SIBURUK LOOKS LIKE AISYAH

TRYING TO AVOID

After the situation, that is what Aisyah can do at this time - at that time, unable to resist the wishes of the man who is her superior.

Do not want to linger with the father of his two daughters, which does not rule out the possibility, the original identity will be revealed. Friction of the hand moving here and there on the ground of the table, the more Aisyah strengthened - so that the workbench could be clean as her Boss wanted - and of course so that she immediately went out of the room.

"It's been very clean. But he said there was still dust. Actually the blind one was me, or him!" Aisyah cursed in her heart, when the upset she could not pour on an Aditya Wirawan.

The more energy he expended, of course, affected his body, where a sweat began to pour over his forehead. And that, made Aisyah feel very uncomfortable. Disturbed by the sweat, which had soaked over her forehead, the woman immediately rubbed rough there, with one hand.

His face immediately paled, when he found the back of his hand which contained black cream, and Aisyah believed that the original kulih, must have been seen due to the swab.

'Oh God... The black cream is fading... How'this? It must be that my real skin is already visible now," said Aisyah, who was beginning to suffer from anxiety.

"Why are you quiet, Culun? Quickly hand over that workbench! Because I have to continue my work immediately." said Aditya suddenly, in a loud tone.

The line of fingers - immediately Aisyah pulled, on the pony that was exposed to the side - so that the original skin was slightly camouflaged, by the fall of the pony.

He turned his face to Aditya, who was staring at him. The long look Aisyah directed at the man in front of her, who was looking back at her.

"I don't care, even if I get the meaning. How-how? I have to get out of that room, before it's all exposed." he said.

"Why are you quiet?! Aren't you tired of looking at me?!" Aditya starts to look upset - when Aisyah just stays, and doesn't clean her desk.

Explaining his face, with a gaze begging that the man-can be melted with his request.

"Sir.." call her slow.

"What's up?!" With a flat tone, and his sharp gaze on Aisyah.

"Can I continue tomorrow, the work?"

Grinning his forehead, with an intense look of eyes stared at Aisyah, who was explaining her face.

"Why indeed? Because I'm sure the table wasn't clean yet."

"I'll continue tomorrow, sir.. Because I have to change the pads immediately."

"Replace pads?" Highlight those eyes instantly stared intensely, at the woman before him.

"Yes, Sir! I am coming by the moon. And it seems to have penetrated, on my interior." Without any more embarrassment, Aisyah gave her the reason - which she thought could make her out of the room.

"I'm sure, that's just your excuse - to get out of this room immediately." Aditya further sharpened his gaze, when annoyed at Aisyah more and more hit the handsome man.

Aisyah breathed her long breath, for it was not very young for her, lying to an Aditya. But he won't be daunted, because after all he has to get out of this room, before Aditya finds out who he is?

"I can't possibly lie, sir! If you don't believe me, you can check it out yourself."

Anger increasingly enveloped the handsome face of Aditya, hearing Aisyah's answer which he thought was so bold to him.

"Are you crazy, asking me to do that?! What kind of man do you think I am?!" The words spoken from Aditya's lips, had begun to rise from before the emotions that had overflowed.

"I dare say that, because you don't believe me at all." Aisyah slowed down her tone, and lowered her head in a doldrums so that Aditya could be withered with her lies.

Exhaling his long breath, trying to resist the resentment - which was increasingly engulfing the man.

"Quick to the outside of this room..!! And remember! Tomorrow you must come, early." Aditya suppressed his words, while passing his word to Aisyah.

Aisyah painted her small smile. Relieved for a moment enveloped the woman, because finally Aditya gave her permission.

"Have only been working a day, but he's been acting." said Aditya, swinging his footsteps on his desk.

****

The door of Aisyah's room was tightened again, slowly - when she was already outside the room. Exhaled his leg, and resumed those footsteps, heading towards the elevator. As she passed by Simon's desk, Aisyah did not say hello to the man at all - choosing to ignore - as she thought, she had to immediately fix her appearance. A foot swing that was a little far away, Aisyah stopped immediately, when Simon's voice called out to him.

"Hey you..." A little scream, as it called out to Aisyah.

Aisyah explained her face, she seemed to want to cry - but once again she was unable to resist, because of her profession as an Office Gril. Finally, with a heavy heart, Aisyah turned her back - looking at Simon, with a fake smile.

"What's the matter, Mr Secretary??"

Not immediately answering, the tall man still traced every inch of face in front of him, which had made him curious from yesterday.

"Mr Secretary.." call Ayesha suddenly, who makes the man's daydream instantly.

"sorry. Actually I want to ask you something."

The usual face, immediately covered in a pale eloquence when he heard what Simon had just said.

"That means?"

"I'm just asking you. Not kill. But why is your face so pale?" Simon intensified his pair of eyes, when he found the face of the woman in front of him had turned pale.

Aisyah smiled clumsily, while trying to cover her paled face after hearing the question from the man.

"Maybe it's just your feelings, Mr. Secretary.."

"In that case, may I know where you're from?"

"Origin?"

"Yes, your origin."

Highlight those eyes, staring intensely at the man in front of him, suspiciously just maybe, the man already knew who he was.

"Does Mr. Aditya's secretary know who I am? Until he tells me where I'm from?" Aisyah bathes, with anxiety that has struck.

"Why are you quiet? Was wrong?! If I, ask where you're from."

"Ti..Nothing wrong, Mr. Secretary... I come from..." Just now Aisyah was going to answer what Simon was asking, suddenly it was heard, the sound of a telephone ringing on the desk.

"What's up, sir?" simon replied, when the handle of the telephone had been attached to his earlobe.

"Come to my room now." There was a strong tone across there.

"Okay sir." replied Simon, putting the telephone handle back in place.

A pair of Simon's eyes, back on Aisyah-who is still putting her feet there.

"You can go now. Next time, we'll continue with the chat. And don't call me Mr. Secretary, just call me Simon."

"Good Secretary Simon..." With a smile on the man, who had already left the place first, passed towards the study, Aditya.