Don't Be Ferocious Dong, Non !

Buttercreams

Since that night, our days have not been the same.

My Goddess Pagiku always tried to attract my attention, while I tried to make her constantly annoyed. Just a tactic to make him curious.

And I really, really enjoyed his treatment of me.

It was like a tangle of orchids strung together on a golden wall. Blooms gracefully, at the same time exclusive and special.

Within a day my lady dressed provocatively. Wrapped in a towel, told me to lick the sweetness wrapped in his limbs.

How's story?

So, that morning I excitedly went to my second office, Miss's house. Like the initial order, for a week, to make amends for my mistake in trapping her in the pouring rain outside the car so she was late for an important meeting which was actually my office, I became ART replacing Bik Isma who was returning home.

If my father finds out I'm investing his money in Miss's company, the Old Man's rampage could get worse. And also do not let Miss's parents know that she can customers from Jade Construction. Although actually deposited in the name of a subsidiary, but the name of the lie will certainly be revealed.

My butut bike went inside the giant gate, I borrowed it from Miss Windy's husband, and it was completely blind. The 2004 supra that exhausts the sound of tekotekotekotek like a sick chicken tonsil.

Not that Miss Windy is destitute, is not it. But indeed her husband has a hobby of unloading and modif motor. And what was given to me included the experimental material.

Entering the quiet house of Miss, down the hallway with white marble walls, and meet Haidar, sister Nona who is pensive facing the large window that leads to the park.

“Morning, Sir,” my handkerchief.

The man looked up and looked at me. “Hei, Danar. Very early in the morning, Nondi will leave at 10?”

Yeah, I know it's still 5:30 in the morning. It's because I can't sleep all night.

And he called her Nondi, short for Miss Dias. Just because she was lazy to call her sister by the name of 'Miss', her impression was like an aristocratic Young Miss.

I've never met Haidar before working with Miss. But hearing his name has often been.

We are arguably the rivals in the financial world. Because of him, we also helped establish a financial company. Notably enough, funds are being turned around for our construction activities.

Back then, when I took out a self-service app, uh, she was following.

He pioneered the service ‘one card for all’, uh I followed.

You could say we are competing to grow.

Because it finds no other balanced opponent. It can drive adrenaline, though.

And I hope, with me here, I can spy on the next move.

“Iya, Sir. I was told to replace Bik Isma as a maid,” I replied.

He raised his eyebrows, “Hah?” just so the grunting sounds.

“Pak Hai do know, Miss does not like to be taken care of by others,”

“Iya but why should you?”

“I also want to ask the same thing,”

“Weird, lest Nondi like you,”

Just ease.

“I also want to ask the same thing,” once again it's my answer, “But keburu diambekin,” connect me.

“I contact the dealer, ask for a replacement. Bik Isma's work began to wash clothes, nyapu, mopping, and salon everything, loh. Can you indeed?”

I don't want to be replaced by anyone else, because it's our way of being more intimate.

“Then that's the case, if Miss wants to have from yesterday she called her own dealer, sir,” I said.

“Oh yes, also true..” Haidar dropped his phone, didn't call the agent.

Suddenly my mind tickled. There's pacemaker material in front of me, standing in an executive human, and I've recently been upset with Miss Windy who's been nagging me more and more, her own boss.

Yeah, he's nagging because of me, sih. But yes, I am the boss.

So I want to prank Windy a little bit to get in the fuss, and his heart is racing.

“Pak, there is an application that can make customer service talk online face to face via mobile phone is not in the Banknya Pak Hai? Yesterday my ATM error and the answer was only : awaited, OTW officer,” I pretended to complain.

“Wah, great idea. No one yet, but there is an offer to use AI from Amethys Tech for a standalone application,” Mata Pak Hai sparkles.

(AI: Artificial Intelligence. Computer robots that sinternya cower humans and predicted as the forerunner of terminator. Kidding, but seriously.).

“Yes sir, is it fun if you can zoom face keep saying, mbak, I push what is this? Continue to turn the screen to the ATM machine, he gives us direction is also easy. Also maybe can show us the location of the nearest atm while talking, turn left paaak, through the paaak portal, well this is Raffi Ahmad's house there is an ATM sir, it looks from here,”

He chuckles,“You're the mode, so you can get all the tempta-mbaknya right?!”

“Ngapain also I am teasing robot?”

And he was a whiny.

I left her instantly busy with her phone, while sending a short message to Ms. Windy.

'Ma'am, accept the offer from Amethys about the peer to peer application that the proposal was sent to us last week. All looking for a special programmer to handle the system,'

Not how long even Miss Windy replied to him,

'Don't tell me to lay on the Manggarai train tracks, boss? Let's be devils of budeg,'

Yak, he's upset. My mission succeeded.

Back at Miss, I continued my journey towards Miss's room on the 3rd floor. Take the elevator for a while, down the hallway, say Hi to another ART who is busy cleaning up, say hello to Miss Mother, Madam, I call her that, who was nagging to the florist because the flowers are less matching the new Persian carpet.

I teased him a little bit, though,

“Bu,” I stand next to the middle-aged woman, “Rainbow colors instead of LGBT symbols huh?”

