Loving You Secretly

My boss

I glanced at his face. At least there is no friendly impression, much different from Mr. Geri, my former boss who just resigned. Indeed, Mr. Geri is a bit stingy, but rather than having to deal with this jutek face.

I took a long breath. On my first day of work I was half-dead. Bayangin try, just a matter of asking to make coffee should I. I am his secretary, but not his private secretary. He has every right to me.

It used to be that Mr. Geri would ask OB to make coffee or this is what concerns his personal needs. Other if the office business, I also do not dare to refuse if he asks.



If this one, I have to do anything. It looks like a baby. But on the other hand, I have no courage to refuse or protest. His face was already half dead, if I protest, maybe tomorrow I stopped with disrespect. Baduuuh, a big dilemma.

The phone's voice rang loudly. Half a shock I reached the phone algae slowly.

“To my room for a moment,” I haven't had time to answer, the phone is closed. Suddenly my body felt weak.

I was afraid to knock on the door of his room. I was a little surprised when I saw the room. All furniture positions have changed. Positioning sofas, bookshelves, desks, computers, everything. Maybe he's calling me not to help break the room.

“This photocopier, two double yes,” before I get to his desk, he already raised a stack of files high up. O ye forget, his name is Sebastian Nugraha, his call does not know. Maybe Mr. Bastian, or Mr. Nugraha, likes to call me only once.

I took a stack of files from his hand. Without daring to look at him, I rushed out.

My breath feels tight. What kind of boss is this. He is the son of the company's largest shareholder.

—

“Who is your name?” Why the hell this one creature continues to menggejengkelin. How many weeks have I been his subordinate, how many hundred times has he ordered this. My name doesn't know.

“Fara, pak” My answer is short

“Iya, Fara you come with me to meet clients at one time,” He said.

Tumben I was included, usually my job is just taking care of things that are not important. I nodded and did not dare to look into his eyes. He passed by and entered his room.

“You were invited by Mr Bastian? Delicious dong,” Cerocos Ami.

“Not what,”

“Yesterday after eating, I got paid. Very good sir Bastian tuh,” Celotehnya.

“If I am anyway, still better Mr. Geri,”

“That's because Pak Geri has a crush on you,”

“Hush, haphazardly! If heard by his wife, can hang me,”

“Udah ready you?” Suddenly, Bastian appeared from his room. Alamaaak!

“Says one hour, sir,” Reply confused. It's still eleven o'clock.

“We have to wait for clients,” The validity is short. What does this mean Jakarta? Which takes hours for a distance that's just an inch. I hurriedly followed her steps towards the parking lot. Fuck me today!



“Neither driver, sir?” I asked to vent.

“No need, over time wait for them,” Sahutnya.

Bego is really my boss on this one. He's the boss, he's the one who's getting married. Keep taking me again. Still good if people think I'm the boss, what if people think I'm dating om-om again. Oh…!!!

“I call them now yes, sir,” I said while busy looking for the name of my office driver on mobile. Instead of listening, he immediately drove his car.

“I want to eat first,” What?! I said? He thought he was hungry. I also fainted hungry. He stopped his car at a ready-to-eat restaurant. I want to go quickly.

“You want to eat where it is up to. But half an hour should be here,” he said. He got out of the car, I rushed out too.

The dongkolnya has arrived in the ubun-ubun. Never once have I been treated kaya’ gini. What's wrong with making sure I eat together, too. If he doesn't pay, I have money.

I press my head, stress on the boss kaya’ that. I didn't eat and waited for him in the parking lot. Want to eat anywhere, on the left right where there are other places to eat. I eat with him too. Kaya’nya I have to think to resign.

Fifteen minutes he showed up. My feet have been standing waiting for me. Without further ado, he got into his car.

I swear, I'm so lemes. Today, I hope nothing is strange anymore.

It's the longest client I've ever had. Fortunately, the client was good and knew himself, from earlier I was treated to a fairly snack that could prop up my stomach. He was offered dinner again, he said as an early sign of our company's cooperation.

Well, now all I have to worry about is how I got home. It's been a really good night and I'm not sure of his rich nature’ so Mr. Bastian wants to tell me to go home.

“You picked up your girlfriend right?” Ask after a long time of silence.

“Eh, no sir. I took a taxi home,” I replied. He's just a-oh. That's aja.

I asked to be stopped in the middle of the road. And amazingly, he wants to. Arrrggghhh. Tomorrow rich’nya I have to start looking for new jobs.

—

Since Mr. Bastian became my boss, I had to arrive half an hour earlier than usual. He is a person of great discipline, chatty when dealing with his men whose work is not flawed. Eh but not also, I'm the one who works well (in my opinion anyway), really the same as he remains a diomelinnya.

My office was still quiet when I came. Mr. Bastian aja kaya’nya not yet come. He is usually the first to arrive. Fufufu.

I turned on my computer and put my bag on the table. Another red rose. Yes, again! A red rose with sweetness was in my desk drawer. It's been the last week every morning, in my desk drawer there must be a fresh red rose.

There was no writing, just a rose. I spread my eyes around. The atmosphere was still quiet, there was no one. And I'm sure, I'm the first employee to come. It's been outrageous, sending roses a week in a row.

“Pa... morning, sir,” Half stuttered I said hello time suddenly sir Bastian passed me. He just nodded and then went into his room.

I opened my desk drawer again and noticed the rose. This time my office friend works anyway. Who is less work kaya’ gini. On this second floor, most girls, if there are even men do not enter the criteria of people who will send roses secretly kaya’ gini. Ahhh. bodo ah! Now I rush to make coffee, Mr. Bastian first. Soon she'll have to ask to make this.

