My Fierce Boss's

Sulking

After traveling for hours, Dena and Fairel finally arrived at Soekarno-Hatta international airport. The two are waiting for the invitation of Mr. Haryo, the driver at the Dena residence. For the time being, they were asked to stay at Dena's residence before the woman lived apart with her current husband.

Once the invitation has arrived, the two immediately put their belongings into the trunk, then after neat both of them went straight into the car.

On the way home, Dena had opened her laptop which she had not opened for a few days. The woman deliberately brought a laptop for work as long as she did not enter the office. Fortunately, as long as Dena and her family are not in Jakarta, her father has told people to look after his company.

"There are so many incoming emails" said Fairel.

Dena nodded her head. "Yes, here are some emails from employees as well as clients."

"You've already got a candidate for secretary if I'd been self-gundurin?" fairel asked immediately made Dena turn her head towards him with both eyes narrowed.

"So fast?" search Dena.

"Not that." now Fairel's gone awry.

"I'm a voter. In the past, just as Adel ngundurin himself he was difficult to find new employees. And meet you, because I've been tired of seeing candidates who are sad, so I accept you with several reasons." said Dena at length.

"That's it?" muttered Fairel got a nod of the head by his wife. "Pas first met you like a heavy shock."

"It's not a big shock anymore. At that time, I almost wanted to fire you, but instead Adel's diomelin."

"The first bag pretended to be completely indifferent." said Fairel, leaning his back against the back of the chair.

"Well, people I'm shocked. Try to understand what I am feeling. You must be so embarrassed. Especially once rejected. It feels like it's how it is."

"I also know there are a few reasons. Anyway, I used to think it was just a monkey love that is usually felt by other teenagers. After all these years I've only realized."

"Law, guys are never sensitive." Dena shrugged her shoulders up while opening one by one the incoming emails.

Hearing that suddenly made Fairel sit firmly while tilting her body slightly to face the woman.

"Who said I wasn't sensitive? What is the evidence now?"

"Yes, it's because of being caught with Papa and Mommy. If not mah, maybe the 2-year condition for you is still valid."

"You said there was a reason you gave me those conditions. If you can tell, what's the reason?" ask Fairel.

Dena turned her eyes to look at the husband. A second later the woman replied with a piggy bank. "I don't have any special conditions. Just want to see your sincerity, uh I know it even happened."

"Seriously?" Fairel was slightly surprised by the reason that Dena gave. The man thought there was a special reason behind the 2-year condition.

"Yes." replied Dena without burden.

"Do you really only have that excuse?" reloading Fairel still can't believe it.

"Yes, Hubby. Why the hell?"

A moment Fairel a little mlenyot as soon as his wife called him hubby. But, Fairel must not be destroyed!

"Fix, you're ready to give me punishment! Thought what the hell to say so heavy with that excuse!" omel Fairel's.

"Lahhh???" Dena was only able to lift both of her shoulders upwards. Even the woman did not heed the threat of her husband.

"Trus ya, what reason do you want to be ngundurin self-deposit?" ask Dena.

"There's no particular reason." Fairel replied sulking. He leaned back in the back with his eyes fixed on the car window.

"Geez!" the woman could only cluck in surprise at the behavior of her husband.

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"Put it in front, sir." message Dena as soon as the car they're riding in is parked in her yard.

"Well, Non." replied Mr. Haryo then took down the belongings of Dena and Fairel and put them right in front of the main door.

"Come, Rail." take Dena to her husband who seems silent since their conversation in the car.

Without answering a word, the man got out of the car through a different door. Dena's forehead had shriveled to see her husband's strange behavior.

The two walked towards the door that had already opened first from within. Both of Dena's parents came out to welcome the arrival of her son and daughter-in-law.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Let's go in!" invite Cahya to come in.

"Where's it, Bun?" dena asked in wonder because she did not see her sisters welcome her arrival.

"It's been in the nap hour, so, they've been sleeping in the room."

"Owh..." Dena just nodded.

"Papa and Mommy how are you?" fairel asked just opened the sound.

"Good God."

"Mother doesn't have to ask you. You look very happy." said Cahya a little laugh.

"Mother mahh.." whining Dena made Papa's laughter come out just like that.

"What are your victories? Especially the Goddess, aren't you going home?" ask Wira.

Dena shook her head. "They want to take time off, he said."

"Good indeed. You guys? Don't take a vacation, too? Going on vacation or a honeymoon?" sahut Cahya suggested.

Dena did not answer directly, but directly looked at her husband.

"I don't think so, Bun. You see, I've been taking a long time off, afraid that the office no one takes care of."

"Well, as comfortable as you are. If you want a vacation later say, let Papa take care of all your needs."

"Well, right, Mas?" Cahya looked at her husband.

Hero nodded. "Rul?" call the man to his son-in-law.

"Yes, Pa?" fairel replied it felt very strange as soon as he called Papa.

"You why? How was he quiet?" ask the hero a little curious.

"It's okay, Pa. Maybe the effect of jet lag, so Arel was a little tired." said Fairel.

"Owh, yes, I have. You just go into Dena's room, it's been cleaned before you get here." said Wira a little astonished.

"If so, Arel went upstairs first, Pa, Bun."

"Yes, yes, please."

"I went to the room first." said Fairel to his wife and immediately moved from his place. Not to forget the man brought his suitcase and his wife's.

Dena stared silently at her husband's departure.

"What are you, your husband? Is it sour back home?" the question was thrown from the mouth of his mother, Cahya.

"It was in the car" Dena replied honestly.

"Cock was abandoned anyway? There persuade." said the Mother.

Dena nodded her head.

"When I sulk you're not persuading me anyway?" protest of the Hero to his wife.

"Even if I persuade you, how can I go back?" tell the man.

"depends."

"What?"

"Depends on my mood. If it's good, I won't persuade you, if you're the most abandoned."

Hearing a small debate from her parents made Dena could only shake her head. The woman immediately went to her room to follow her husband.

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