My Boss Is My Ex - Boyfriend
Chapter 11's
In the morning Mesya left for work as usual, and today he drove his own car which had just been delivered by a workshop person. Mesya's appearance is not much different from the usual days, always beautiful and look relaxed despite using work clothes. After having a brief chat with Rini and Mona at the reception desk Mesya stepped into the elevator, there were some people also standing there waiting for the iron box to open. Mesya's friendly smile gave when there were some other employees who greeted him even though not too many who Mesya knew, but they knew him as a secretary of the big boss.
As soon as he arrived on the fifteenth floor, Mesya glanced at the brown door next to his room before then Mesya decided to enter and sit on the work chair. Remembering the boundary of his room and Radit's room only blocked by a slightly blurry glass, Mesya turned his head back, then sighed disappointed when he found the room empty. The figure who had always been secretly watching him was not in his great chair. Mesya stared at the watch on his wrist, already showing at eight o'clock. It was not usual for the man to arrive late like this.
Turning on his computer, Mesya began checking Radit's schedule today and working on some reports before he left it to Radit for signature. In the middle of his work, Mesya repeatedly glanced at the man's room which was still empty, glancing at the elevator was also no sign of the man's presence.
Sighing heavily, Mesya again glanced at the clock on her wrist already showing ten o'clock. After that Mesya took the phone that he put in the drawer and weighed to contact his boss, until the phone was unwittingly connected, and Radit's heavy voice sounded to surprise Mesya who changed his gaze.
“Halo Mesya, what's up to contact me?” ask the man when Mesya doesn't make a sound. Doubtful to answer finally Mesya broke the connection with one-sided, suddenly he was confused what to say to the man he contacted accidentally.
Mesya cursed his stupidity, banging his head on the table while continuing to swear at himself.
“What are you doing, Mesya?” asked the heavy voice from behind him to stop Mesya's stupid behavior. The woman stiffened and slowly turned her body turning her head to the origin of the voice. Radit stood there with a frown.
“Ah, eum it's okay Sir,” replied Mesya. Radit flicked his shoulders and turned around to step out of his secretary's room before a hand pulled the end of his suit, stopping Radit's steps.
“Why?” tanya flatly Radit turned to his secretary.
“Sorry,” great-grandson Mesya slowly with his head lowered. “Do not guarantee me again Dit, I can not!” this time Mesya shook his head slowly, looking up at the loyal Radit standing in front of him, still with his flat expression. “Gue realized that until now I still have that feeling for you. Sorry if all this time my attitude hurt you. But just so you know, Dit, I was also tormented, especially when you left. I'm not as good as you think, I'm just as tortured as you are. There is never a time that I miss thinking about you, even though I already have a fiancee. Sorry me, Dit.”
Radit was still in place, digesting what the woman said until a few seconds later Radit left without saying a word. Mesya's tears flowed more and more to see the man's departure, his heart ached and his chest tightened like a rubble. Once again Mesya was disappointed because Radit chose to leave after his confession and apology. Honestly this hurts, but as much as possible Mesya understood. Here is not only Radit who is wrong because in fact he was wrong because he had failed the man first.
***
Radit didn't know what to do when he heard Mesya's confession a few minutes ago. His heart warms, but his ego resists, Radit is soon made aware of the fact that the woman he still loves already has someone who has tied him up.
Repeatedly banging his head against the wall cursed himself, until a few minutes later he reopened the door of his room and came out, approaching Mesya who was still down with his back shaking, indicating that the woman was crying. Without saying anything Radit hugged the tiny body, let the girl cry in his arms, and let her lose to his feelings this time. Just like Mesya, Radit did not want to continue torturing his own heart. He was tortured pretending not to care.
As the embrace loosened, Mesya looked up at his face still soaked in tears, staring at the puzzled man standing looming in front of him whose hand was now moving rubbing against Mesya's cheek, wiping away the tears that were still flowing.
“Sorry,” is just that word coming out of Radit's mouth.
Mesya shook his head then re-embraced Radit's waist still in a sitting position, his tears again broke, even more so than before.
Without letting go of Mesya's embrace, Radit lowered his body to the same level as Mesya cupped the woman's pretty face and then floated a kiss in the eyes of Mesya's almond that he always liked.
“Do not cry anymore, I do not like,” Radit said a little whisper.
Mesya raised his head to hear the soft tone.The two corners slowly lifted to form a smile even though it was still accompanied by a small nod, the rest of his cries. The two looked at each other, locking their eyes, until Radit advanced his face and his lips landed on Mesya's soft lips. There was no other movement, their lips just stuck like that for a long time with eyes that were both closed as if they were permeating their feelings. Until finally Radit withdrew and stood upright which made Mesya had to look up to be able to see the handsome face of the man.
“Beach,” Radit links his little finger with Mesya's little finger punctuated by an adorning smile. Not far from what Mesya did.
***
Unceasingly the smile on Mesya's lips expanded until it made the three friends look in wonder and shudder in horror. Today Rena invites to eat in the company cafeteria, the beautiful woman who is always fashionable said to have to start flirting because it has entered an old date.
When the order came, the four ate occasionally in interspersed chatter and also laughed at the jokes that one of them gave. But in the midst of his fun laugh, Mesya's phone vibrates indicating there is a message coming in. Mesya quickly grabbed his phone before his three best friends peeked at the contents of the incoming message from Radit.
“Guys, I say yes, bye,” Mesya said as he got up from his seat and sauntered away before getting answers from his three friends. Making Rena, Mona and Rini look at each other, and pay attention to the carefree departure of Mesya, before then putting her shoulders indifferent.
Mesya knocked on the brown door several times and entered after a voice from within allowed.
“What's the call, Mr boss?” mesya asked so standing a few steps in front of Radit's desk.
“Emang can't?” radit asked while rising from his seat of greatness.
“Gue again eat origin you know! New also some bribes,” snorts Mesya is upset. Radit chuckled amusedly then pulled MEsya's waist and led her to sit on the sofa.
“Wait a minute, just now I have ordered food for us,” said Radit briefly peeling Mesya temple, making a beautiful face that only in the thin makeup polish was blushing.
A few minutes later the food Radit ordered online came, quite a lot and Mesya had widened his eyes also raised a protest at the handsome man beside him. But Radit did not respond at all, the man instead fed a piece of sushi into Mesya's mouth, making the woman's nagging stop because her mouth was full.
Pouting with annoyance, Mesya pinched Radit's waist many times until the owner grimaced with laughter and asked for forgiveness as it felt that Mesya's pinch was getting more painful.
This kind of familiarity that Radit had hoped for since his return. And now he is grateful because finally their relationship can improve after some time had experienced tension.
By half-six p.m., Mesya had tidied up his desk, stuffed personal items into a bag including a cell phone, then he grabbed the black handbag and brought some files that he had just finished repairing to Radit's room. Without knocking on the door as usual, Mesya entered and immediately walked up to Radit who was sitting in his big chair staring at the large window that displayed the view of tall buildings and the sky that began to blacken.
“Away home?” tanya Radit turned his chair to face Mesya who was storing the file he was carrying.
“Yes, you don't go home too?” back Mesya asked.
“My work is not finished. You picked up your fiancee again?”
Mesya. “Gue bring your own car, after all maybe Aldrich is busy.”
Nodding a few times before Radit finally asked again, “want you to wait a moment? I'll be back anterin.”
