My Idamannical Boss

Soap Box

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Sid and Kiran get out of a cafe in the XX area. Satisfactory meeting, makes Sid flatter Kiran.

"Thank you, Kiran. Your work today is very satisfying." Sid said, praising but his face remained flat.

"Together, sir."

"You can go overtime today? There's a lot of work, I think you can help me!"

"Sure, sir." Obey Kiran.

The next night, after the work was done, Kiran intended to go home. But stopped when he saw Sid standing on the side of the road.

"Sir, you haven't come home yet?" Ask Kiran.

"I'm going home, take a cab."

"Mother didn't bring a car?" Kiran asked in surprise, because Sid had arrived with a car.

"I had the driver deliver the file to Maya's company. Don't ask too many questions!"

"Sorry, sir." Sid rolled his eyes lazily, hearing Kiran's apology.

"Sir, the taxi is nothing like it. What if I drop you off with my car?" Tawar Kiran's.

"Are you carrying a car?"

Kiran nodded. "Yes, sir."

"okay." Sid replied while glancing at his watch.

"You said you brought a car?" Sid rolled his eyeballs. Exploring every corner of Kiran's tiny car.

"Yes, sir. It's my car." Kiran answered proudly.

"It's not a car!" Sid hissing.

Kiran. "Sorry, sir?"

"It's a soap box! Can it go or not?"

On the fifth attempt, Kiran's car lit up. Calmly, Kiran drove the car.

"My house is in Complex XX." Said Sid.

"I know, sir. What block?"

"Blocks M."

"Sorry sir, I don't know the way."

"Later I'll show it. But can it go faster?" Sid examines Kiran who is driving.

"It's max speed, sir." Kiran averted her eyes, not daring to look at Sid.

"This is the maximum speed? Jesus, Kiran!" Sid leaned over, peeking at the number that the speedometer needle pointed at.

"Fourty miles per hour? I told you it's a soap box, not a car!"

"Sorry sir, please understand that this car is old." Kiran grimaced.

"Not just old, but old! You better put it in a museum or a junkman!"

"But this car is very valuable, sir. He's been with me since first grade."

"Kirana, I'm serious! You need a new car!"

"I don't think it's necessary, sir. I'm still happy with this car."

"It's so hot. Don't tell me if this car's AC isn't working?!" Sid held his breath, like waiting for the championship winner's announcement.

"Sorry, sir. The AC of this car is indeed being damaged, I have not had time to bring it to the workshop." Kiran flicked her straight hair with a bite.

Sid threw his body into the backrest of the seat with an annoyed face. "If you still want to work, buy a new car! I don't want you to be late for work because of this soap box that might break down!"

"This car breaks down a lot, sir. But just calm down. I'm definitely not gonna be late."

"Is all your stuff old too?"

"No sir." Kiran was a little irritated by the man beside her.

"Thank God!" Sid shook his head.

Kiran did not answer. No one else spoke, until they finally arrived before the gates of the compound.

When the car stops, Kiran takes a moment to look at Sid's house. Minimalist style house, three-story. The wall paint is blue, clean and well maintained. In the yard of his house planted a variety of flowers, but more are roses and jasmine.

"Wow. The flowers are so beautiful. My mother also loved flower plants." Kiran. "Who planted it, sir?"

Sid glanced at Kiran at a glance, before taking in the various flowers in his courtyard.

"I planted it."

"Oh yeah? How could? I'm..."

"Can't believe? Didn't they? You don't believe that people who don't have hearts and feelings like me like to plant flowers?" Sid turned his head back, looking at Kiran deeply.

"Ah, how can you talk like that, sir?" Kiran turned in shock.

"My ears were still quite sensitive, when listening to all your swearing at me in the toilet at that time!" Answer Sid coldly.

"Sorry, sir. I didn't mean it that way." Kiran stuttered.

"Your sorry package isn't finished yet? Or did you just buy it?"

There's plenty of supplies!

"Your house looks so deserted, sir." Kiran muttered trying to divert the conversation.

"You ask a lot, don't you? You want to propose to me? You keep asking!" Sid fixed the tie.

"No, sir. Where could it happen." Kiran chuckled amusedly. However, I don't know why his heart said otherwise.

"Here you go, go home now!" Sid opened the car door. "Thank you for delivering me."

"Together, Mr. Siddharth." Kiran replied, still with eyes looking around Sid's house.

"What's? What did you call me?"

"Sir Siddharth." Repeat Kiran.

"Everyone calls me Sid!"

"Oh, ma..."

"Don't apologize! How many times do I have to say? I don't like people who apologize very often. It's just cowardly people!" Sid's voice is rising. Kiran drags in her chair, not expecting Sid's anger to explode because of that piece of apology.

"Sorry." Kiran finally managed to pick that word. "If you prefer to be called Sid, then I will always remember it. My tongue may have been unintentional." Kiran rolled her eyes confused. Again he was faced with the oddity of the figure of a handsome man beside him. Mistakes in naming names can trigger his temperament.

"I don't like being called Siddharth, only one person calls me that." Sid stepped out of the car. His voice sounded more and more faint, carried away by the wind. But Kiran's ears could still catch that sentence clearly.

Sir, what exactly is going on in your life? Why do I feel like there's such a big, big thing behind it all? Even I get curious about you, every time you talk about a woman that was, I don't like her in some way.

Kiran lowered her car glass, Sid lowered his head. "Sir, you will surely be angry to hear my words. But I don't care, I just want to apologise sincerely from my heart. I'm sorry if I remind you, maybe something you've been trying to forget. I promise I won't repeat it again."

Sid returned Kiran's gaze. In silence, his heart warmed. He shrugged his shoulders. Put both hands in her pants pocket.

"Including not to indulge in the word 'sorry'?"

Kiran nodded. "I'm sorry, sir."

Kiran waved her hand, trying to be warm and friendly. Sid simply nodded his head concisely, then stepped into the door of his house. There was absolutely no return for Kiran's smile which clearly offered friendship.

Kiran smiled at Sid's back which slowly disappeared behind the door.

"Look at it, sir. I will help you, we will definitely be friends! One day you'll be my best friend, and you'll have to share your problems with me!" Kiran muttered confidently.

With a smile that did not escape from his ripe lips, Kiran drove her car to go home.

In the middle of the road, he was shocked because his phone was shaking. A message came in, from a contact named Lion King, who was none other than Sid.

Be careful on the road, thanks for driving me.

Kiran smiled reading the message, for some reason her heart seemed to be carrying her flying.

Equally, sir.

Kiran typed those words, then sent them to Sid. He refocused on the streets, the trip home this time he did not look tired as usual.

This time it was like a fresh wind was blowing on his body.

**Connected...

Start now, Sid oooohhh Sid! Kiran oooohhh Kiran! You'll love each other, but baby.

Long**....