Fancied Heavy Boss Bull, The Sick Asthma

Chapter 53 Dress Code

Since Mr. Rangka told him that next week he would propose to a girl, Mr. Rangka has rarely been to the office, only occasionally in the morning and hours of rest only come. This moment I use to forget all the flavors that ever existed for Mr. Rangka. Fortunately I did not lose my chastity during my acquaintance with Mr. Rangka. Mr. Rangka just stained the sanctity of my lips which to me is the same as my chastity stained. But fortunately Mr. Rangka is not the type of man who destroys the purity of a girl, and it seems that Mr. Rangka is not the type of man so even though he is widower.

Five days passed, suddenly Mr. Rangka came right at the break. He ordered me through Kak Tari to face him immediately while carrying my map. I'm clucking lazy. Actually I've been hard-earned to forget my race to Mr. Rangka, but why now Mr Rangka even told me to go to his room?

"Sensi, hurry! Don't be so lazy. The boss is waiting for you," Kak Tari jolted. I'm no longer surprised by Kak Tari's attitude, but how strange it is that he does not stop acting judes, when it's my fault what? Knowing that if I was Lee Min Ho's wife, I would make her jealous.

I immediately moved after my maps were in my arms without saying goodbye to Kak Tari so upset. Besides, I seem to be resigning after Mr. Rangka's application is over. Sis Tari who seems crazy respect from me, shake her head while shaking her waist when I accidentally look back. I smiled cynically, then walked back away from Kak Tari who was stressed to see me who he thought was challenging.

"Sukurin," hissed.

As usual every time I want to go to Mr. Rangka's room, I just want to pass the stairs instead of the elevator. When I arrived at the last step towards the fourth floor of Pak Rangka's room, I met OB Rando. He greeted me as usual.

"Mbak Sensi, how come his face is bent? If you are sad and moody like this it would be nice to ngadem in the second floor guest bathroom, it is quite enough to eliminate the stress that fills the head," said OB Rando make a sprain. She used to know everything if I'd been to the guest bathroom on the second floor just to calm my mind.

"What the hell is Rando? Watch out, I'm going through!" my grunt is upset while passing through Rando who sometimes likes to jail.

"Be careful, Ma'am, the Boss will eat!" remember OB Rando while giggling down the stairs.

"Ahhh, you're Rando."

Arriving at the door of Mr. Rangka's room, for a moment I stood looking. There was a burning doubt in my soul, making me want to rebel and run away from the door of Mr. Rangka's room. It feels lazy to see Mr. Rangka again.

Before knocking on the door, I deliberately prayed as I could. The growth of Miss Coral is not in his room, usually he is always nosy or greet me with his special joke, or Pak Claw, they both compact disappear when I need entertainment for his balls.

"Ehhhh, Sensi. Instead of standing in front of the door, hurry in, Boss is waiting." Miss Coral who suddenly came out of the room Mr. Rangka, successfully made me shocked until my maps scattered.

"Yes, geez Sensi, you are so shocked. What were you daydreaming about anyway, dumbass so?"

"Ahh, you don't. I was surprised that Miss Coral suddenly opened the door when I was just about to knock on the door, "my excuse.

"Of quickly enter, you are waiting for tuh," pushed Mbak Koral made me worse into the. Fortunately, I picked up my map that fell earlier. This Coral Sister is outrageous, she could have humiliated me in front of Mr. Rangka. That way, I was mistakenly considered not to know the courtesy of entering Mr. Rangka's room.

Not long after that Ms. Koral suddenly entered and sat on the sofa following Pak Claw who had first sat there while smiling indistinctly. Really today the three of them including Mr. Rangka look strange. What exactly are they planning?

After I sat down, Mr. Rangka looked at me deeply with a sharp look. I couldn't look at her for long and then immediately I bowed my head avoiding her gaze. It was hard to forget the gaze, but now in front of the eyes of Mr. Rangka himself even looked at me, reminiscent of the memory at Carita Beach and in the car at dinner in an outdoor cafe.

"Boss, let's talk, don't be stared at," urged Pak Claw suddenly. Mr. Rangka raised his hand to give the code so that Mr. Claw does not give interruption.

"Sensi, in two days I will do the application. I want to ask your opinion, good for special invited guests, dress code is good in what color, maroon or green sage?" asked Mr. Rangka while showing the two dresses whose colors were mentioned earlier, maroon and green sage, making my heart immediately beat fast, because the two colors are both my favorite colors.

Mr. Rangka looked at me like he couldn't wait to get an answer from me. Slowly I looked up, actually I did not want to raise my face because my eyes are now starting to glaze over.

"Both are good sir" I replied because they were both my favorites.

"Choose one of them so I don't get confused" she looked me back in the face. As I was about to try to answer, my eyes and Mr. Rangka's eyes met directly. I instantly blinked and as fast as the clear lightning circle that I had been holding since had fallen was unstoppable.

"Green sage, sir," I replied standing up and walking towards the exit of Mr. Rangka's room, because my tears would not be strong enough to keep dripping after. "I'll excuse you to go to the bathroom first, sir," I said hurriedly.

"Withy!" Mr. Rangka's voice was heard calling but I don't care, if I am in there continue then guaranteed my tears will come down rapidly.

I walked straight down the stairs all the way to the second floor, my feet turning to the right towards the guest bathroom that OB Rando mentioned earlier while probing me on the stairs earlier. I hurriedly entered the guest bathroom for fear of being caught by the nosy OB Rando. If I get caught by him, I might get bullied in a department.

My tears broke there, although this guest bathroom was quite pleasing to the eye, but Mr. Rangka's decision to ask me to choose a dress code for guests, especially later at his application event, made me slump. The aroma of therapy and elegant bathtub that I once slept in, now completely unable to calm me from all the treatment of Mr. Rangka who seemed to play tricks on my feelings.

"Pak Rangkaaaa, I hate Mr. Rangka," my screams spilled all my grief.