My Boss Is My Ex - Boyfriend

Chapter 6's

Mesya grumbled frantically while in the middle of the traffic jam this morning. The clock has shown at seven past thirty-five minutes while last night, Marisa has contacted him to come early because there will be the introduction of a new CEO. For two months Mesya worked in the company Aditama group new this time he was late to come at an important time like this.

A shadowy new CEO makes Mesya worried about his job which could be stopped by the new boss. Though Mesya himself does not know directly his old boss because the boss is rarely in the office as well as Marisa who often goes wherever her boss goes, accompany the boss from one place to another. Making Mesya imagine that maybe someday he will be like that. Follows wherever the boss goes. Not happy with that but Mesya increasingly wary, especially soon Marisa will be on leave from her job, considering her pregnancy is growing.

Sometimes Mesya felt sorry for the beautiful woman who was pregnant, afraid at any time to be in the meeting room Marisa screamed to give birth in the midst of her tension about work. And now Mesya understands why a secretary also needs assistance, because indeed the secretarial work not only accompanies the boss of the meeting, but also prepares all the needs to be discussed later, set a schedule that often collides or is suddenly canceled. All of that is not easy.

Now Mesya accepted his work gladly and learned more about how to become a secretary, because it was possible that at any time Marisa gave birth and that she would take her leave.

Eight o'clock past fifteen minutes Mesya had just arrived at the fifteen-storey building where he collected rupiah coffers. Mesya quickly ran towards the elevator which would soon be closed. And he was finally able to sigh in relief at this moment. There were only a few people in this rectangular iron box. Reflecting on the elevator wall, the beautiful girl who is now wearing a dark blue peplum dress improves her slightly disheveled appearance. His hair is deliberately outlined he comb using the fingers of each hand, there is also a entrance into the elevator that he just left.

Helaan was disappointed Mesya let out because it turned out that the introduction was done even though he had not had time to know the new boss. Marisa comes over and nudges the arm of Mesya resuscitating the girl.

“You just came?” marisa asked who was answered a listless nod by Mesya. “I told you it was coming pagian,”

“Yes, sorry Ma'am, I woke up bad luck where the streets are jammed, so yes late,” regretted Mesya.

“Yes, let's go up, I'm afraid the boss needs something and we're not there, which he nagged. You see, he seems fierce, the introduction time was also very cold and firm as well. Oh yes, the name of our new boss Raditya Aditama Wiguna, be careful not to forget. He's the boss's son who was previously.” Mesya just nodded despite not fully listening, because he was too focused on his mind about whether or not he was working with a fierce boss.

Mesya put his handbag under the table, turned on the computer and began to arrange anything that today he must rearrange for the boss meeting.

“Sya, can you please make coffee for the boss no, later you all love into yes,” said Marisa asking for help.

“Loh-loh Mbak, why should I bring it in, usually also the same Mbak?” panic is also afraid now Mesya feels, because honestly he is not ready if he has to face the boss directly.

“Starting today is your duty, and the meetings later you will join. Your job is done and will be on leave soon. So, while I'm still here I'll help you.”

“Ma-intent Mbak?”

“Start today you become our new boss secretary.” Obviously Marisa. Mesya's almond eyes are perfectly rounded.

“Stop, Yes! Better now you make coffee, remember not to use too much sugar.” Quickly Marisa spoke firmly before her coworker returned to protest.

Upon his return from the pantry Mesya drew and then exhaled several times to reduce the pounding of his heart which suddenly beat fast. After knocking on the door and the inside telling him to come in, Mesya grabbed the lever and opened the brown door slowly.

“Excuse me sir, this is me delivering coffee Mr.,” Mesya said as he put a cup containing coffee on the boss's work table is wide and sturdy.

“OK thank you, you can kemba-Syasa?”

“Radit?”

The two people who call each other are fixated in their respective places, between disbelief, happiness, sadness and the longing they both feel. A few minutes staring at each other finally Mesya first cut off the contact, bowing his head as before.

“Sorry sir, I say back to the room,” Mesya said formally. Leaving for the door was about to get out before the sound of the male bus in front of him stopped his steps.

“Sya, can we talk to you for a minute?” pinta Radit pleaded. Mesya glanced at the man's bead before lowering his gaze again.

