Take Me Off
Tomato Fruit Cement
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Work that piles up if lined up will not be finished? Definitely not! What kind of theory does a person say that.
Gravely
Bara sighed in frustration. Why the work is not finished. Since this morning he has continued to struggle with documents sent from his private secretary.
Chequelek
"Excuse me, sir."
"What the hell is it?!!" Rissued. Maybe the effect of yesterday that hasn't gone away from thinking too much about Nayra.
Wildans. The man who became Bara's secretary gulped his saliva with great difficulty. "There's an important guest from Russia, sir. He said he wanted to meet with
Mr and Mrs Devi."
For a moment Bara stopped the movement that was reading the financial statements. His head puffed up, staring back at Wildan.
"Guests from Russia? Who?"
"I don't know either, sir. He just said if he's an important guest who wants to meet Mr. Bara and Bu Devi."
"I'm busy. Just let him wait. That person must be Devina's guest, not mine."
"But, Sir-" Wildan again swallowed his words as Bara flicked his hand into the air. Without a word, Wildan rushed out of his boss' room.
Just now Wildan's business is done. Now Devina, his wife had been out of nowhere since when he was grumbling in the doorway.
"When did you come?" ask Bara. His eyes refocused on the company report.
"Since a few minutes ago. Not too long." Devina kept the lunchbox she was carrying right on the table. "I'll bring food for your rest later." he continued.
"Hem, keep it there." Bara's short.
Devina nodded. The woman sat on the sofa, her head held on the back of the sofa with both eyes closed. "Why since yesterday your phone was off, Bara."
"My phone's broken."
"You threw it again?!" Devina clucked as she saw Bara nodding without any burden. Devina does know the most how reddish Bara who always acts unnatural. The man will ruin anything, or he can hurt himself.
"Hmm, at least the broken one is just a cell phone. Not your hand." sizzled Devina who opened her eyes as she felt the tremors inside her bag. Sure enough there are incoming calls and some messages that have not been read.
The alice?
After sliding the green button. Devina brought the pons closer to the ear. "Tumben called me once, Lice?" ask Devina wonder.
"Oh Devina~ you finally picked up my phone too."
"Yes I'm sorry, Alice." regrets Devina.
"No-no. It's okay, may I ask for your help. I was in indonesia. It's just, I'm having a little trouble here. My car's on a ticket, and I don't know what to do. You know, I just got from Russia to take a vacation."
"Where are you now?"
"In your husband's office. But he hasn't come down yet. I told someone to call her."
Devina held her phone away for a moment. "Bara, can I ask for help? My friends"
"No. I busy. I don't have time to finish your business." Bara turned the report. The man did not glance at his wife who was considered a statue of the display only.
"Bara, I beg you. He is having a hard time right now. His car's on the ticket, and he doesn't recognize anyone here but me."
Devina smiled, and nodded with excitement. "Thank you, Bara." Although there was no reply, but at least Devina was happy. The woman brought her cell phone closer and told Alice, who was waiting there.
....
"You look exhausted, Nay." Evano stopped his wheelchair for a moment. His head looked to the side looking at Nayra's face with small circles on his forehead. "You're sweating. Am I so heavy, that you look like you're sweating like that?"
Slowly, Evano pulled Nayra forward. Nayra shouldn't be constantly behind and helping push her wheelchair.
Nayra said, crouching in front of Evano. "I'm not tired, Vano." said Nayra.
"Don't lie, I know what you're feeling, Nay."
Nayra sighed for a moment. Replying to Evano's hand is no less tight. "You said you wanted to go to the park. Come on, I'll be with you, we'll be there soon."
Evano smiled, rubbing Nayra's sweat with the clothes being worn. "That's not necessary, Nay. We'll just stay here."
"But-"
"Sttt..." Evano placed his index finger right in front of Nayra's lips. Stop the girl's words. "The views here are much more beautiful than the park. Because what? Because there is you here. There's you with me, Nay."
Nayra's cheeks are warming up. Evano who saw Nayra's cheeks flushed gently. A warm feeling spread across Evano's palm.
"You're so beautiful if you're like that." There's no temptation or nagging that guy gives you. Evano just stared at Nayra, as Nayra looked at Evano much deeper.
Both are silent. Stare at each other, and adore each other. Nayra's hand crept upwards, rubbing the back of Evano's hand that had been lodged in his cheek that might have been seen as red as a tomato.
"Wake up, why do you like to flirt. Is there something wrong with your brain?"
Evano. Swiping Nayra's cheek, Evano kissed the girl's hand fondly. "Because you're special."
"That kind of excuse?" Nayra snorted, although in her heart she was happy to hear it.
"Boiled noodles also like to be called special if you forget." continued Nayra with a sullen face makes Evano flick the lips.
"Don't pout like that. I can be sincere if you continue to express like that." said Evano annoyed.
Nayra nodded, and smiled gently before she pushed back the man's wheelchair. "We're looking for a much more beautiful place than this" Nayra said.
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