Business Love With PakBoss

Path

"So seriously we're riding this bus??!" ask her, with a lazy face.. I know, he must be shadowing all kinds of bad things.

"Yes!! We want a school picnic What a family picnic Sir!!". Wonder the same, this man.

"Your ears are hurting???"

"No! Still Normal!!" answer me with emphasis.

"Don't call me Sir!"

"Are you Adit???" I said with a forced smile.

"Mid..are you sure?? How about we just get in the car.. We're coming from behind.." Mr. Adit deliberately stopped my steps when I was about to get into the bus.

"I'm not sure you can be comfortable!! Tuh see.be amazed very his people.." his protest again.

"Come Auntie!! I can't wait to get on the bus!!" tristan Whine..Who are impatient.

"If you don't want to take the bus!! Go easy with me! I was waiting for you too!!" said a mother who stood behind us.

Yes Forgive..Mr. Adit is really embarrassing. "I'm sorry Mom.. Please go up first." I said kindly.

"Other times do not have to go with me Ma'am.., picnic with the family.." added the mother with a sour face.

"Tante come!!!" Trista pulled my hand. Since when! this kid's getting used to calling me aunty.

For a moment I closed my eyes and then I took a deep breath and I made it through my mouth .So that I can patiently face the Man who asked to be called by the name of Mas Adit.

"Come on!! Don't be ashamed anymore!" I whispered to Mr. Adit while getting into the bus.

Coincidentally we got seat number two.

"We're sitting here???" Mr. Adit scrunched his forehead.

"Yes!! Please don't protest too much!!" my whisper.

I feel bad. Of the many people, like his only Mr. Adit who protested a lot.

Not her immediately sat down, instead stood pecking. "Mids.. I'm sure we won't be comfortable.."

I pulled her hand to sit down immediately. I don't know what, if everyone here is just waiting for us to sit down.

I sat next to the window, and Tristan chose to sit on my lap.

"Tristan likes to ride the Bus??" ask me.

"Like! Just this time Auntie.I got on Buss!" answer her enthusiastically

"Cuisine anyway??? Have you ever been asked by Om Adit to leave??"

"Yes! Where do you want Adit to ride the Buss??" said the boy while making abstract scribbles on Buss's glass window.

"Never ride the Buss! But get on a plane!" sahut Om Adit.

"But not with your friend???" dispute Tristan.

"Udah.huh, oh yeah later what animal do you want to see???"

"Many aunts! Look at the lion, the rhino"

"Don't if g auntie.. Or is it my brother??" I randomized her hair, occasionally I squid.

No half an hour, this brat was already sprawled in the lap.

"Go here if you are tired" said Mr. Adit while patting his lap.

"No, sir, I'm sorry that Tristan will wake up." I said.

"this is not an office!! Don't call me sir!!"

"Forgot!!" answer me.

Because the atmosphere of yes times, suddenly my eyes feel heavy. Want to sleep.but shy, fearless urgency will be embarrassed so her..

The more here, the more can not be invited to compromise and do not know what happened.

It just feels like comfort.

Adit Pov's.

I lyrics from earlier this woman, trying to withstand the drowsiness that her whack.

Many times his head leaned against my shoulder as his eyes began to shut, but tried hard to open his eyes and resist his drowsiness.

but it seemed, this time he really slept could not help his drowsiness. His head is leaning on my shoulder.

Despite sleeping like this, his hands are still tightly hugging Tristan. Actually I pity to see them, if I take tristan from his lap. surely this woman will wake up and also with Tristan.

Poor thing..Tristan fell asleep very fast.I could not bear to see her.In the end I let this girl sleep Lean on my shoulder along the way.

"Mid.." This girl still won't wake up. Then I pulled her hair. Beautiful and natural. Why do I praise him.

"Mid.ayo wake.. It's arrived!!" I pat her cheek gently.

"What!! Sorry Mr Adit! uh Mas Adit! I overslept.." answered like I saw a ghost.

"Let me the fat Tristan.pity not to be woken up.."

I'm holding Tristan from Midia's lap,

We walked side by side like Tristan's parents.

This girl is very considerate of Tristan..Tristan was very fond of Midia.

"Let's sit there!" take her while pointing at the sitting temple.

"Are you tired??"

"Change clothes first oruh.biar Tristan comfortable.."

"His clothes are clean.."

"Pity if not replace.pake jeans is not comfortable.what else was it to sleep.bikin sore feet. The road is still far away, Tristan also will not want to take the train. Not enjoying! If you wear shorts and a change of shirt is more comfortable"

this girl painstakingly changed Tristan's clothes and combed her hair.

"Taraa is handsome!! Let's let's Go!!!"