GET ME, BOS
LET ME KNOW YOU
This dawn happened a very interesting thing, which is when Matsumoto was about to soak in hot water. The door opened, and a woman who was used to dressing without an interior cried out hysterically.
“KAU!” shock Matsumoto who was shocked by the appearance of Helena.
“Ahhh... Small!” he closed his eyes occasionally peeking.
“Buttimes!” take the towel quickly.
“Hahahaha I accidentally Mr. Galak.” Reversed his body.
Matsumoto came out wearing a towel wrapped around his waist. He was very upset with the woman he held in his home. Just got out of custody, about to relax the mind. Just closed for a little while appeared Helena who casually entered the access of the hot spring.
At breakfast, Helena kept smiling. He's got Matsumoto's weakness. The man who was always his interlocutor. It seems that Matsumoto did not touch Helena who was sitting opposite each other.
“Ehemmbb... You've been busy lately.” Starting talks.
“Don't worry about me, it's a free thing to catch my attention.” Ketus himself answered.
“I feel like I live here like my own home. So, sorry if I saw you back then hahaha.”
Matsumoto's right eyebrow rose and squinted his eyes, cynical. “Have finished its installation?”
“Ups.” Close his mouth tightly.
“I put you here is not free, everything must be paid. And as for the hot spring bath, I'll forget about it. Later you do not be pretentious, between us only the relationship of Philanthropists and Homeless.”
“A-what do you mean call me a vagrant?”
Helena chased after Matsumoto who had finished her breakfast. But the pace wasn't strong enough. He gasps for breath after Matsumoto who has gone to ride in a race car.
“Cih, yours is so small. Sok-sok an declare yourself a Philanthropist, the base of persimmon seeds!” curse Helena.
“Nona, you have to prepare. Because Mr. Matsumoto told the driver to take you home.”
A maid wearing a yukata greeted Helena. Matsumoto apparently has a high appetite for servants he hires at home. Maybe this is the reason why he is still single to this day. Surrounded by beautiful and meek women, Helena thought of course.
It was heavy of heart that he left this house that had been his residence for several days. Comfortable atmosphere, as well as fresh air intake is produced. Make his brain think clearly about the ideas of new work. Some of the pictures he has arranged neatly. Not to forget he has actually passed Matsumoto with another version. Having hair, the thing that Matsumoto lacks. Matsumoto's painting was left to his housemaid. To be shown to Matsumoto when he returns. But unfortunately, the maid at Matsumoto's residence refused to accept anything from Helena. Because Matsumoto advised, will not accept any objects from women. Without exception, because he has a fundamental principle.
Upon arrival at the Boutique, he re-painted Matsumoto's image with the hair he engineered his shape. The face is fierce and the colotan changes, because the hair grows on the head. He smiled and was embarrassed. No, Helena was not imagining Matsumoto with her growing hair. But it happened in the hot spring.
“Helena, are you sick a few days?”
“Eh Fray, you just came?”
“Yes, did something happen these few days. Says your employee missed work?”
“Oh that, I've been living together with Matsumoto. Since our incident last day, he took me to his house.”
“Cannot.”
“I want you to see his house, we can go there at lunchtime.”
“Waw is this guy we're talking about Matsumoto it?”
“Hehehe yes, I want you to see his house at lunchtime.”
“I asked my Husband's secretary first yes, did give me permission.”
“Why you should get permission, he can have lunch alone or with his business client.”
“Helena.” Said Frayza quietly while rubbing her best friend's hand.
“Hemmmb.” Dehemated.
“My husband is a very unique person, I don't want to make trouble. You took me to Matsumoto's house. One of his confidants, and most importantly he's a man.”
“Come on Frayza, he's lived a long time with your husband. Will Mr. William be jealous. He already has 2 kids from you. What he worries about an aged woman, you are not a young girl.” Egreyel.
“You don't know very well what my husband is like.” Lifted phone.
It seems that Frayza is talking seriously with her husband. He left Helena, because their conversation was as secret as possible.
An hour before lunchtime, Matsumoto came to the Boutique. He brought a bushel filled with food. It actually opens itself up. Bringing a bushel, oh right. He usually carries a gun or a knife.
Bragh, put the rough rough on Helena's desk.
“What wind are you here for? Ah you must be worried because it's snowing. You must want me to eat well, hehehe.” Guess it.
“Eat this, and don't bring my mistress to my house!”
“Sweetie, I refused it. There are things I have to do at your house.”
“That's you from my life!”
“Hai ‘Small’ can you be relaxed with me?” new name for Matsumoto.
“Stop fishing my emotions!”
“If I say come to your house it means I will go there. You can't refuse guests.”
“I am a friend and Boss of your Lady, I am the Boss of your Lady!”
“But you're the Boss under my boss!”
“That means I'm a Boss of her husband Your boss.”
“And my boss hired you, who claimed to be the Boss!”
“You're not the Boss!”
“But I can omit your Boss title!”
“You can't take my Boss title, because Frayza will continue to be my employee. And I am the Boss of the Boss!”
“Bos is not the Boss anymore!”
The two of them were still arguing over who was worthy of being called the Boss. No one wants to give up, and strengthen their muscles. Baku hit inevitable again, Helena who has the body gesture bule. Matsumoto is a Japanese man. Wrestling with the bongsor woman, slippery clamping and strangling each neck.
“You're differentbah!”
“You jerk!”
“I'll make you indemnity for ruining my office!”
“Even my chicken coop is better than your cave!”
“What you said!”
“Yeah, this is not an office but an ancient cave! “
“You!”
“Tight!” timpal Hikash.
They laughed at each other, how not. Matsumoto could say Handsome, when the atmosphere is tense. They lay down on the floor, white papers strewn on the floor. Until finally Matsumoto saw the painting of a strange man.
“That's you.”
“Why is there hair?” rubbed his plontos head.
“I don't like to see that slippery scalp of yours.”
“I'm more comfortable plontos.”
“You know, all this time I thought Mr. William was the only man of heaven. Turns out I can see the other side of you through a different touch.”
“I don't like having Hair.”
“Because you work neat and clean, right? As a special bodyguard and a person who is adept at strategy, you definitely do not want to leave behind the slightest evidence. Especially if a strand of your hair falls out on the scene of a crime not.”
“You watch too many mob movies. Our lives are as simple as the hansip in general. It's just that in terms of and prosperity, I'm more assured hih.” Grins.
“I want to stay at your house again.”
“I don't accept bums.”
“Stop calling me a bum, Bald!”
“I don't like you calling me Bald.”
“Well, that means you let me stay in your house, right?” his face looks cheerful.
“If that's what you want, please.”
“Cihuy imaksih.” Reflexes hugging Matsumoto.
He may not understand the culture of politeness. However, Helena treated Matsumoto like a man in the west.
“You, don't hug me.” Removing Helena's hand on the neck. Matsumoto woke up and confirmed his suit. He exited Helena's office, exhaling.
Inside the office, Helena threw the design papers into the air like snow. The paper rained down on her happy self.
“It looks like Helena will get married if she doesn't give up.”
“So yeah, I think Matsumoto can't see other women anymore.”
“Come Frayza, don't let Helena get busy working. I know he's actually trying to pull Matsumoto's heart. The man wasn't so bad when embarrassed to be teased Helena.”
“We'll see later how good it is. I have to catch up with my Husband, he's been waiting for me in the parking lot.”
“Haaa your rich husband's.”
“She's only husband, remove other frills.”
“Hehehe Rich Husband.” Yuki Goda.
