Not Always Beautiful

TSI#2 Stupid girl

Where was Indra, until Papa Ardi asked Adrian to handle the branch office? Is not Indra now also a son of Papa Ardi? Indra should also help Papa Ardi.

Not that I don't want to help, but Indra knows herself. Although Papa Ardi considers his son, but Adrian is still the most appropriate to handle big projects like this, Indra only helps just that. Plus there is Meera on his side, Indra is more confident that everything will certainly run smoothly, all who cooperate with Pratama Company has been very recognizing Meera's expertise.

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*London

Since his death was over, the King was made very busy by a myriad of jobs. The king felt guilty if he had to do all the work himself, a week ago he asked a secretary for himself. Once offered, only the King refused because it was not this busy. Now he needs that secretary.

After work, the king did not go home, he went to the supermarket first to buy some fresh vegetables and fruit. Living alone forces him to become all-rounder, including cooking. With a little science that Adrian had taught him, just fried rice or fried chicken, King was able to make. In addition to being efficient, cooking itself also makes his life healthier, because every ingredient he processed, guaranteed quality.

While cool at picking out groceries, a girl surprisingly hugged him. The girl also whispered very quietly but could still be heard.

"Please hug me back, otherwise the two people on your right side will drag me home and marry people I don't know."

"It's none of my business!" The king exclaimed, then left the foolish girl.

"Hey you, man full of shopping bags! You want to run away from responsibility, huh! I'm carrying your child and you're just gonna run!"

In the shadow of the girl, the King turned and hugged her and took her away from the two bodyguards who followed her wherever she went. But the truth is, it's the opposite.

"You two, the girl lied. We don't know each other, just drag him in and marry him right away, or he'll hallucinate even worse."

"Fucking old man! feel this, this, this too." The girl pelted the King with fresh tomatoes and oranges, then ran away as fast as lightning.

The king called the salesman to count the broken tomatoes and oranges, he wanted to replace. But the saleswoman refused, saying the supermarket knew the girl's family, so they would send her bills straight away.

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Mike enters the King's room, informing him that his secretary will arrive at lunchtime and only starts work the next day.

Clara, a woman born in Jakarta, 25 years ago. Mike deliberately chose Indonesian citizens, so that the King is more comfortable in both communicating and others. They will meet at lunch later, to discuss any work, which is necessary and unnecessary Clara did for him.

At lunchtime, Mike takes the King to a famous steakhouse. Mike said Clara was waiting there. The two have sat together at one table, Mike just drove the King, then he returned to the office, his wife has brought lunch, dear if not eaten.

The king explained the Clara section, the girl who was not young was listening to every explanation the King gave carefully. Not to forget, King also gave some files for Clara to learn, so that tomorrow she does not need to answer many questions for new reasons to enter work.

"Just like that, please enjoy your lunch, I have to go back to the office. Oh yes one more, I don't like undisciplined people, so please don't be late."

"Good, Sir!"

Apparently Mike was waiting for the King, he wanted to hear the King's opinion about the girl who would be his secretary.

"I don't know!"

"Why not know? You guys don't talk, you mean pleasantries other than work? Like asking each other about a place to live or something?" ask Mike streak.

"Mike, we'll be co-workers, so, just enough jobs to be a topic. You go there, just interrupt."

"Whatever!"

*the next day.

At the request of her new boss, Clara arrives on time. Clara is a smart girl, she is able to understand the files that the King gave her in just one night, what the King told her to do well, although there are still a few shortcomings, he said, but it can still be tolerated. On this first day, he was enough to make the King satisfied.

"Clara, can you make me some coffee?"

"Can, Sir. Sweet or....?"

"Don't be too sweet. Get out of this room, look to the left, there's a pantry there."

"Good, Sir. I made it a minute."

Last night the King didn't get enough sleep, Rossa, his beautiful niece kept calling. If not treated, the girl must be angry. The effect is like this, the King is sleepy, even though it is still morning.

"Coffee, Sir!"

"Thank you."

Coffee has no major effect, the King is still sleepy. He chose to go home, rather than force himself, later even the results were not because of it. Before returning home, the King told Clara to work on her deadline.

"You do enough that I cross sign, if something is not understood, asked Mike. I go home first, when I'm done put it on my desk."

"Good, Sir. Be careful on the road."

The sleepiness is really unstoppable. Do not want to endanger yourself by still driving even though sleepy, the offer of office drivers to drive home directly Raja isyakan. As soon as he reached the apartment, the King immediately fell asleep. He still wears work clothes, only his shoes that he takes off.

The king slept so well, when he woke up and looked out the window, the sky was almost dark. He checked his phone for a second, who knows if Mike or Clara called. There was only one message from Clara.

To: Clara

I've been working on it, sir. Tomorrow sir Raja just check. I'm home too, good rest, sir.

The king put his cell phone back, there was no interest in replying to the message. His stomach was rumbling, but he was also angry. So the King decided to take a bath first, then eat.

In the middle of the water caressing his body, his sense of smell caught such a pleasant aroma, anyone who kissed him must be tasteful, as well as the King. Finished bathing and dressed casually, the fragrant aroma of the cuisine further stung his nose. Somewhat strange also according to him, how can there be smells of cuisine in his apartment.

The king came out, he was observing the kitchen from a distance. The lights were on, the stove was on, he also heard the female voice humming. Thief, thought the King.

The handsome widower took a long panyung, slipped and went into the kitchen, put his umbrella to the left and to the right, there was no one there.

"How come, the stove and the lights are on no one's here?" he murmured in the heart.

"Good night?"

"You!"