My husband's a High School Boy

Episode 1's

Ala's POV

The alarm rang on the nightstand making me who was fast asleep wriggling slowly on the mattress because it was disturbed. I opened my eyes and blinked, then immediately got up to turn off the alarm that was still screaming.

With my position still sitting, I raised both hands up to stretch the muscles, the alarm that I set every day is at 5 am right. Usually I will wake up with the spirit of the morning as usual, but because last night I was overtime until only 3 hours left for me to sleep.

I flicked my black blanket as if I also wanted to pry and expel my laziness. Although still with my eyes closed I still wake up to the bathroom doing a routine that I always do before leaving for work that is washing my face and brushing my teeth before jogging around the complex and back at 6 o'clock perfect for a light breakfast. I'll leave at half 8 as usual after I've cleaned myself in the bathroom.

With the scent of my favorite vanilla perfume that I sprayed onto black office clothes. I got ready to go to the office, this time I wore a skirt under my knees because I was bored with the trousers I used to wear. And combined matching color blazer and a small scarf box motif that ties around the neck. The reason I wear scarf around my neck is just to cover my white neck which is sometimes middle-aged men who are business associates like to look at my neck with lust as if to strip. Hier. I shuddered in horror as I imagined their sight when I saw my neck.

Not to forget the glasses minus that I used to wear and the watch from Michael Kors is a fancy gold colored circular slick on the wrist. Although there is Ria the assistant, but looking at the clock is my habit. I don't really like 'ngaret' like +62 people do. On time is a word that is always written in the dictionary.

I walked out, opened the car door and sat my ass in the back seat. "Street, sir." Tell me to the driver named Andi who is focused on staring at his phone.

Mr. Andi immediately closed the flat screen object and put it in the pocket "Well, ma'am."

Mr. Andi has memorized my habit of choosing to leave 15 minutes earlier than he should. Just in case there is congestion or leaking tires for example. The point is I don't really like being late if there's nothing so important.

At exactly 07.45 WIB, my car arrived at the office. A well-built security guard came to my car and opened the door.

"Good morning, Miss Ala." Respectfully.

The girl he called with 'mother Ala' was me. "Good morning, Jun." I answered kindly.

I walked out of the car and headed towards the lobby. There are still not many people who pass by, because the office clock is 8 o'clock exactly. Some employees who saw me bowed and I just smiled kindly.

The 5th floor is my destination, the top floor is exclusively for the director floor. The elevator opened and took me to the 5th floor.

Still empty, I'm sure Ria hasn't come yet because he will come at 8 o'clock exactly. Before he gets married, he'll come in 15 minutes early like me. But he changed after marriage, well I do not mind if he came on time and the performance of the task is not neglected.

Stamped on the table was a long flat glass box with a fancy design imprinted nicely my full name. 'Alamanda Hiromi' Yes that's my name, serving as the chief director of the father's subsidiary company. Although I was only 29 years old, my record of being a director was not just because I was a father. But the perseverance and genius that his father had inherited for me, was able to make me take good care of this small company.

The sound of knocking on the door made me focus on the worksheet looking up at the door. Ria, has come and is standing in the doorway. "Good morning, Miss Ala." His greeting was friendly as he walked closer towards me.

"Ih, Apaan anyway. Just a regular time." I'm upset. Ria was my friend during High School who I offered to work as an assistant when I met her in Bandung. He worked for me for 4 years.

I took Ria's offer. "Emm, can. Aja anget tea, again bosen same coffee."

"Good, boss." He said with his palms raised on his forehead like he was being respectful.

I just smiled with my head. Although he often jokes but the quality of his work is so good that I still maintain it.

Ria again brought a cup of warm tea brought with a tray. "Oh yes, boss. Yesterday afternoon there was a wedding invitation that came from the University Alumni xx."

My forehead shrinks. "Who and when?"

"It." Ria thrust out a box containing a luxurious towel inscribed with the name of the bride and her wedding date.

After reading the invitation, Ala sighed and threw her body in the chair.

"Well, why are people frustrated? Invitation from the ex?" Temptation Ria.

"Hush, never had a date. I was just confused, actually coming to this invitation was my chance to meet with other business people. But the problem with who? I may not have come by myself. What's with you?" Ask Ala. The bride who married is Ina a good friend during her college first. Ina's father was also a businessman.

"Ih, don't dong boss! What if we thought we were a lesbian couple? Not at the office not at the outside event always both." Answer with disgust.

His face that displayed a look of disdain made me chuckle amusedly. "Yes really, too. Who am I dong? Cook alone again?"

"Aren't you used to go to your own wedding?"

"That's if it's just a business partner's wedding, then this is a college friend. I will meet other college friends and be asked 'Who are you here?' 'Don't have a candidate yet?' 'Wasn't marriage?' another blah blah blah that makes pleasantries." My answer is long.

"Rubber! That's why marriage dong! Let's not be asked, not uncomfortable?"

"What is marriage easy? It's time for a meeting!" I avoided Ria's question.

All my life I have never thought of going out, because for me the courtship activity is a waste of time and thought.

My ambition to pursue the business field like my father is paramount. Therefore, even though the age of 29 years has never been in my mind to get married. Although many relatives under my age are married and have children after my age is still young. And the average age of human death is 60-70 and some even reach 100 years, so I still feel my journey is still long.