Fancied Heavy Boss Bull, The Sick Asthma

Chapter 2 Unique Names

"Whose name are you?" repeat again while looking at me from top to bottom as if researching. I became nervous as Mr. Rangka looked at me from top to bottom.

"Something's wrong, huh?" I'm in insecure heart.

"Why, I asked, whose name are you? Don't you have a name?" his bluff again awakened my daydream.

"Eh, i-iya, sir, my name is Sensi Vera. I used to be called Sensi," I replied a little stammered at the beginning because I felt surprised. At once Mr. Rangka laughed after hearing me mention a name.

"Vera Sensi? Not a broad widow?" Mr. Rangkap asked with a little laugh that made me amused.

"No, sir, I'm not a hole yet?" I answered spontaneously with a flat face. At once Mr. Rangka laughed out loud, this time he was so happy as if he was looking at a monkey doger spectacle.

"Hahahah, you are so funny and make me spin around. You're beautiful but hilarious, hahahaha," she said as she held onto her stomach which hurt from laughing. The words of Mr. Rangka just now made me turn into embarrassed and flattered, praised beautiful same handsome and fragrant man, who is not happy. Spontaneous I'm mesem-mesem happy.

"You're not having a tattle, are you?" her tanya made me happy.

"No, Sir!" I said quickly, looking down and blushing in shame.

"Have it, about your unique name do not discuss it again, now I want to ask you which part do you work?"

"Administrative part, sir!" I replied staring back at Mr. Rangka full of charm.

"Why are you staring at me, are you fascinated by my good looks?" tanyanya is confident. Suddenly I looked down because I felt caught staring.

"Yes, sir, uh no, sir, I'm just making sure that you're okay," the reason I defected, the shame was not rolled back when you realized you've slipped again.

Mr. Rangka mesem, it seems like he is confident in what I just said. I was so embarrassed to be half dead.

"All right then, sir. Excuse me first, because my Leader ordered me to come early, it's almost seven o'clock, I'm afraid it's too late" I said, as the watch on my hand was 6.45 minutes, while Kak Tari told me to come at 6:30, if I am late address I was scolded by Kak Tari who was carrying it.

"Wait a minute!" the truth is, I looked at him in wonder.

"Just go with me, accompany me to breakfast first!" it was like an order. I did not answer because I was confused which one to choose, reject or accept the invitation. If I accept the invitation then if seen by the office people, it will certainly be a big and frenetic rumor. Because Pak Rangka is a handsome widower and established one child, who was left cheating by his ex-wife.

Then if I go with Mr Rangka, what about my bike, who will take it? Like the malakama, choose the father of the dead mother, choose the mother even die the father, both are confusing.

"Why, are you confused?" tanyanya surprise.

"Anu, sir, if I'm with you, what about my bike? And if I get in my car, who keeps driving? Was he sick?" sahutku worried.

"I'm doing fine. By taking the medicine earlier, my shortness of breath instantly healed," he said looking relieved. "How, will you?"

"But, if I come with my Father it's not good, sir. I was afraid of rumors that were not-nothing about me and my Father" I subtly refused.

"Not to be afraid, I have no problem with gossip. If anyone gossiped, I would get rid of it" he said in a threatening tone.

"You're this, from earlier but-but. Your boss is I'm not a Dance, he's just your leader, right?" asked Mr. Rangka a little jolting made me afraid. Finally with a branched feeling I took a ride in Pak Rangka's car, the business was scolded by Kak Tari later, not too late Kak Tari remained angry too.

"But how's my bike, sir?" I was worried about my only beautiful bike.

"Don't worry, I'll call my Assistant to take him to the office" replied Mr. Rangka quite calming me. "Let's go in, don't planga plongo and be confused so," he said again. Finally I followed the will of Mr. Rangka and we boarded the car Pajiranya comfortable and fragrant exactly the owner. I was amazed by it.

"Wear the belt!" he ordered while staring at the belt. Duhh, I thought. Mr. Rangka will stare at me, but in fact the belt is the center of attention. I quickly used the belt, but it was hard to ask for forgiveness. That's because I've never been in anyone's fancy car. The shame is afraid of the ancient or primitive. Kan know for yourself the primitive civilization did not know the vehicle, so it was natural that there were no cars. Thought.

When he was hard-earned to put a seat belt, Mr. Rangka suddenly nyosor approached me. His face almost touched my chest, instantly my heart that I had been holding back from beating fast, now his detachment even deliberately wanted to humiliate me, so tight and fast. "Yes Robbi" I muttered in my heart.

Mr. Rangka looked up then looked at me for a moment. "Already," he said. I was smiling and clumsy and misbehaving.

"Thank you, Sir!" Mr. Rangka did not answer he just smiled knot while starting to turn on the car engine, and the car moved to leave the place.

"Is every close to a guy, your heart is always racing like that?" Suddenly Mr. Rangka started a conversation, whose chatter even brought up the beating of my heart when justifying the seatbelt earlier. I was instantly clumsy and my fix was misbehaving.

"N-no, Sir. It's just the same Mr. alone, uppsss. .. " felt like I closed my mouth immediately. Mr. Rangka noticed my behavior and he smiled faintly from the corner of his slightly raised lips.

Up here I feel very tired sitting in a luxury car owned by Mr. Rangka, how not? Since then my silly behavior has always been caught by Mr. Rangka, tengsin is sure. Because I look really admiring the handsome figure of the owner of this Kertassindo Gemilang company.

I began to set my breath deeply, then let go of all these tight blows slowly.

"Whose name were you?" he looked at me for a moment and refocused on the steering wheel. It seems Mr. Rangka forgot my name earlier. I hesitated to say my name again, feeling traumatized when Mr. Rangka said widows were broad again.

"Sensi Vera, sir, 24 years old" I said with age.

"Your name is unique, like a rising plant among flower lovers" he said as he continued to drive.

"I-yes, Sir. But, my name was given by my parents long before the plant rose, I was 24 years old." I gave an excuse.

"It's nice and unique and not many other people wear it" he said. I was silent and did not chim again because I felt so ashamed.