
In the afternoon, we finished our adventure at Carita Beach. Glassy looked happy, and so did Ms. Catly always smile. They are really a couple Grandma and a compact grandchild. They seem to compact to let me and Mr. Rangka involved together at every opportunity. What happened to Glassy and Miss Catly?
"Sensi, thank you very much yes, you have helped me again from shortness of breath," said Mr. Rangka breaking the ice. I turned my head and smiled a little, then lowered my head in embarrassment.
"Sensi, are you happy with what we did?" asked Mr. Rangka to mention the incident after I gave an artificial breath earlier. My face immediately blushed red, embarrassed and I didn't know what to say. After all, it was Mr. Rangka who started and disappeared, so it did not give me a chance to avoid.
"Why are you, embarrassed?" Mr. Rangka even asked, obviously I was embarrassed because the incident was Mr. Rangkalah who started. "Ok, we forgot about what happened. Let's just say it's my gratitude to you, because you've cured my relapsing asthma. Now we go home and get back to our usual routine" said Mr. Rangka with a smile on his back.
I was a little disappointed with Mr. Rangka's words just now, not a bit of mention about our next relationship going forward after what Mr. Rangka did earlier. To desecrate the sanctity of my lips for the second time is so voracious. He said just thank you for the healing of his asthma that I healed earlier. And I was so stupid that I was also lulled by the momentary lust of Mr. Rangka, whom Mr. Rangka considers only as gratitude.
What if I'm lulled into something wilder? Would Mr Rangka still say that as a thank you? Though earlier I felt a tremor in my chest and Mr. Rangka was just as powerful. I think Mr. Rangka will make a decision, invite me to foster a serious relationship and foster halal relations. I became very sad, it turns out that Mr. Rangka put forward lust not seriousness.
A week later, my relationship with Glassy grew closer and closer. My relationship with Ms. Catly is also very good. But not my relationship with Mr. Rangka. I am now trying to keep my distance and avoid Mr. Rangka, but still I am required to work professionally
"Sensi, why the hell are you daydreaming constantly. What's the matter exactly?" suddenly Rima appeared and kepo with my attitude that lately moody. I do not answer anyway Rima and others are the same as always kepo and like to spread rumors that are sometimes not true.
Until I heard the grapevine that Mr. Rangka would propose to someone in the last week of this month. This rumor spread from Rima, Rima said she heard from a trusted source of gossip and up to date.
"It's appropriate that if this rumor is up to date, you will know, who will the woman be proposed to?" Rima immediately shook his head, it seems that this time he did not know who the candidate who would be proposed by Mr. Rangka.
News or gossip about Mr. Rangka's plan to propose to someone, pretty depressing my feelings. I fell in silence, sometimes while in the bathroom I cried thinking about my fate which has been tainted with the sanctity of the lips by Mr. Rangka.
"Sensi, Rima, you guys are gossiping. Finish your work. And you Sensi, take your map to Mr. Rangka's room, you work in his room only!" kak Tari's orders pointed at me.
Actually I was lazy with the orders of Kak Tari who had to go to Pak Rangka's room, but it looks like Kak Tari got orders directly from Pak Rangka. I lazily cleaned up the map on my desk and took it to Mr. Rangka's room.
When I entered Mr. Rangka's room, Mr. Rangka seemed to have been waiting for my arrival. I entered with a flat face but still behaving respectfully.
"Sensi, it looks like next week I'm going to propose to someone, you know how happy I am because soon I can have the girl completely?" The news of Mr. Rangka suddenly seemed to hit my heart, instantly I was hit by a powerful tsunami waves that were able to destroy the defense of my soul. I was suddenly weak and not powered and it seemed like the clear feathers in my eye fertilizer were ready to fall. But as hard as I can hold it so as not to fall.
"How, are you happy enough to hear this news?" ask Mr. Rangka again to ask a heavy question for me to answer. As fast as lightning I wiped the fallen feather as Mr. Frame his gaze carelessly headed in another direction. I tried to strengthen my heart and refocus on my work.
"Who's the lucky girl, sir?" I pretended to be happy with the smile.
"Later you will know when the time comes. You will also definitely get the invitation from me," said Mr. Rangka with a smile that never faded from his lips. I was quite stunned by Mr. Rangka's remark that I was one of his invited guests at his application later. This is quite sad for me, because I have been so expecting Mr. Rangka even love Mr. Rangka secretly. But really Mr. Rangka this makes me disappointed. Mr. Rangka was never sensitive to my feelings.
Getting ready after this seems like I better resign from the company Mr. Rangka. I do not want to remember the shadow of Mr. Rangka and my love for him left here.
"Oh yes of course, sir, I will be present at Mr. Rangka's application event. But if I'm healthy and there's time, of course," I replied slightly stammered.
"You have to be present, because it's an important moment in my life to end my two-year-old loneliness" he explained, standing up and returning to his desk.
I am quite sad and disappointed by hearing all Mr. Rangka's words regarding his plans next week that will propose to a girl of his choice.
"*Pak Rangka is really cruel. After what he did to me, he would suddenly propose to someone, but not to propose to me as I had always imagined. I'm really stupid and cheap because all this time it's only been used as an impingement of his lust*."
The break hour arrived, my task was also completed on time. I immediately cleared my map and tidied it up and stood towards Mr. Rangka's desk.
"The task is done, sir. Excuse me for a rest and lunch of rice lunch in the garden near the mushola," pamitku kumplit along with my destination. Mr. Rangka gawked with my flat demeanor without a shy smile again. As soon as I went from Pak Rangka room to the park near the mosque for lunch with my rice lunch from home.
"Sensi, wait!" I'm not bullying even though Mr. Rangka called me. "Watch, back!"