Prince Cinta Beda Religious

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Isma fell silent, standing right in front of the Boss' desk. The man who owns the full name Prince Wijaya Pratama is sitting comfortably in his seat of greatness. His eyes stared intently at his Secretary who had dared to offend and came late these past few days.

"What are you doing behind me?" Started interrogating.

Isma did not answer or straighten her face. He kept sitting quietly looking at the floor.

"I ask you, Ms. Ishma!" Strictly while slightly hitting the table.

"I'm sorry, Boss." Isma replied casually, and she began to straighten her face.

Isma's facial expression was ordinary, she did not even look scared or feel guilty.

Seeing the look on Isma's face was fine, making Prince even more upset. 'Is she crazy?' guess it in the heart.

"Are you sick?" Prince asked while looking seriously at Isma's face which looked fine.

Isma shook her head.

"I'm doing fine. It's just that I'm upset, I'm tired and I'm tired of being always on the table and being told to overtime every day." Protest without fear.

Prince's face turned a dead red. His eyebrows were almost united. He was confused, amused, strange all mixed up when he heard Isma's upset chatter for the first time in two years and three months as his Secretary.

"You bored? pissed off?" Prince asked with a cynical smile.

"Yes. Wh why? I have never neglected to carry out all the tasks of the Boss, I always arrange the Boss schedule well. I prepared all the needs of the meeting, and also all the needs of the new or old project. I'm always on time." Irritated shouting. Isma finally said all the uneg-uneg that was lodged in her heart all this time.

"I was never late. The first time I was three seconds late. I was late too because the Boss asked me to buy a birthday present for the Boss' lover. And because it's three seconds late…"

"Stop!" The Prince decisively cut off Isma's no longer-stoppable babble.

"No. I'm not done, boss." Denying Isma is not less loud and firm anyway. It made Prince speechless with a look of confused and upset face at the same time.

"Aaa.. Where was it?" Trying to remember the last thing he said.

"Yes, I was three seconds late for the first time, and that was because of the spoiled lover of the boss's pretentious beauty." Staring sharply at the eyes of Prince who also stared intently at him and was about to protest.

However, Isma crossed both arms in front of the Prince's face.

"Not yet." Reciprocity.

"Then the boss punished me, asked me to complete all the project tasks that the Secretary of Building should have completed. I'm overtime until 23.59 pm." Sighs for a moment.

Isma set the tone of his speech that is increasingly stirring and emotions are increasingly overflowing.

"I was left alone in a building this large, and this tall. The boss doesn't even care about me at all. The boss didn't even ask how I got home? what if I was intercepted by a bunch of thugs? Bosses are really cruel and inhumane." Strictly speaking, then took a long breath.

"I? Humanitarian? You're saying I'm not human?" Prince asked with a stifled voice holding back the emotions that were also overflowing.

"Yes. Your Prince Wijaya Pratama is not human." Isma reaffirmed. Without fear of being fired from the company.

"Huh, you're crazy. You're the first secretary who dared to berate me." Her jerk was upset.

Isma remained silent and lowered her head again.

"Death to me. O Allah protect your servant." His words were very slow, barely audible to Prince.

"Are you tired of working here?"

"Yes." Yeah." Isma answered firmly, quickly and defiantly.

For a moment Prince smiled sinisterly and stared amusedly at the fearless Isma.

"Write your resignation letter, SE-KA-RANG." The Prince was bluffing Isma.

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