SIBURUK LOOKS LIKE AISYAH

TRYING TO LET ADITYA GO

"Yes" he replied firmly.

Aisha still looks heavy. Trouble hiding the man, now fate makes the two closer, and will always pass the day together. And of course, that made Aisyah afraid - if their daily existence, gradually made Aditya would know who she was.

"But why should I sir? I'm..." Not yet the mouth let out its objection, Aditya had already interrupted his speech.

"I'm your boss. And I have the right, to decide. Not even you, who set me up." Aditya suppressed his words, which made the lips of the woman in front of him, instantly clenched.

The flat tone, and the sharp gaze of an Aditya-was able to make Aisyah's guts shrink. Until the young woman did, she could only resign, allowing what would happen, for she had no power to refute the edict of an Aitya Wirawan.

"alright, Sir.. I want. I want to replace Mr. Hasan." he replied resignedly.

Grinning at her handsome face, staring intently at Aisyah - who could only explain her face, as she uncharacteristically refused the edict from him .

"good. Because you have to obey it. And right now, you immediately hand me my room - not to the dust, something is left behind. Because I really don't like it, if my room is dirty."

"Good Sir... I will clean the room Mr-now." replied Aisyah slowly, and began to do her job as Office gril in the company.

The position of the sleeper broom in the lower lanta immediately Aisyah reached, and began to clean the room. Found Aisyah who had started doing her job, making Aditya want-not want, had to move from her seat-to avoid dust debris. He swung at the corner of the glass-walled room, throwing his gaze as far as possible, staring at the beauty of Jakarta, from another twenty, Company Group. The direction of view was moved back to Aisyah, who was still with her broom activities.

"After that, hand me my desk."

"Good Sir... When you're done sweeping, I'll clean your desk." The direction of his vision again moved to the pile of dust, after that it led to Aditya who suddenly spoke to him.

"Care the right! Do you not see, near the foot of the table is still a little dust?!" Adityam's voice is so high, of course, able to make the guts of the mother, from her son shrivel instantly.

"Ma..I'm sorry Sir... Sorry." By directing the broom, on a dime of dust found near the foot of the sofa set table.

"You, if you give me my room, it should be completely clean. Because I don't like it at all, if my room-there's still dust." By suppressing her words, what made Aisyah could only exhale deeply as a result of holding back her annoyance, at the man she had been avoiding all along.

"Well Sir..."

The body that was standing straight - Aditya rested on the glass wall. His two hands were clinging, throwing his gaze, at Aisyah who was still busy with her cleaning activities.

His two hands moved monorously, while carrying dust with the coarse feathers. Fear again enveloped him, when he realized that Aditya was watching him. And of course that scares him, if the man, to the point of knowing who he is.

"Yes God... I'm begging.. I'm begging.. Don't let him know who I am?" bathin Aisyah was hopeful.

"Why is your face, so pale?! Are you scared, I did something bad to you?" Squeezing his two eyes, staring intensely at Aisyah.

"Ti.. No Sir! I don't pounce like that. I am again, a little unwell, so my face is a little pale." replied Aisyah stammered, when the lie she said.

"And whenever, that will never happen. Because where possible, I'm attracted to your rich dark gulitta woman." Smirked lowly, and flashed a sneering smile at Aisyah.

"Ha.. Ha... Ha... That's right sir! Wherever possible, you will be interested in me. Because I was so black." she replied smiling.

"I...Yes Sir!" her reply carved out her fake smile, as it annoyed her trying to hide it from Aditya.

Piles of dust, and there is some garbage now Aisyah has acted on a garbage box. Re-entering the room, Aditya - who was still faithful - stood in the corner. The gaze of the eyes that had been staring at the beauty of the city of Jakarta - from his skyscraper, immediately turned - and found Aisyah, who was staring at him from afar. Highlighting his eyes sharper, found Aisyah who kept paying attention to him.

"Did I assign you, to look at me?!" The flat tone of Aditya, which was able to make Aisyah hit by nagging, and immediately grabbed a small piece of cloth, and cleaned up.

"I'm sorry, sir... And now, I'm gonna clean your desk."

"Please.."

Aisyah's been spraying a little cleaner, when the woman's gonna start cleaning the desk. The woman's hand movements, looking nimble-while pacing on the table. The rapid movement of the hand, immediately slowed down - when the pair of eyes, accidentally staring at a photo sheet, which was on a pile of paper slightly arranged high on the table. And that's a picture of him.

"Yes God... Is this my picture? So until now, they're still looking for me?" Aisyah muttered inwardly. The woman's face - paled for a moment, spit that was swallowed, seemed stuck in her throat. asked Aditya suddenly, when the two eyes found Aisyah was staring intensely at something.

"Did I ask you to pay attention to my things on the table?" aditya asked suddenly, when the two eyes found Aisyah, was staring intensely at something.

Aisyah's gaze immediately turned to Aditya, as the man spoke, saying suddenly.

"Ha...Ha...Ha... I'm sorry, Sir! But this woman is so beautiful. Is he the father's car?" asked Aisyah, who pretended to ask, to correct the information from the man.

"And did I assign you, to ask about who the woman in the photo is?!" The firm tone, and his sharp gaze-made the guts of an Aisyah Maharani shrivel instantly.

"Once again, I'm sorry sir! Forgive me," Aisyah smiled awkwardly, bowing her body slightly, as she apologized to the handsome man.

His hand returned to play agile, on the plains of the table, to resume his activities. When it was believed, if the work table was clean-Aisyah immediately voiced to Aditya, telling her the activities that had been completed.

"Sorry, Sir... It's done." said Aisyah suddenly, who turned the gaze of the handsome man's pair of eyes away.

"really?" His two feet began to step, approaching his desk - making sure the table was completely clean or not.

As Aditya stood beside her-Aisyah slightly kept her distance from the man. Being so close, with the biological father of her two daughters - there was something strange for the woman. And only Aisyah, who was able to describe how her heart was at the moment, dued in one room with that man.

His palms widened, sweeping over his desk. His face immediately stiffened, which was shrouded in annoyance there.

"There is still dust. And are the glasses you wear less big?! To this dust, that dust you cannot see with your two eyes."

"But Sir... I think it's clean.." Aisyah explained her face, due to the annoyance she was trying to hide from the man.

"And I ask you. Who's the boss here?"

Once again, circumstances render him powerless to resist Aditya's wishes. The man's position as leader, and his superior, making inevitably, again obeyed the man's request.

"Good Sir... I will go back to clean it up." she replied resignedly, and resumed the activity - although she was very reluctant.