Queen the Ruler

Nervousness

Unwilling to speak again, the Queen stood up from her seat. The bold attitude he had all this time was apparently not lost. He approached Alfat who was still standing in front of the closed door. Not afraid, but prefer to appreciate the superior not to sit before the command.

"Al, I want us to be like before." Without further ado the Queen said. His hand even grasped Alfat's hand so tightly.

Not indecisive as a man, Alfat was very surprised to hear that. Where her heart is completely not dead to the Queen. But he knows who he is now. The man who was the husband of a woman named Citra.

"Sorry, Miss. Please do not exceed the limit. I appreciate you as my boss." Alfat politely brushed the Queen's hand from hers.

Instead of giving up, the Queen quickly hugged Alfat. He drowned his face in the chest of Alfat's field. "Al, I was wrong. I realize I just left. Please don't talk formally like this with me, I'm sick of hearing that, Al." she said in tears.

The goal is nothing at all to ask for mercy, the Queen is sincere to drop tears of pain because hearing the man who used to always call her name now actually adds with frills Miss. It felt foreign to the Queen and she felt like there was no one to support her to stay strong.

"Miss, forgive me. Please let go of this." Alfat resigned after successfully escaping. He tried to keep his distance from the sobbing Queen.

"We are superiors and subordinates. Please don't get me in trouble in this office, miss. I want to work well here." he was so foreign-sounding.

The Queen several times shook her head inexhaustibly with the mannerisms of the man before her at this moment. Two ways he's done haven't been able to get Alfat to change his calls. Nekar Ratu walked quickly and pulled the nape of the neck Tool. He put his lips on Alfath's lips.

He smiled happily to hear Alfat calling him by name. "Why should I kiss and call me Queen? Do you really want that, Al?" tanyanya stepped back in front of Alfat.

Feeling untrue, Alfat hurriedly turned around and ran out of the Queen's study. He doesn't want to be slandered or anything bad anymore. Along the way the man was in a great hurry. Several times he even hit other workers.

Alfat's thoughts were muddled at this moment, The Queen had already completely driven him crazy. Without feeling it, the man arrived at his office. Sweat was also slipping free from his forehead. His hands moved on the collar of the shirt to cool off the hot body of nervousness.

An hour and two hours to go to lunch, in fact Alfat did not concentrate on working. He could only flip through the documents without doing anything.

"Gosh why is it like this anyway? this feeling is what it means." he said hanging with an erratic mind. Roughly he hit his head several times until it stopped when a sound came from the direction of the door.

"Mas, why? Is it sick?" the question from a woman who was none other than Citra made Alfat gawk. His face was dumbfounded to see the figure standing in front of the door was the Queen's face but the voice he heard was the wife.

"What else would you like to come here? Please don't bother me." she said firmly which made the face of the woman at the door there frown and faded a smile instantly.