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Seventies

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I blinked for a moment when I saw the scene that made Abel hysterical. It's worth it, there I also saw it with .. a little nervous. No, quite a lot.

Kenneth. With its cool out fit –which always looks cool– is walking confidently towards me. Both hands were put in jeans, then the black shirt coated with the jacket looked expensive. Do not forget the perched glasses to complement his exorbitant confidence.

On his left right side I saw two bodyguards who used to escort him wherever he went.

My heart was suddenly beating faster than usual. Not what, I was so worried that the sweet guy would come up to me. I can confirm that his eyes that hide behind his sunglasses have seen my whereabouts. And it would really be a bad thing if he was really heading towards me.

I also made sure that I would go berserk with him later.

If Abel is currently displaying his enthusiasm too, when I lyrics, oh then not just Abel who is enthusiastic apparently, there are many residents of this canteen react exactly like Abel. Then I just shook my head slowly while looking at Kenneth.

Plis ... don't come here, Ken!

Don't make a troublemaker and I'll get his sap—

Oh thankfully ...

I finally let out a sigh of relief as the guy passed by my desk just like that. So close, that my sense of smell was able to smell her favorite perfume, as she passed by just now.

"Crazy! I'm melting, Zura. What was my dream last night to see Kenneth Barata in real life? Seriously? That was real Kenneth, wasn't it?! I'm not halu, am I?! I'm still alive, aren't I?!" Abel patted her cheeks with a rant of happiness. "It smells great. It felt like Kenneth's perfume was stuck in my shirt." he sniffed his own clothes.

The excitement that ... I used to see it. In fact, that one roof with me now her reaction is even more severe, right?!

"Deeh, girls habits," grumbled Mas Anjas. "Just Kenneth was going through all that noise,"

"What is it, Mas Anjas?" Abel disagreed with the man. "That's Kenneth loh! Kenneth!"

"Yes, you know."

"That's really Kenneth, isn't it, Zura?" abel asked again, which made me look at him.

Just one nod I gave him. "I guess."

"It's really Kenneth, Zura. Look, everyone here is also aware that it's Kenneth." Abel was still with his excess enthusiasm. It was as if he had won the lottery.

"It's only natural, Bel, that he's here. 'This is Kenneth's Papa's company. Didn't I ever tell you?" mas Anjas tapped the index finger of his left hand on the table.

Abel patted his eel and exclaimed, "Oh yes! I forget. Mas Anjas has told me the first day I work."

"It's just weird, why is that artist passing by in this cafeteria? Yesterday Reiki Maheswara, now Kenneth Barata. Yes, even if they are cousins,"

"SERIOUSLY?"

I don't focus on hearing the conversation between the two of them anymore. I just pretended to be busy sucking my drink in silence.

"Aren't you the same Kenneth, Ra?" ask Anjas suddenly. It forced me to get back involved in discussing Kenneth with the two of them.

My lips that still bite the straw make me an excuse to just sniff my shoulders.

"So seriously, you're not exactly the same as Kenneth?" Abel demanded affirmation from me.

"No" I answered briefly.

"Can't you?"

"Yes can." I glanced at Mas Anjas who was looking at me, I don't know what thought. "I'm ordinary anyway. Not too good for the artist or who."

Mas Anjas now nodded. "Well, that's good. Rarely are there beautiful girls, young, like you, Ra. You're not excited when you see a handsome artist? howwow!"

"Can you do it, Ra?" Abel still doesn't believe it. "You're not terKenneth-Kenneth, are you?"

I'm shaking.

"You're barging?"

Hearing it makes me grin, "That's it."

Abel is laughing. "Our oppa tastes are the same."

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I don't care what they say. To be sure, I will try my best to work well, without feeling that I already have a special predicate because it is brought by the big boss of the company.

But as soon as I entered that room on the top floor, I did not find Om Damar at all.

"Where's Damar?" tanyaku. To whom? there was certainly a child just Om Damar who had strayed into the canteen of commoners, and was now sitting on the sofa.

"There's a handsome boy, why does it have to be his father, Ra?" the man got up from the sofa and immediately plunged into my arms. "Kangen ih .." he said spoiled.

I pushed his chest with all my might, because he was sticking like a leech. "Ken, move! It's in your Papa's office."

"Yes, you know," he said casually. "But I miss," he was about to poke at me again, but the impregnated me with my hand held back his head from hitting me again.

"No, no."

"Ma ..."

"What the hell, Ken? We met this morning, didn't we?!"

"Yes but I miss it again. Want to come eat with you earlier, but I was forced to fight that desire. I'm sure you'd be angry if I joined. Yeah, right?!"

"It's true."

"That's right," Kenneth sneered. "Fuck courtship if it does not appear in public" he grumbled. "Even though, one Indonesian will already know that you are my girlfriend."

Kenneth's words stunned me. That's right, at the party a few days ago, Kenneth announced that I was his girlfriend. But I've been working here for two days, no one asked me that question. Why yes? Was my face different at the party? well, I admit at the party I was dressed prettier by Alya.

"Moreover this in my Papaku company. Can we go out in public?"

I shook my head hard. "WILL NOT! What the hell, Ken? Why are you the same with me? If we do that, of course I will not have a face in front of other employees."

"Am I that embarrassing, Ra?" Kenneth was suddenly moody. "I'm an artist, but in front of you I'm a crisis of confidence, Ra."

I don't know why my lips even smile amusedly. The cute face of the guy looks like a little boy whining.

Seeing my smile just now, he walked back to the sofa earlier and collapsed there.

"Well, baper."

"Belgroff."

My feet moved slowly toward the guy, and stopped right behind the long sofa in his place "Where are you, Ken? He said I was called him?"

"Papa's meeting outside."

"By trus? Who called me?"

"Yes me. Damar Barata's son."

My reflex hit Kenneth's soft arm that was draped on the back of the sofa. "Don't fuss, Ken! I'm working, not messing around. I must also keep the trust of your Papa who has given me this work. I'm back at work."

"Eh wait–" Kenneth caught my hand. "Kiss before you go."

"Dreams."

"'And we're going out, Ra .." she said. He knows that I'm an unrelenting person. "Kiss a little yes, plis ..." her lips pressed with her cute.

"Can,"

"Yes!"

"But wear this," in my hand is already next to my five-cent heels, which I'm ready to point in front of his face.

Finally Kenneth let go of my hand and said with annoyance, "You are a pisan."

Without answering any more, I immediately turned my steps towards the door after putting my shoes back on.

"Ra .. I'm artist loh ...."

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sorry for typo