I Love You, Ma'am Kunti

renunciation

After everything was done, he returned with very suitable clothes attached to his body.

Sure this is a woman's dress? Why does it fit so well in my body?

Andre doesn't want to take a headache, there's a change of clothes he's very grateful. Especially as good as this.

Sarah who was already sitting on a chair with a P3K box on her lap was stunned for a moment, when she saw Andre coming out. The clothes make him look cooler.

I didn't think it was, so I gave it to her without having to hidefully put it on her desk tomorrow. As his birthday present. Though before I was confused how to put it so as not to be found out.

Sarah's face flushed red, when she remembered the ridiculous thing she had planned earlier. He also turned his face away.

"The book is great, I like it. How about I just pay? Don't give it back, yeah..."

"No need– I said it was free clothes from my subordinates. If you want, take it."

Andre catches the nervous behavior of Sarah who continues to reject his gaze. Especially when He sat near her, Sarah just cleared her throat not to shift her sitting position at all.

"That's a medicine box, for what?"

"For what else? Of course to treat the wounds on your face," he replied sniffly, as usual.

Andre grinned, he pointed his index finger at Sarah...

"Gee... Whoa... You want to treat me? Seriously?"

Sarah turned her head slightly, she immediately brushed off the index finger. "You don't want to already..."

"Supid... I definitely want to, laaaah. Nought... My face, let's treat." Andre put on his face while closing his eyes closer to Sarah. His lips clenched in a smile.

"Ka– what are you doing?" Sarah pushed that forehead, "keep that face away from me."

"Loh, want to treat it must be close. Just the next time you want another one after this."

"what else do you mean?" body inched.

"Kiss me here maybe," pointed at her cheek.

Plaaaaunkpunkkkk... Sarah slapped that cheek softly. That made Andre laugh.

"Don't expect it!!!" Throwing the medicine box in Andre's lap, "take it home, and just treat your own wounds."

Sarah moves on, but immediately arrests Andre.

"Don't... Just you, yeah. Sorry, I was just kidding. Let's sit down again."

"Basic Reckon..."

"Yes. yeah .. I'm Screaming. So sit here, and treat this curutmu." Pulling slowly until Sarah sat back down, then put the medicine box in Sarah's hand. "Let's treat me."

Sarah snorted. He began to open the box, taking tweezers, gauze and wound cleaning fluid.

With the three tools, Sarah began to clean the wound on Andre's face. But then he found an inflamed wound on his neck.

"Oh my God, your neck is hurt. Are you sure you're just after a dog?" Sarah touched it while grimacing. "This is necessary to see a doctor, there are abrasions as well. You must have gotten caught up in something?"

Andre grabbed Sarah's hand, then moved it again to the face.

"Obati only in the face... That one doesn't matter."

"Hei– you need to go to the hospital."

"Yes I know. I'll go to the hospital after I get the answer from you."

Sarah's forehead wrinkled. "What answer?"

"I loved you for a long time... When are you gonna take me?"

Sarah tried to let go of his hand. He still does not answer. Isn't that funny?

The woman was slightly fat, with an age far above that of the man.

It may be very inappropriate when in a relationship with Andre who incidentally loved many girls in their office.

What will his subordinates say later? He will definitely be the scorn of the girls because they are considered not to know themselves.

"think sane, I'm not an ABG girl anymore..."

"Sarah– I didn't just ask you out. I'm serious about you... If you want, I'll propose to you. We can go to NTB tomorrow too."

"Hei– are you crazy?"

"Why... Don't you believe it?"

"Of course not. Do you want to be in a relationship with an old woman like me? Look with your sane eyes.

the clear, smooth, slim, young. In our office a lot? Then you want to be with me like this?" Sarah was shaking her head, feeling sad.

Because he is not concerned with his own appearance, with his body shape, and with his age that is far above Andre.

"I love you, only you."

"Shut your mouth and go home."

"I love you, Sarah... I love you."

"Aiiiissshh...." Sarah covered her ears. "I didn't hear that. Come out, get out."

Andre grabbed both hands to release him.

"Listen to me... I– love–mu– Sarah Wijayanti. A head of HRD revision, who has a shrill voice up to an octave when angry. Yes it's you... You're the one I want... You're the one I love, not the other."

Sarah looked, her eyes condensed. The words sounded sincere out from Andre. Not as strange as usual, who suddenly approached him just to smile then said; nikah yuk...

Although he had to get a throw of files on his face constantly, because it kept coming and coming again. To say the same thing, or just ask her out on a date every Sunday night.

"Sar–"

"You like to joke around, I can't believe a crocodile's mouth is like yours."

"I'm not kidding with people. Have you ever seen me act the same way as anyone else, like you?"

No. gabe... You're more polite to the others. You even seem pretty cool with the girls. I was worried about interpreting it... Because I know myself. (Sara)

"I seriously like you. So take me..."

Sarah did not answer, she just continued her work. Treating Andre's minor wounds on the face, then covering them with plaster.

"I'm done, it's also night. Just come out– I'm tired of taking a break." Sarah, cold. He moved his equipment to its original place.

Andre sighed, he bowed for a while. Before it finally moves.

"Thank you for treating. I'm sorry I bothered you. Excuse me for coming home.Good night, Sar." The man walked away, stepped out.

Apparently, accepting someone is not easy.

The clear thread began to fall, he was eager to hold Andre. But his prestige defeats the movement of the heart. Making him only able to regret his own rejection.