“Wait a minute,” Mr. Bastian held me down when I delivered coffee to his room.

“What's up, sir?”

“You helped me find the data of the company Karya Jaya wants to sponsor us for the exhibition next month,” He stopped talking, looked at me for a while then his gaze returned to the computer again.

“Try searching on that bookshelf. If not wrong yesterday I keep it there,” He said again. I just nodded.

Half an hour unpacking his bookshelf using high heels is not something fun. And that added to make the boss feel good about coffee while listening to mp3.

“Udah meet, sir,” I said as I handed him the thick map he was looking for.

“Yes, you work there again!” Dismissed. Arrrggh wants me to scratch his face.

—

Today is a little different. I thought there would be another red rose in my desk drawer. It turned out that today dozens of red roses were scattering out of my drawer. Eh not all red, there is one white rose that looks striking, tied white ribbon and taped a piece of paper.

~ And choose white between red.

Because the white is you. ~.

I gawk. What a surprise is this. I rushed dozens of red roses into the empty box, before Mr. Bastian came and saw how ‘romantis’nya secretary today. The remaining white rose I put in my bag.

All day long I didn't give a thought to who was behind the roses. Is it possible Reldi? Heard he used to have a crush on me. But it is impossible, the geeky is the same papasan I just immediately run away. Or Wiro, the marketing boy. I actually had a crush on him. More unlikely, this time I have a crush, not him.

“Fara, come with me out for a while,” Arrive sir Bastian is already in front of my desk. Shocked, all my daydreams are gone.

“There was a meeting, sir?” Ask pleasantries. He didn't answer, but he walked off my desk. I followed him from behind. My boss never compromises, always in a hurry.

“We ate first yes,” He said time in the car. I digest the words he says. We, that means me and him. I looked at him in disbelief. At the time he wanted to invite me to eat together.

“Buruan,” He said when he saw me I was just standing in front of the restaurant door.

“I'm coming too huh, sir?” Many doubt.

“It is, stupid really you,” Sahutannya. Again, I think he's stupid.

I ate slowly while silently watching Bastian sir who was in front of me. He did not care at all the same around and continued to eat with greed.

Just this time I dared to look him in the face for a long time. This boss of mine is cool, everyone who knows for sure agrees. If it's handsome, not really. Just what yes, authoritative maybe yes. That's what makes people shy about him.

If I'm concerned it might be under 40. No one knows for sure his personal life, Mr. Bastian is very mysterious. Some say Mr. Bastian is a widower, some say again split with his wife but not divorced. Uppss why I'm so nosy gini.

If I can be honest, what made Mr. Bastian very minus in my eyes is his hobby that dictates as he pleases. The rest he's cool, authoritative, clever, disciplined, even cool.

“Udah eat it?” Ask.

“Udah, sir,” My answer is in shock. Yee, get rid of all my daydreams.

There was nothing we talked about in the car. As always, Mr. Bastian is busy with calls from his clients. Not good today, have been invited to eat together.

Mr. Bastian turned his car around in a housing complex. In my heart confused as well, actually what kind of client would you like to meet?

The atmosphere looks crowded. The little kids were chasing each other and screaming. This is kaya’ again there is a garden party. I turned to Mr. Bastian, but he was silent, not clear about the client we wanted to meet.

“Come down,” Take it. I looked at him again, but his expression did not change.

This home page is huge. Around it are many shady trees. The little kids were so noisy. Some approached and pulled Bastian's hand. It turns out that cool kaya’ face is liked by young children as well.

“Wuaaaah, Tian came too,” A mother making up menor approached us. Is this the client?

“Whose name?” Ask the mother.

“I Fara, sekre..,”

“We went inside first yes, auntie,” Mr. Bastian cut my talk and pulled my hand following him. I saw my hand held by it.

Finally, Mr. Bastian took off his hand and approached a mother with an ayu face.

“Happy birthday, ma,” He said while hugging the mother.

Ma?! What mother? So this is his mom's birthday party? What is my business here?!

“Come, son,” Call the mother. I looked to my left right. There is no one but me.

“This is what I want to know to mama,” Not yet I introduce myself, Mr. Bastian sok-sokan recognize me to his mother.

“Fara, auntie,” I said as I shook her hand. The mother clasped my hand tightly while smiling kindly.

“Tian's candidate huh? Kok just brought now anyway,” Some mothers swarm me. I'm in the fog.

I'm woken. Whahuh? A candidate? I looked at Mr. Bastian for clarity, but he turned his face away.

This is really outrageous. So I brought him in just to show off if he had a girlfriend in front of his family. It really lows me.

“Tante, sorry yes, excuse me first. Want to go back,” Pamitku. I hurriedly left them with anger that I could not reveal.

“Fara...!!!” Samar heard Bastian's man screaming. I keep walking out of this house.

“Fara, wait a minute!” Mr. Bastian blocked my arm.

“I want to go home, sir,” I said while holding back emotions.

“Listen to my explanation first,”

“Ngejelasin what, sir? Nothing to explain,” Mr. Bastian was silent, long he looked at me with a troubled face. I was uncomfortable and it went wrong.

“Yes, let's go home,” He said at last.

All the way we were silent. Usually also rich’ that is. But this time it felt different, there was bad air that I felt. Why do I feel guilty?

Mr. Bastian dropped me off at the office, then he left again. I felt bad, as if I had ruined her mother's birthday. Maybe I should apologize later.

My phone sounded slow, there was a text coming in. From Bastian sir?!

Forgive me, please…

PS: I think I fell in love with the ‘white’…