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"Then we ate this box together. Let if there's poison we die together." Now he's smiling. It still looks just as charming. Anyway the curvature of her lips really contained magic in my eyes

Very familiar indeed. Never thought he could come up with such a crazy idea. A CEO of a large company offers to eat a box together with a nobody. Of course I shook my head. Like it or not like him personally, I still have to practice good ethics.

"Keep, how do you want it?" his weakness with an innocent face resembled a sulking child.

Geez where he hides his pride as a CEO if his behavior is like that. I didn't think it through. But it is precisely his absurd behavior that makes me unconsciously like to smile alone.

"I eat alone." I replied expensive selling.

Now he thrust out both boxes of food with both hands. There is a sweet smile that comes with it. I have no power to hold the wedge.

The box in his left hand. Just random. Bismillah, may this meal be good for me.

The worms in my stomach thrashed in excitement for a moment. I finished my food quickly. The box contains rice, grilled chicken, lalapan, sambal and tempe tofu ludes in the blink of an eye. Mineral water and oranges that exist directly ludes no remains.

While the man ate gracefully and structured. Maybe that's how people eat. The food was not finished when I had cleaned my lunchbox and went to the river to wash my hands.

"It's nice to see you eat. So slow." She smiled at me commenting on how I ate.

"Hunger." I said flat. I'm actually embarrassed to comment on that. I just realized that I always look greedy when eating in front of him. Surely he had a bad perception of how I ate the bar.

"If you are hungry, why did you leave without taking the lunch box?" He still smiles at my teasing.

"Not thinking."

"So how could you not think? What the hell do you think?"

Um, kepo's this guy too. I flicked my lips and cast my gaze towards the flowing water. Next time I won't eat fast in front of him. Maybe I should learn the rules of eating so as not to be considered greedy and bar bar.

"I didn't think of anything. People say I don't have a brain so can't think." I replied origin while throwing hard pebbles into the river to throw annoyance.

Plung, small ripples and splashes of water appear at the place where the gravel falls.

The man smiled broadly. Aih, the magical power from her smile came out again. My heart is leaking again. I hurriedly turned my gaze to the flowing stream so that the magical effect would not go too deep in my soul.

"Still angry with me?"

"No."

"But your cheeks are all red. It looks like a ripe tomato." he said with a triumphant chuckle.

Did ya? I looked deeper. It's no shame to be noticed until that detail. Did he know that the red clover was not out of anger, but annoyance mixed with shame.

The weak side of my soul is being stripped away. If there was a mirror, I'd like to see how my face looks. Does my cheek really look like a tomato?

"You're beautiful when you're angry" he praised with a smile that continued to expand.

What other seduction is this? My heart is getting harder to control. It was falling faster like a ghost was chasing.

I'm wearing my sunglasses. I put down my hat to cover my face. I don't want to look stupid and shy.

My mouth's locked. Doesn't want to say any more words even if the origin of the sound. My brain is hard to think normally. He is not a balanced interlocutor. I could go crazy. Moreover, this man never stopped smiling. His eyes did not look at me like a wolf watching every detail of the body of the prey he wanted to pounce on. Horrifically.

I was weak and realized I would definitely lose to all his charms.

He took my lunchbox and put our lunchbox together in one plastic skilfully. He neatly stored the plastic package containing the garbage near his seat. It turns out that one boss can also do trivial things without asking for help from assistants or others. I was in front of him. If he wants, he can tell me as he pleases. But he chose to do the little thing himself. Salutes.

For a moment we were silent to each other. I don't have an interesting topic to talk about. Many times I threw away annoyance by slapping pebbles and tree branches into the river. He was still watching what I was doing while smiling triumphantly. Does he know that I'm embarrassed and misbehaved.

I want to raise my hand and scream admit I've lost mentally. But my lips are locked. Pebbles and tree branches that became the impingement of my emotions. I throw as hard as I can. One stone was even thrown across the river a dozen meters away from where I was sitting. There is a huge emotional influence on the power of throwing pebbles. Under normal conditions it is impossible to throw me that far.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Want to continue that effort?"

