Ceo Galak That's My Husband Candidate

38 S3: Love's Romance Doll Owner

The meeting room looked dark, only the light coming out of the projector illuminated the place. Davien sat next to James, the man leaning his back with his legs crossed over the other leg while his hands were crossed. Looking straight ahead saw a staff was busy presenting the material.

Drer dret!!!

James points his eyeballs at Davien's flaming cell phone. He saw that Bunga was trying to contact the man.

While Davien ignored him, he preferred to focus on the material being delivered.

James cleared his throat, he hoped Davien would pick up his call, but he got a negative response from Davien. The man turned his head slightly with a cynical look on his face and warned James not to interfere. James lowered his head in response to his wishes. It was as if he knew with that cynical look, showing that Davien did not like James setting it up.

Davien let out a long sigh, moving his hand reaching for the phone that was located on the table. His anger was still stirring in his chest, as if it could not subside.

As hard as Davien tried to distract him but his mind remained fixed on Bunga.

Davien pressed one of the buttons located on the edge of the phone, deliberately turning it off.

James who saw it also only let out a long sigh, hoping that his superior would not regret for having ignored the Flower.

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On the other hand, Bunga was still staring at the screen of his phone with a dull look. I don't know how many times he's tried to contact Davien, maybe that's the fiber.

After not getting a response from Davien, Bunga let out a long sigh while keeping his phone in his pocket.

Now Bunga prefers to be busy cleaning the workspace owned by Davien. The woman is seen turning on a small floor cleaning machine, which will move on its own to suck up dust attached to the floor. While Bunga began to busy with arranging the file belonging to Davien which was partially scattered on the table.

After arranging it into a neat one and returning it to its original place, Bunga wiped his table clean on each side. Grabbing the name plate located on the table blowing dust that looks attached and then wipe it clean.

After looking clean, the tip of his lips lifted thinly then returned the name plate to the table neatly. The flower pulled Davien's chair, sitting there for a moment to treat the uneasiness that was lingering in his heart. The flower rests its back, resting its head against the back of the chair.

Bunga closed his eyes for a moment, trying to recall what Davien had said the day before his departure for Indonesia.

"I like you"

Flowers kept remembering the word, feeling happy when Davien's voice seemed to ring back in his ear.

"Yes aampuuuuun!!, , it seems like I'm getting crazy with that man!"

The attractive flower head rubbed against his blushing face from feeling ashamed of himself. Slowly the Flower opened his eyes, now his gaze was fixed on the desk drawer. Somehow the flower feels very eager to open and know what is stored in it.

"Good Flowers!! you can't do it! keep your naughty thoughts away!! don't wander!!"

The flower cursed itself, its mischievous mind trying to force the Flower to open the desk drawer. Flowers shudder awake, immediately stand up to finish the task.

But had not had time to walk away, Bunga immediately stopped his steps. The woman turned her head still feeling curious about the contents in the drawer.

"It shouldn't matter Flowers, Isn't Davien not here?" he muttered, trying to provoke himself to open the drawer.

The flower twisted its body and sat back on the chair. Thinning and biting the lower lip as his hand moved to grab the drawer.

Slowly the Flower opened it, not yet fully opened but its facial expression had already begun to be illegible.

His eyes found two neatly arranged chocolates inside. A faint smile began to dye his lips when he remembered that the two chocolates were his chocolate gifts. One chocolate he gave when he met Davien at a mini market, when the man forgot to bring a wallet and he was the one who paid the chocolate bill. While the other one, Bunga deliberately gave it as an expression of guilt.

Flowers feel so happy as if she has a special place in Davien's heart. The man did not have the heart to open the chocolate or break the wrapper just to enjoy the inside.

For Davien, however, the gift of flowers is always in good care.

The flower pulled the drawer wider, his face terpku when both his eyeballs found a small doll shaped sunflower. A moment he was silent after which he moved his hand back to grab the doll.

"This?"

He slowly trickled the doll, Flower probed to each side of the doll. Ensuring that it was his own that he had given to his little friend.

"Davien???" he murmured, his mind still drifting far away thinking of his little friend.

"He??, "The flower gaped, using its hands to silence its own mouth. I couldn't believe what he found at the time.

But soon a sweet smile coloring his lips, feel happy when finally reunited with his little friend first.

"I can't believe this!!, , is that really the little boy Davien?? he still keeps this doll??"

Bunga immediately grabbed the phone from his pocket, trying to contact Davien back to tell him that he was the owner of the doll.

But when she recalled that Davien was away from her, Bunga finally undoes his intentions.

"I'm not sure if he'll pick it up. Moreover, her number was also off" Flower continued to grumble in annoyance.

But it never hurts to try, Bunga finally back contact Davien. His heart was pounding when he only heard that his call had been connected, which meant that Davien's number was back on.

Long enough Flowers hold the phone to stay attached to the ear. Waiting for Davien to pick up his phone.

His body was shocked to stand up when across from there someone lifted his panggialn.

"Hallo??" he said quickly, Bunga wants to hear Davien's voice immediately.

"Yes Miss?" James nodded with calm. Davien accidentally gives James his cell phone, and asks his assistant to answer a call from Bunga if he contacts him again.

The facial expression that originally seemed to be serialized because it knew that it was not Davien who answered his call was now turned grim instantly. Fine wrinkles are visible around the eye area.

"Mm, , James" The flower thinned her lips in doubt. By letting James raise his call it signifies that Davien is still unable to forgive Flowers.

"James, , can I talk to Pres Dir?"

James was silent for a moment, and there was no sound from the end of his phone. It was as if James was telling Davien that the man did not want to talk to Bunga.

"Sorry Miss, Pres Dir is resting. Because soon he had to follow the next agenda" once kagi James said calmly, trying not to worry about Bunga

"James?? is Pres Dir still mad?" Flowers had dared to ask something that led to a sensitive direction to James. For him the man was Davien's closest friend who could understand his circumstances.

"Miss.give Pres Dir time to calm down. He also had a job to do today"

"Tapj James, can you give Davien his phone?? I want to hear his voice?. I mean, there's something I have to say to her" Flowers felt guilty, she didn't want James to turn off her phone before Bunga heard Davien's voice. The flower tightly grasped the small sun-shaped doll as it held back the annoyance as Davien did not allow the chance to speak.

"James I beg you!"

His voice returned to silence, James was silent still weighing whether he should give his phone to Davien or not. But remember Davien had given an order to James, that if the Flower is connected then never tell him that Davien refuses to talk to him.

"Sorry Miss, it looks like I have to close the call. Now Pres Dir has to go"

James turned off his phone, turned to Davien who was standing behind the windowpanes, his gaze staring out at the urban landscape.

"Pres Dir??" James approached her.

"Let him" Davien turned his head, turning his gaze to James who was always standing beside him.

"If I don't do this. He will not be aware of how he feels. If I stay away from him he'll know and understand what he really feels for me!!"