Leaning My Naughty

Basic, Liar

Today, Satria in a black suit came to the branch office of Damrah Groub company, in between by Mr. Hamdan. He did not go to school today, he will only do private learning because there is an important agenda.

At 9am, he had a meeting that ended until 11am. The young man's face from entry to exit remained sour, inside the room was really tense. The Secretary of the Gods did not bother.

I just came to the office at about 8 a.m. The Secretary of the Gods has been welcomed by tantrums and abuse. “I hate you!” shouted Satria, he pelted the God with whatever was in front of him.

Fortunately, the one in front of the young man was only paper and pen, so the lump of paper did not hurt the body of God too much. Pen also did not hit his face, only about his body wrapped in a suit.

“I hate you!”

“Sorry Young Master, can I know, why you suddenly hate me?” ask the Secretary of the Gods.

“You are stupid or pretend to be stupid?!”

“I am really stupid and do not understand, Young Master.” replied The Secretary of God relented. In fact, he did not know, what caused the young man's wrath since the morning.

“Basic no feelings!” Still cursing.

A few moments quiet.

“You know yesterday what day?” His eyes stared intently at the still loyal Secretary of the Gods standing there.

“Yesterday Sunday, Young Master.” God said.

Prangs! He threw a flower on the floor.

“Stupid!” Then he hit the table with his hand, strong.

The Secretary of Gods racked his brain, making sure that yesterday, was indeed Sunday.

“You're unlucky*n God! I was waiting for you yesterday! You fraud!”

'Waiting? Tricked? Yesterday?' The god twisted all his memory memories. When did he promise?

“Sorry, Young Master. I really do not remember, when I promised, can Young Master tell me.” say be careful.

“Yesterday you tricked me, you didn't come on my birthday.”

“I do not promise to come Young Master, is not the event held like a thanksgiving at home.” The god said with certainty.

“You have no feelings! You liar, I hate you, get out of here, I don't want to see you again!” banish him, but the gods still flinch. Sculpting listening to the meaning for the sake of making.

“You're deaf, get out of here. I hate you!” yells.

Silence returned for a few moments.

“Basic liar, he said I am the sister he loves, anything will be done for me, so that I am happy he promised to be with me always. Fraudster, my birthday just didn't come.” murmured furiously.

Eh?

The Secretary of the Gods was surprised to hear the murmur, although quietly, he heard it clearly, the arrogant and cold young man, obviously very fond of him, considered him one of the important people.

Honestly, yesterday he felt a little disappointed because he could not get an invitation, the young man just said he would celebrate his home with the servants and two friends, so the Secretary of the Gods did not come, feeling he was not expected.

“Sorry, forgive me, Young Master.”

“Go you!” expel again. The secretary of the gods left.

The secretary left a message to his subordinates, in order to be on standby when Satria called. He would rush home to pick something up, because there was still 45 minutes left for the meeting.

“Sial*n you God!!”

“He really went, basic man has no feelings.” cried.

When the meeting was about to begin, Satria was already preparing with a woman beside her, She grew angry when she found out that God had left without asking her permission, but now there would be an important meeting.

The meeting lasted 10 minutes, then the Secretary of the Gods came in a hurry. Satria's sharp eyes looked at him with a killing aura. Parents and Mothers who were the same age as Uncle and Grandma also felt intimidated by the gaze of the High School youth.

However, at least they felt relieved and smiled after seeing the God Secretary come. They feel helped, but their smiles disappear to see Satria become so, even immediately welcoming the late God with a pen throw.

“You're late, where have you been?” The pen floated right in his bidat.

“Sorry,” the word slowly comes out of the mouth of God.

After the meeting was over, everyone came out of the room, except Satria and the Gods. The young man was very angry.

“I'm sorry, Young Master. Actually I've been preparing this for a long time. I guess, I wasn't expected at the privacy anniversary event, sir. I was late to pick up this gift.” He thrust it on the table, in front of Satria.

“Many reasons!”

“You think I can be fooled, huh!” But he obviously took the gift, hugged it.

“I still hate you, I have not forgiven you, I took this gift because I saw you have tried it.” he said, immediately stood up and brought the gift.

“Young Master, happy birthday, hopefully what you hope to achieve.” said Dewa as he walked out.

Satria smiled slightly, hiding that smile by pretending not to hear, kept walking out. The God Secretary followed the young man from behind.

“I'm hungry, take me to Hilton Resto.”.

“Good, Young Master.” Appearing a smile on the lips of God, he was sure his little boss had forgiven him.

His little boss was actually very tame with him, if good at taking his heart, but very heartless if angry.

They arrived at the Hilton Resto.

The pramusaji came to their table. “Bring me the most special, don't wear long!” her door.

Sure enough, the food soon filled their dining table. “Let's eat, all this food was on my birthday show yesterday.” he explained.

That is, 'You also have to taste this food, even if it doesn't come, I want to celebrate it now with you.'

“Iya, Young Master. Thank you.” said God smiled warmly, although now his forehead was thrown Satria with a pen earlier, felt pulsating.

They eat with gourmand. After eating, Satria took out the gift she had been carrying since, who else if not the gift of the Secretary of the Gods. He opened the gift. Then smile.

“Your choice is ugly and tacky!” his teasing, but in reality he tried it directly. Wear that tie.

'The lips and your heart are clearly deceiving each other, Young Master.' The Secretary of the Gods smiled.

“How to wear this? Look, because your gift tie is ugly!” Just keep on mocking.

The Secretary of Gods approached, pairing the tie. He understood the meaning of his little boss's words. That is, 'I want to wear this tie of your hand, please pair it!'

’Basic!' The God Secretary shook his head.

“Why are you shaking your head?” Satria asked full of search.

“My eyes glimpsed Master, you are very handsome once.” sahut Secretary of God.

“Don't be so! I was very handsome long ago. Don't cry in front of me, I won't forgive you!”

The god who originally did not want to cry, now even cried. He hugged his little boss.

“Sial*n, I'm not gay, release.”

“You are my most cute sister, Young Master.”

“I'm not a child anymore, don't hug me like this!” his lips, funny looking forward. The god smiled more and hugged his little superior tightly.

“Thank you, Young Master has liked and forgiven me.”

“Huh, I have not forgiven you, you must help me find a way to conquer the heart of Kak Aya.”

'Haaaaah! Start again, Nurbaya, Nurbaya and Nurbaya again.'

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