"certain. Rare birds must be maintained in their natural habitat. I'm worried that the lack of forests will make the presence of endemic birds and beautiful in the Lolobata forest less and closer to extinction."

"Heem."

Suspend him? He should think of the sustainability of nature and the welfare of the people whose land is distributed for the benefit of his company.

"Until how long will you take care of the rare birds that will be released?"

"A lifetime doesn't matter. The environmental service staff offered me help taking care of Wake Wake or the male Halmahera Angel who needed to be rehabilitated and I agreed to."

Brother Bray mangosteen. Screaming with the tail of my eyes, the look in his eyes was still on me. Akh, it feels like a prisoner who has no independence to do something. You want to be afraid of being wrong. Want to be so afraid of triggering comments that plunged me into a deeper emotional abyss. Let me hold my gayak in my heart. Don't stick too hard to the surface.

"Are you going to agree too if there are more people who leave the care of the birds that are in trouble yet to be released into their habitat?"

"As long as I can, why not." I replied flatly. My lips quivered with difficulty against his charm.

Should I run away just leave him here? But it's not polite. He interviewed me well. I was wrong, too late in my own heart's play. I'm crazy every time I remember or get close to him. The problems in my soul must be self-treatment.

"I want to offer you cooperation."

"Cooperate for what?

"Forming the island's endemic bird conservation foundation. In our company in addition to post-mining rehabilitation funds there are also CSR funds set aside from company profits. The funds can be used for programs or activities empowering the surrounding community or nature conservation efforts."

Huh huh? Whatdoes thatmean? I've heard of it but I don't understand what CSR is. Does the company want to set aside some of its profits for community empowerment and nature preservation activities? Maybe I am very layman about the knowledge of modern corporate management. I think entrepreneurs are just brain money, money and money. Where might think about community empowerment and nature preservation.

Kak Gun, a social activist who became our teacher in the jungle school once told about the ugliness of the influence of the entry of modern industry in creating damage to custom, nature and the environment. Books and writings on the struggle of the community to demand justice on companies that damage the environment and custom some of it still I keep. That knowledge had influenced my thinking so far.

"By forming a foundation, we can reach out to CSR funds and public funds as long as the accountability is clear and accountable. We can make a much larger aviary, hire additional nurses, provide food, complete animal health facilities, and if possible develop it by breeding rare birds to avoid extinction."

Hmm, interesting idea. But isn't there a shrimp behind the rock on top of all this? I'm not used to receiving the kindness of others. There may be hidden intent behind this.

He waited long enough, but I didn't speak. My busyness remains the same, venting emotions by throwing stones and twigs. I don't know how many stones and twigs I threw until I had trouble finding other pebbles around me.

"How, Fifa?"

"I think about it." I replied diplomatically.

I need to decide in a normal state of mind and emotion. Not in such a heart condition. There's a lot of things I have to consider.

"What if I can't answer it now."

He seems to understand me and doesn't need an immediate decision.

"Don't you need my number?"

"Let me answer through Hisham's sister."

Though in the heart also want if given the number directly. Who the hell refused to be given the number one number in the only company operating in our region. I pretended to refuse. I hope he forces me to give him his number. But my trick didn't work.

"Direct chatting in the office can also prepare legality and work plan. Starting this month I'm full-time working from here."

I frowned without daring to ask why. Maybe he is currently more needed in this office than in Jakarta.

Usually the highest leadership is never on site. Business opportunities and management affairs at the head office are definitely more. The entertainment venue is also complete. Let's see as time goes on, whether people who are accustomed to living with luxury facilities in big cities will feel at home or not linger in office in a quiet forest area and minimal entertainment places. Want to take care of administration to the provincial capital alone takes about 5 hours by road. There are no malls, no cinemas, cafes, bars or luxury hangouts typical of city people as seen on television. Health facilities are also minimal. The hospital is very far away in the provincial city. It is also the only hospital type B or C. Anyway in terms of living facilities the difference is as far as the distance of the earth and sky.