Fancied Heavy Boss Bull, The Sick Asthma

Chapter 44 Disappointed Because Mr. Rangka

"Yes, I know him and he is my son. My biological child and only my puppet," press **Pak Rangka* to me who was fixated on disbelief. It is fitting that the look in the eyes of the little girl is like reminding me of the sharp look of Mr. Rangka. But just now on the stairs, I did not remember at all that little girl was a mere child puppet Mr. Rangka.

"So, is this your son?" I'm still curious.

"Yes, why?" Mr. Rangkap asked.

"Oh, it's okay sir. Worth being beautiful, her eyes look like Father's," I said honestly. I momentarily glanced towards the middle-aged woman who had been called Grandma by the little girl named*Glassy** that was. I immediately nodded politely to the beautiful woman at that young age. Not waiting for pleasantries, I walked up to him and endured it. The woman greeted with a smile.

"**Sensitivity**," I said with a smile.

"Catly Catyred," she answered clasping my finger tightly. I smiled after hearing his name called. Mr. Rangka turned to me and asked.

"What are you smiling at, Sensi? And why can you be with my son and be with me in my room?" Two series of questions stopped by for me to make me excited to answer it, because Mr. Rangka's sweet lips suddenly imagined again how deep the spontaneous kiss when returning from the cafe that night.

"Anu, Sir. This mother's name is very unique and difficult to pronounce. Like the paint brand, Catly Catyred. Is Mom an outsider, emmm I mean, bule?" That perhaps strange question just popped out of my mouth. But if you pay attention to Mother called Grandma by Glassy, apparently there are no descendants of Caucasians.

"No, I have no Caucasian ancestry. My name is unique, my parents used to be happy with one of the brands of paint that was on the rise at that time, so I was named Catly Catyred," he said smiling very sweet and friendly. If you pay attention to it clearly, Catly Catyred's mother was very beautiful when she was young, now only when she was 56, she still looks beautiful and young. His clothes are fashionable like Dutch Noni.

"Ohhhh, is that so Mom?" Excited and felt strange with a brand of paint that was still unfamiliar to my ears. Maybe I just heard of Catly Catyred.

"Sensi, why did you get to be with my son, and where did you meet my son, because he just disappeared and left without saying goodbye to us?" Mr. Rangka asked curiously.

"Anu, Sir. I met my son on the third floor. I wanted to go to my room through the stairs. When I got to the stairs, I suddenly saw a child sitting there grimacing in pain" I explained as I saw.

"What's? Oh my goodness, baby! Why did you get to the third floor? You're okay, right?" Mr. Rangka was very panicked as he approached Glassy on the lap of Ms. Catly. I stood glued to see so much attention Mr. Rangka to the child alone Glassy puppet.

And this middle-aged woman looks like Mr. Rangka's mother. She was so beautiful when she was young and most interestingly she was friendly.

"Papa, I was going down the elevator with Aunt Coral. But Aunt Coral over and over because she was shitting first in the bathroom, so I ended up going down the stairs. As I walked down the stairs, I slipped and fell. My feet hurt a lot earlier, but fortunately ten minutes later there was this aunt," explained the little girl named Glassy who complained while pointing at me.

"Is his leg still hurting?" Mr. Rangka asked curiously researching the legs of his little girl.

"It's been quiet Papa, because the Aunt is the one who's massaging my feet" he pointed at me again. I could only look at the little girl.

"Ohhh, Son. Thank you so much for helping my granddaughter. If you don't, you can be my granddaughter, still in pain until someone finds her" Catly's mother said, turning to me and reaching out and embracing my shoulder. Instantly the warmth in my heart burst out. Mother Catly's touch seemed to pierce my soul into warmth.

"Rangka, is this your candidate?" Ms. Catly asked Mr. Rangka half-whispered, but I could still hear. Your candidate? I heard Ms. Catly say that and now I'm ready to listen to Mr. Rangka's answer.

"No, he's just an employee here," replied Mr. Rangka without any shady aling darma, making me seem to fall into the abyss for a moment. Oh, that means when Mr. Rangka said girlfriend back then, it was just a joke. I was just grim at the time. That instant also Mr. Rangka's gaze turned to me. The gaze we met, at that moment I immediately brushed in the other direction as a deep sense of disappointment in his confession to Ms. Catly.

"*So the spontaneous kiss that Mr. Rangka*tabbed that night in the car is just a kiss* *full of lust that occurs due to desire**suddenly appear*?"

"*Have such a discussion as Mr. Speaker*, *designate the yesterday's invitation to the road he considered**what*?" my mind was broken into pieces at that moment. Seeing the painful condition of my eyes and wanting to shed tears, I immediately stopped by the reason of wanting to urinate.

"Sorry Mom, Mr. Rangka, please excuse me. I think I want to pee, "my permission to get out of Mr. Rangka's room without seeing Mr. Rangka or Ms. Catly Catyred.

I ran into the guest bathroom. It seems like there's a good place to calm down and cry.

"Sensi, what's wrong with you?" ask Miss Coral astonished.

"I kebelet Mbak," I answered a lie while continuing to run a small run towards the guest toilet that at that time I had slept there.

Once there, I met OB Rando. He was surprised to see me cry. And more unlucky again, why do my eyes immediately cry when I hear Mr Rangka talk like that?

"Mbak Sensi, why are his eyes crying. Why cry, Mother?" rando looked around watching me.

"What the hell are you Rando, I'm a kebelet boker. You know what, boker?" I was a little pressed.

"Waduhhh, Miss Sensi wants a boker, huh?"

"Propotttt," my tiruku bit and then blew the skin of the hand so that it made a sound like a fart. Of course when I blow and bite without OB Rando's knowledge. OB Rando glared and spontaneously closed his nose.

I ran into the lavish guest bathroom and locked myself in one of the WC's. My tears broke there.

"Mom, Miss Sensi! Who is opo-opo?" ask OB Rando to make me anxious. OB this one does sometimes like kepo, his mouth is a bit of a bawel exactly a girl.

"Rando, canean sampean melu karo me? Tak tojos keek eye,e kowe yo," threatened me who suddenly follow Rando using Javanese, either true or not.

"Aduhhh Mbak'e sing eling karo Gusti Allah. Yo wis, I don't live yo," cried Rando as he opened the toilet door that sounded. This Rando does not know people are sad even kepo and approached. Besides being sad because Mr. Rangka now I am even more sad because of Rando who is bawel and pretentious kepo.