Fancied Heavy Boss Bull, The Sick Asthma

Chapter 9 The Hugging Tragedy

"Sir!" my reproach. Mr. Rangka turned his head with a slightly surprised face. Maybe he was daydreaming when I greeted him, so surprised.

"Are you done with it?" Mr. Rangka asked back while looking at me inside. His eyes were like he was fascinated to see me. I was so embarrassed and didn't trust myself. I can only hide my shame.

"Come on!" invite surprised me.

"L-yes, Sir!" I was nervous as I followed Mr. Rangka who started to step foot out of the room.

"Are you tired, like you were tired? If you are tired, you can rest here. Or if you want, we can rest here first," said Mr. Rangka stopped his steps.

For a few seconds I was silent not saying, I was trying to digest Mr. Rangka's words just now. "I mean Father?" kataku shocked.

"I mean, if you are tired you can rest in this room," explained Mr. Rangka imbued with a smile.

"Emm, ti-no, sir. I'm not tired" I replied.

"Why are you so nervous? I only offer you to rest if you are tired, we can also sleep together here," said Mr. Rangka accompanied by a smile again. I was a little agape in disbelief with the words of Mr. Rangka, what is the direction of Mr. Rangka's conversation to get there anyway? Especially if we are in the room.

"Hemmm, I have not finished talking Sensi, I mean we can sleep together in this room if we get married later," continued Mr. Rangka relaxed, making me suddenly distrustful.

"I-yes, Sir. Emm, hehehe .. "I reply to grin.

"Why are you happy?" Aduuh Mr. Rangka just keep asking makes me like lost face, want it feels like at this time I disappear.

"Yes, sir, I'm happy" I replied, looking down.

"Happy why?" Mr. Rangka still asked so I became short of breath. Usually the one who is short of breath is Mr. Rangka, but now I am the one who seems to be short of breath.

"Happy because, what is it?" confused answer.

"Yes you do not need to be confused so, which is clear now we have to finish the work immediately. Mac-April you're waiting at the table. Come on!" take him to break my shame and shortness of breath.

Mr. Rangka walked first and I was behind him. His words about marriage filled my head. It was so clear in my head. I want to marry Mr. Rangka. When I look from behind, Mr. Rangka's steps are very authoritative full of charisma. The ideal man of my dreams. I smiled as I followed Mr. Rangka, so that something unexpected happened to me.

"Dugghhhh,"

"Aduhhhh," ringisku because suddenly hit a tall body and athletic Pak Rangka who turned around. Geez I'm like I'm hugging Mr. Rangka. My body that hit him earlier was immediately caught by the heavy hand of Mr. Rangka.

Mr. Rangka did not immediately release my body from his capture, he seemed to intentionally want to close my body. My heart beats fast.

"You're daydreaming, yes, I stopped and turned around and I saw you still standing and strange smiles, are you fantasizing?" asked Mr. Rangka in front of my face and looked at him sharply. The breath is fragrant, it does not smell. Looks like Mr. Rangka already brushed his teeth. Mr. Rangka is indeed a clean and not slovenly guy. Very clean and good looking.

The question Mr. Rangka was only able to answer with a heartbeat that was getting tighter, slowly Mr. Rangka released his embrace from my body.

"L-yes, sir," I said not to be connected with what Mr. Rangka was talking about, all I heard were the words come on. I feel stupid in front of Mr. Rangka with all my behavior. Somehow Mom gave birth to me, so I was born like me now. Sometimes I hate my ceplos and what it is, why not be someone who jaim just so I look good in front of anyone including in front of Mr. Rangka.

"Sit down and calm yourself. I'm sorry, I was just testing you, and apparently you are not the type of seductress," said Mr. Rangka apologized, I was so confused at last, and finally, why is Mr Rangka apologizing and what does that mean, testing? Not a seductress?

"I should be the one apologizing, sir. I have always been thin and not very connected to what you were talking about," I said honestly and regretted my always unconscious attitude with my ceplosku.

"It's okay, I actually like women who ceplos ceplos rich you. Yes, now it would be nice for you to immediately do your work so that it is quickly finished!" said Mr. Rangka at last, making tension and misbehavior a little treated.

Mr. Rangka headed to his desk followed me to the sofa and began to work on one by one the map that had piled up earlier. Not to mention the map from Mbak Koral. Though it should be the work of Miss Coral, but instead Mr. Rangka gave it to me and I had to finish it.

At six o'clock I see the Azan Maghrib coming soon. Because I haven't done that map yet, I'm still working on it with focus. Five minutes later I saw the azan heard. Mr. Rangka suddenly called.

"Sensi, finish your job first. Already the Maghrib, we better pray Maghrib congregation first!" take Mr. Rangka while cleaning his desk. I did not argue, I immediately stood up and closed the map I had just worked on.

"Yes, sir," I replied with my heart suddenly beating again. The incident felt afraid to repeat itself, not that I was not happy, but the shame was not stumbling.

"Come in first!" I did not argue and immediately went to the bathroom to take ablution. This time there was no drama admiring the bathroom like that. I hurried and got out of the bathroom. There Mr. Rangka has been waiting with his sleeves that have been folded up.

Not how long, we also pray Maghrib together. "Sensi, hurry up and do your job, get it done tonight. Because tomorrow must have come out the report."

"Ready, sir," I replied as I quickly cleared my face and immediately tiptoed ahead of Mr. Rangka out of the room. Mr. Rangka looked at me while smiling in wonder.

I immediately headed back to my desk and sat on the sofa that had been the foundation of my body since this afternoon. Suddenly the sound of Pak Rangka's HP sounded. And there was a two-way conversation between Mr. Rangka and someone on the other end of the phone.

"Assalamualaikum! Papa's daughter!" Apparently Mr. Rangka received a call from a little boy who was his son as I had just heard. I was forced to eavesdrop because Mr. Rangka was only a few meters away from my desk.

"Papa, when's Papa coming home?" ask the son of Mr. Rangka is anxious, his voice is crisp and makes you anxious. Looks like Mr. Rangka's son is very pretty and funny.

"A little while, baby. Ok then yes, Papa must finish Papa's work to get home quickly." Mr. Rangka stopped the phone and hung up the phone.