Fancied Heavy Boss Bull, The Sick Asthma

Chapter 10 A Day With Mr. Rangka

Mr. Rangka approached the sofa after ending his conversation on the phone with his son. He seemed happy after talking to his son.

"So the one who called was my son. He's waiting for me to come home, now if I haven't come home he's always waiting." Mr. Rangka suddenly talked about his son. For a moment I shifted my focus towards Mr. Rangka.

"Well, yes, sir has a daughter? Must be very funny and beautiful son of a father. Is your child at home left alone or left out?" ask me to vent. It seems like my mother suddenly.

"True, she's so adorable, funny and smart. If I have not returned home, of course I leave it to the nanny and other household assistants," replied Mr. Rangka.

"Sensi, are you hungry?" Mr. Rangka suddenly switched the conversation.

"Oh, no sir, I'm just thirsty. Here there's a drink dispenser, I can drink that water if thirsty."

"Oh, yes, you finish your job, if anyone doesn't understand, you just ask me" he said and returned to his desk. A little disappointed when Mr. Rangka returned to his desk, even though the fragrance of the perfume made me calm. For a moment I saw the clock on the wall of Mr. Rangka's room.

Time shows at 18:30 minutes. I was worried for a moment, because I had not told Mom and Dad if I was late because of overtime. Usually I, will never go home beyond five in the afternoon, surely Mother and Father and my sister Aloevera worried.

"Sir, I'm sorry, can I ask permission to call my parents at home for a moment, so that they don't worry because I'm home late?" I doubt a little. Mr. Rangka momentarily looked at me.

"Oh, Ok, please! You call your parents, they must be worried."

After getting permission from Mr. Rangka, I immediately contacted my sister Aloe's number. For a few seconds my call hasn't been picked up by Aloe. I was still patient and until the 60th second my call had just been raised.

"Hello, Assalamualaikum, De! Here, teteh, tell Mommy and Dad that it is too late tonight because there is overtime. So, say you are the same mother, do not worry about the same, still in the office," I explained to Aloevera my sister is the only cute and beautiful as me.

After telling my sister that I came home late because of overtime, I again grabbed the map that I was working on. And now I mean to finish it.

"That's important, yes, are you telling your parents?" I stopped my pen to write because of Mr. Rangka's statement just now, I looked up and looked at Mr. Rangka.

"It's very important, sir, and it's very important. Because I am still the responsibility of my family, even though I am an adult and working, the issue of affection and attention is still mandatory in the supervision of parents, and I as his son had to tell them not to worry, "clearly I'm good, like a highway. Mr. Rangka was silent for a moment but then spoke.

Exactly at nine o'clock the work was just finished, tired and hungry immediately whack. To relieve the hunger, I reached for the glass with still clear water and drank. The thirst disappeared immediately. While Mr. Rangka was still serious with his laptop, so I did not realize I had finished work and stared at him intensely.

I enjoyed Pak Rangka's face from the side, a sharp nose and a firm jawbone, indicating how disciplined and authoritative a Pak Rangka Baja is. Supported by a charming handsome face decorated with thin lips and thin shield, like a perfect carving. I don't stop admiring this creation of God. But no human being is perfect, although physically perfect, one shortcoming of Pak Rangka is that he has asthma that can recur at any time.

"Ehem." Suddenly a loud deheman's voice surprised me who was intensely staring and admiring the beauty of this one God. It seems my hunger and thirst are instantly gone if you have looked at the handsome face of Mr. Rangka.

"Sensi, what do you see? Have you finished all your work?" asked Mr. Rangka looking at me in surprise. I was really excited and really embarrassed because I was caught watching Mr. Rangka.

"L-yes, sir, it's over, it's over" I said. Geez really embarrassed, want to be kept where my face is when it's like this?

Slowly Mr. Rangka stood up from his chair and walked towards me. "Let me see!" he stretched his hand out toward me. The maps were then viewed one by one.

"Ok, great. You're done working on it. Now pack up, we'll go home" he said. Without going any longer I immediately clean my desk and tidy up the maps earlier.

"The maps put it on my desk, let's take Coral to his desk tomorrow" he said. I obeyed without lingering any longer. The clock is getting rolling. Now almost stepped on the number 21.20 minutes, the night and it feels like I can not go home on my own bike.

"Come, it's been a very late night. You and I should go home soon," he asked as he waited for me who was still on the sofa. I followed Mr. Rangka from behind. We're out of Mr. Rangka's room. The atmosphere of the office was so quiet and suddenly horror. I was immediately frightened, Mr. Rangka seemed to realize my fear. Then without further ado he grabbed my hand and held it and pulled me into the elevator.

Inside the elevator, Mr. Rangka still did not let go of the handle. He was even tighter in his hand. "I know you must be scared in a quiet office like that. I can see your fear when you leave my room. You shouldn't be raising fear, because the ghost itself comes from yourself" he explained as he brought his body closer to me.

"You should have focused on praying, put the fear out of prayer" he said, without letting go of his hand. If this continues, the fear I feel can be lost and I just feel at home near the super fragrant Mr. Rangka. If we were lovers, maybe I at that time I had leaned on Mr. Rangka's shoulder to dampen my fear.

"Ok, we're here." Apparently the elevator was already on the ground floor, waking up my delusion. Mr. Rangka immediately released his fingerprints in my hand, for a moment I felt unwilling. But want how else, we should not be long to squat hands with each other, otherwise we could be the gossip material of Mr. Satpam at the guard post.