My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant

Pamite

The unease that pinched Naja's heart was expelled already after exchanging a voice with Puspita. Although a little disappointed because he could not speak directly with the father who according to the story Puspita was resting. Even when Naja said he could not go home immediately, Puspita managed to provide a solution that according to Naja reason it is the best. Given the words of Ibram who had said from the beginning not to play around with the work he had received, Naja chose to follow Pita's advice to see the development of Edi first before deciding to go home. To Puspita, Naja always expressed her heart and what happened to her. Better than having to make everyone worry about it.

Naja's mind rotated for a moment, in rhythm with the movements of his body that made a circle inside this limited room of cost. His right hand clenched and pounded his left palm quickly but did not hurt. The tiny, natural-colored lips muttered the verdict he had taken himself.

“I better finish the wedge with the Aerospace family, so when I come home later I have no explanation debt to them. Then ... affair with Mas Samuel and work quietly at T Corp.”

Just stopping, only the breath was still moving his chest. The face of the 23-year-old woman still implied unease. “I'd better go to Forrest City Villa's now ... while the big Mr and Mrs are still at home.”

Three afternoons and Naja had dressed up neatly even though simple, because to FCV takes a time that is not short. Deliberately not telling Jen, Naja immediately stepped again to the main road where the online taxi he booked almost arrived.

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Back to the residence Dirgantara–entah why– makes Naja's heart beat rhythmically as usual. Staring at the tall gate that was half open for him. As well as the low boisterous reception from the security guard who used to joke with Naja made her want to cry. I don't know.. It looks like something's going to happen to her this afternoon.

Refusing to be escorted, Naja chose to walk across this vast courtyard. The nuances of the forest that remind him of home are what makes him feel at home here. Something she will always miss someday.

Excel and Rega rush home when office hours are over. Think Excel, Mama must still be thinking about Jeje's departure. His presence can not replace Jeje but at least with other children, his mother will forget Jeje a little.

“Cel, that's Just right?” chirps Rega while continuing to drive a car and make sure that the girl who walks in the yard of this house is Naja. “kesambet feminine demon where is she .. kok use dress so? Where more and more kece seen from here.” Cerocos Rega as if to himself.

Excel raises the body because of curiosity in the person who moves his heart ... Excel biting lips. How could a single name possibly make him widen his eyes and find out?

“Barengin ah ...,” breaks up Rega regardless of Excel squinting. True Naja looks different wearing a knee-length navy dress and does not tie her hair whole. The brown hair seemed to blend in with the afternoon sunshine. Warm.

TIIN ...TTIIIWNN ...

Naja turned his head as the subtle sound of the car engine slowed down nearby. Rega's smile was perfect as the car's glass descended slowly.

“Bareng yuk .. later beautiful nguap exposed to sunlight loh ...,” seductive Rega while raising his eyebrows.

Naja smiled in response to Rega's words. If there is Rega meaning in there there is Excel. “aku aja Mas, anyway kangen with the atmosphere of this page.”

“Originally do not miss the same I am aja anyway ..,” Rega smiled widely. “I first then, I wait on the terrace ...,” Rega still want to tease Naja who is funny according to him. But a snap of Excel made it end the dreadlocks session this afternoon.

“Please Mas ...,” Naja bent down for a moment. Before returning to enjoy an afternoon without interruption.

Satisfied to linger through the courtyard, Naja arrived in front of the terrace with not too high steps where Rega was really waiting for him.

“Lewat here only,” pinta Rega hinted for Naja to enter through the front door. A little hesitant but Rega reassured.

“You want to get back to work here?” ask Rega when they are within listening distance.

“I want to meet Mr. Harris and Mrs Kira, Mas ..” replied Naja. Entering this house made him nervous. I don't know what makes you feel uncomfortable. There was an inexplicable ethereal gurat flowing in his heart.

“Truly want to leave Jen?” terka Rega's.

Naja smiled awkwardly, reluctant to explain the purpose of his arrival until he met the owner of the house later. Rega also seemed to understand. “Sit down first, I'll call uncle and aunt first ...”

It seems like the Artes knew of Naja's arrival so they immediately invaded Naja to the point of being overwhelmed by answering a series of questions from them.

“Naja ...,” greet Kira who is still beautiful at her age who almost touched the head of five.

The crowd was sidelined and silent, as if their voices were absorbed by the aura of the wise Mistress Harris. Women who were so admirable even in a single glance, they could feel a powerful aura emanating. Without waiting for them to disperse.

"Mrs ...." Naja bowed lower to this woman he deeply respected. Feel warm and comfortable even though their distance is too far stretched.

"Come ... Why are you overreacting? Sit ...."

Just smiling. Nervous until his hands sweat, no matter where his throat that was round the globe evaporated. So small in the presence of a woman who looks young. Naja sat down after Kira sat down gracefully.

"Mrs .. I came here to beg for a break, because .. because I have got another job," Naja folded her lips that could not speak stale. Missing is what to say to Jen's parents who have been thought out in sequence. Even he forgot to ask the news of the Dirgantara being treated in Singapore and also thanked.

Kira was surprised, but she did not show it. "Why Na? Is there a problem with Jen?"

Naja patterned, "Ti-no kok Madam, no problem .. ha-just sa-I don't want to trouble Jen anymore ...,"

"What the hell?" in his heart Naja slapped his stuttering and far-fetched mouth.

Kira smiled, "Alright, I understand and there's no problem as long as you and Jen have no disagreements, and you can't stop being friends with Jen. Understood?"

"Surely, Madam." Naja was so relieved when Kira didn't make things difficult for her.

"Meet Jen then .. she's in the room with Ranu." Kira stood up as if to take Naja step with her.

Naja nodded doubtfully, while raising his body slowly. Kira stepped first and Naja followed behind. Again his sweat flooded, the room with this cooler seemed unable to reduce the sultry that hit his body. Even Naja shook his hand slowly, his lips opened to scoop up as much air as possible. Like his lungs were empty.

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