He was suffocated in shock and his eyes glared at me, “God! You're right! I forgot! Hey, wear the red, green and blue flowers only!” he panicked and gave instructions to the florist.

“Purple flowers for me can only be? Want me to display in Miss's room, which yesterday has almost withered a week,” I think rather than discarded better kumbahatkkan.

The creature of God. Wishing to bloom beautifully to meet the world, enjoying the wind of His Lord's creation, should instead be cut off the stem and placed in a narrow vase.

It was the same as killing him slowly, as if he did not feel any pain.

Not if it has been cut and felt less suitable to the room. Only end up in the trash and do not have time to be useful to people.

Poor thing...

“Take! Take 'em! It's carrying the purple and yellow ones! Duh... good thing you tell me, almost khilaf so the talk in arisan later!” said the Madam. “Bring also cake, make breakfast Nondi,”

Breakfast with cake? Less absurd what, try?!

I have ordered breakfast set to the chef in the lower kitchen, soon to be delivered to the door Miss.

So, I continued my journey towards Miss's room, bringing along a large array of Purple Roses, with some yellow daisies.

Yellow Aster has the meaning of happiness and optimism spirit. And the purple roses?

It means to fall in love at first sight.

Roses, daisies, jasmine, rose,

Blind love gnaws the heart,

Give birth to true admiration,

Make a radiant face.

Geranium, Marigold, Sun, Sun,

The suffering of love gone,

When restlessly slicing hearts,

Because the Goddess is not.

Chrysanthemum, Lavender, Morning Glory, etc,

Honesty and sincerity my pure feelings, my,

I'm sure it'll make you realize,

The assault of holy love.

(By: Author Sok Dusk Though It's Fajr, 2022)

I understand the issue of interest because as a young executive, giving hampers to clients is common. Also to attract the opposite sex.

And the habit of giving flowers to relieve the anger of women, not devoured by the times.

Women from the time of the Prophet to the time of the Korean Boyband always liked to be given flower arrangements, although in terms of investment it was completely useless and a waste of money, and all also knew it.

(What? I'd say I like Bunga Bank, too. What if you are given Credit Interest? Hehe)

And my real day starts now.

The real war, the confusing struggle, the alluring tactics made as complicated.

But it's actually very simple.

Just because of the prestige issue, I pulled over. I don't know if Miss.

In one breath I turned the doorknob.

And into that sacred room.

*

*

Aphrodite sat on the edge of her bed, looked at me softly and bit her lips slightly.

Her body was wrapped in a thin white towel, her hair was slightly wet and her cheeks were reddish.

Once again, my heart had to be tormented because it was pumped very fast, by the flow of blood that was electrified.

Misadventures and luck in a single moment, somehow I can hold on to this passionate situation.

“But you came,” said Miss while putting her phone to the nightstand next to her. It seems he just received a phone call. His secretary's name is still on his screen.

“Morning, Non,” I put the cake on the counter and walked towards the vase next to the dressing table. I took the withered flowers, and assembled the flowers given by the Lady.

“Purple,” murmured slowly.

“Iya,” I answered short, without turning.

“That means romance,” I heard him say so.

Reflex, I stopped my hand movements. Miss knows what it means, what will be our days after this?

“Masa?” my answer seemed indifferent, still without looking.

“What do you mean give me that colored flower,” sounds a soft sound from the direction of my back. The ringing of the bed frame that sounds smooth indicates that the synthetic body is moving from there.

And the whirring of the wind that carried the fragrance of his body indicated that he was approaching me.

“This is from Madam, kok,” I replied with a cynical smile, I intend to upset her.

“Huh!” he grunts. And stand next to me, unscrew the cake I put on the counter.

From the corner of my eye, I saw her clenching white buttercream slowly, then put it into the mouth with her reddish thin lips.

Oh my God!

So tempting!

If only my ego was not greater and my ethics were lower.

Surely my brain is out of control and my heart is not trying to hold back my testosterone.

“Sweetest,” murmured. His voice was hoarse and soft so one.

I looked at him, though,

I looked at the white cake while frowning. Is it really less sweet? When the lid was opened my sense of smell even detected an overdose of sugar, making my teeth immediately suggest pain.

He went back to rubbing the buttercream cake, then lifted the white soft dough to the front of my lips.

His eyes narrowed, intimidating me.

He spoke to me without a voice.

I looked at him straight. Alternating between her fingers, her eyes, her beautiful lentic nails, her brown beads.

Doubt against me.

And he put it in my mouth.

The sweet and tender taste instantly danced on my tongue. Whether this is cream or indeed the taste of his fingers that tempt cavities.

So sweet, I bit the tip of his index finger, his taper nails scratched my tongue. Sweet and sweet mixed one.

Then I felt his finger thrust into my mouth, as if asking me to swallow, triggering my adrenaline to play the tongue along his knuckle. And I sucked slowly.

He frowned and pulled his fingers.

I looked at It,

Beautiful face of soft. Looked at me vigilantly. My petals seemed to ask, what do you feel, you son of a bitch?

“Sweet, kok,” mumbled. I put on an expressionless look.

“I mean, your behavior is less sweet,” he licked the rest of the cream in his fingers that do not carry my tongue.

Indirect kiss from Miss Dias the faith-teaser.