Conquering Boss Killer

Duda thirst caress

After lunch, Alex returned to the office. Since eleven o'clock, he had indeed left the office to pick up his daughter who happened to be coming home quickly because there was an event at his school. And incidentally again, he was not on a schedule to meet clients. Alex filled the opportunity to invite the princess to lunch together. Then, drive him home.

As he was about to enter his room, Alex saw Bilqis' seat still empty. He saw the clock on his right hand, the time has shown at one past ten minutes. However, his secretary was not in place yet when the break was over.

Then, the direction of Alex's eyes caught the paper bag that he had handed to Bilqis this morning. His lips returned a smile, it seemed that the woman had not opened what she was giving, because the package still looked neat. Though Bilqis has seen the contents at a glance and re-create the paper bag with a solution like before.

Shortly afterwards, Bilqis ran to his desk. Holding the door handle and opening his own room, Alex saw Bilqis running.

“Hai, Sir.” Bilqis waved her hand at Alex, as if inviting the man to relax like a friend.

Alex narrowed his eyes and deliberately looked at his watch in front of Bilqis. Bilqis who understood if he was ten minutes late immediately made a sound.

“Sorry, Sir. At lunch, I saw this mug at the coffee cafe next door. I remember the guy who loved coffee. Mug Sir Alex is only one, so this is for change only.”

Alex's anger was muffled by the small surprise given by his secretary. “What is this bribe?”

Bilqis smiled.he deliberately gave a very sweet smile. “Of course not. This is my thanks, because Sir Alex's daughter gave something also to me.”

Bilqis glanced at the paper bag she had deliberately placed on her work chair. Alex followed Bilqis in the eye and saw what he had given her this morning.

“You've tried it?” ask Alex.

“Try what?” Bilqis asked back as if she had not known the contents.

“Ah, no.” Alex shakes. Actually he wanted to ask about the contents of the paper bag that he gave to Bilqis earlier, right or not?

Then, Alex immediately snatched the mug Bilqis was holding. “Thank you for the gift. I will use this mug.”

Alex also displayed a dazzling smile, making Bilqis' blood sigh violently with a heart that beat unnaturally.

“Oh handsome once he,” Bilqis said in heart.

Bilqis returned the smile and Alex re-entered his room.

“Hah.” Bilqis breathed a sigh of relief as the door of the room closed. Then, he sat back in his chair and moved the paper bag down.

He held his chest that was still beating unbecoming.

Dag .. Dig .. Dug …

“Don't Bilqis! Don't play the heart! Don't be tempted by the charm! because from now on, you have to make him fascinated, Bilqis.”

Bilqis is suing himself. He made sure that his heart would not be tempted by a man like Alex. He also re-patriates the heart, that he will not have a relationship with a man let alone to fall in love.

****

Three days passed.

“Qis, you bought a new interior?” ask the mother when entering the room of her daughter who is lying on her stomach.

After returning home from work, he chose to immediately lay his body on the soft object after the ritual self-cleaning is completed.

“Iya, Mum.” Bilqis nodded at the mother's question. Though it was not he himself who bought but the gift of his boss.

Bilqis has yet to try directly on the two sacred objects that Alex gave her last Monday. Arriving at home at that time, he immediately put the object into the washing machine and washed it by a household assistant who helps his mother everyday here, he said, also accompany the mother when she and her sister are active. And, again all the costs that Bilqis bear. He just didn't want his mother to be exhausted in taking care of it.

Laila opened Bilqis' closet and put the clothes and interior that had been washed and ironed by the Aunt.

“You are still a rich kid. Inside purchase of sofia pictures. What your husband says later,” said Laila upset to see the princess who still likes cartoons.

“Good to know, Mom,” said Bilqis who then got up, then sat on the edge of the bed while looking at the Mother.

“Bu,” call it.

“What?” ask the Mother.

Deg

Laila froze up. Then, relax back. “Because I already have you both. I don't want a companion anymore.”

“What because Mom still loves the venerable Mr Ridho?”

“Bilqis, don't call your father that. Even if the person isn't with us, you and Radit should still respect him because he's your real father. And, you need it when you get married later.”

“Ih, ogah. Bilqis won't meet brengs*k's man.”

“Qis,” call Laila warn her daughter.

Laila approached Bilqis and stroked her head. “Mom know, all this time you bear a heavy burden. I know you're disappointed in your father. But inside your body still flows blood.”

“That's why Bilqis doesn't want to get married, Mom. Because Bilqis doesn't want to meet him.”

Laila just took a rough breath looking at her stubborn daughter.

The next day, Bilqis returned to the office as usual. Today he will meet again with his killer boss who has not been to the office for three days because he had to return to Singapore to monitor his central business there. He also brought the princess along, considering that most of his family live there, while his sister lives in Bali and his cousin who also lives in this city.

“Again, sir.” Bilqis immediately stood up when he saw Alex from his distance and was walking over.

Falat did not approach Bilqis, but approached his room which happened to have a Bilqis table there to pass.

“Again,” replied Alex flat.

Alex's attitude looks indifferent, flat, and cold. Unlike the last time they met, Alex seemed to laugh a lot. The killer man's attitude is often changing depending on the mood. Therefore, his employees called Bilqis as killer.

The man continued to walk haughtily, passing through Bilqis until he reached the door of his room and held the handle.

“Ish why her?” bilqis asked with a murmur that was only heard by herself. “Any again.”

Alex held back his steps and turned towards Bilqis.

Bilqis, who was aware of the gaze, turned to Alex.

“Tumben you came before I came,” said Alex.

Bilqis smile. “I'm trying to fix my mistake, Sir.”

This is the second step to conquer his boss after yesterday before Alex returned to Singapore, Bilqis gave a mug that until now Bilqis did not see, because it turned out that without Bilqis knowing, the mug was taken Alex, he said, wherever he went. He always uses it when making his own coffee. And the second step, he should perform as perfectly as possible in front of this man. Trying not to make any mistakes, one of them is to come earlier than him.

“Good.” Alex saw Bilqis' performance from top to bottom.

Instantly he turned his gaze away as he looked at the two halves of the round protruding chest and a faint hint of printed cartoon images that his daughter liked. While others may not realize it, Alex is well aware of it. He knew very well his daughter's favorite cartoon.

“What's the thing my daughter gave me, Pas?” alex asked flatly but now with the eyes fixed there was the protruding chest.

Bilqis immediately realized and subconsciously closed his chest.

Alex smiled, then turned the door handle and was about to enter. But he stopped and said to Bilqis.

“Means my guess for chest size and b*k*ngmu, Pas,” he said expressionlessly and directly entered his space.

Bilqis gawked in annoyance. “Ish basic. Not just killer but also pervert. Basic widower thirst caress.”

Bilqis kicked her foot into the air just as Alex's door was closed again. He looked back at his chest.

“Emang the picture looks what? Not really.” Bilqis has his own monologue.

Although he currently uses a white shirt, but he also uses a t-shirt inside. It feels like the picture of sofia is invisible, it's just that Alex can laugh or just guess and happen to be right. I don't know.

Inside the room, Alex smiled to himself. Since yesterday he did want to immediately return to Indonesia and meet with the secretary who made him entertained with his bar-bar style, however, the work there forced him to spend up to three days overnight.