“Sorry sir, my work is a lot, as well as your work. Excuse me sir, I have to get back to work.”

Quickly Mesya came out and closed the door of the boss' room. Walking towards her desk past Marisa who was staring in confusion.

“Why are you, Sya?” ask Marisa who wants to know with the strangeness of her coworkers when returning from the boss room.

Mesya shook his head, “gak kok Mbak.”

Nodding her head slowly, Marisa gets busy with her work.

Luckily today there is no meeting that requires Mesya to join the meeting because honestly for now he is still too surprised to know that the man from his past is the boss. The figure that for four years did not also act from memory as well as his heart was now even back when the heart had just been arranged with a new one.

At lunchtime, Mesya gets an order from Marisa to buy Radit food, initially wanting to avoid even making him trapped as he is today. Mesya can not refuse because this also belongs to his work, but when he knows that Radit who became his boss somehow Mesya so heavy with this work.

A package of lunch not to forget also with coffee is now in the hands of Mesya. Biting the last piece of kebab he had bought while waiting for Radit's order made Mesya throw the package in the trash can before finally entering the elevator that will return to deliver it to the boss' room.

Mesya put the white bags he carried on the table, then took them out one by one and arranged them on the guest table. Along with the exit of Radit from the toilet all lunch is ready Mesya put down.

“Lunch is ready, sir, please.” Mesya wanted to rise and retreat but Radit this time was faster to hold back the woman he missed.

“Meet me eat yes, Sya?” radit pinta.

“Ta-”

“Please Yes, you know ‘kan I can not eat alone?”

Sighing resignedly finally Mesya nodded and sat on the sofa next to Radit who was now developing his smile. A smile that has not changed since four years ago, a sweet smile that even today is able to make a Mesya fascinated.

Radit's body which is now more contained and certainly more handsome since four years ago makes Mesya a little pangling. Hair that used to be always left disheveled is now neatly combed with additional pomade. Clothes that are usually plain shirts and jeans are now turned into shirts, suits and pants material, sports shoes have now been replaced with leather shoes with shiny colors that are very obviously expensive.

The success of a Radit has been very real, at the age of just twenty-three years he has become the CEO of a large company and of course Mesya is proud to see it. But there is sadness and tightness that Mesya feels from all these changes and achievements of Radit. Because of their relationship that was sacrificed.

“Lo how long has it been working here?” tanya Radit opened the conversation.

“Two months.” The handsome man nodded in understanding.

“But really, Papa never said that you work here?”

“Gue just do not know if this is a bokap lo company, I have never met him.” Mesya.

While enjoying the food, Radit secretly watched Mesya from the face that has now made up to the look that now looks more mature and more beautiful. Radit never thought that he would meet Mesya, his first love.

Since returning home from the playground that day Radit really no longer meets this beautiful girl, all the accidental contact Radit blocks for not wanting her departure to feel heavy. He just wants to focus on his education in order to quickly return. Three years and a half Radit successfully completed his S1. But only yesterday he returned to his homeland and was lucky to be able to directly meet with Mesya even the woman who became his secretary now. The happiness that Radit had not felt for a long time now warmed his heart again.

“How are you, Sya?”

“As you can see, I'm fine aja.” Answer Mesya briefly. Radit nodded his head slowly.

“Why did you not send me away?” the question Radit gave stopped Mesya who was just about to feed food into his mouth. “But I was waiting for you at the time, Sya. Wait for a farewell hug or even if just a word,” said Radit smiled thinly. His gaze could not be separated from the beautiful face of Mesya. There was disappointment, regret and also longing that Mesya caught from the man's gaze.

“Sya-”

“Sorry sir lunch hour is done, I filler back to the room. Thanks for lunch.”

Radit let out a disappointed sigh as soon as his call ignored Mesya, while Mesya himself quickly sat down at his desk, his face paled and his mind wandered out of nowhere. There is sadness and joy at Radit's return, and only this time Mesya realizes that his feelings for the man have not completely disappeared. Everything still controls the heart and mind. And what he had been displaying was only a mask, a mask that managed to deceive everyone including himself.

“Why are you back, Dit, why did you destroy my efforts to move on?” lirih Mesya.