Take Me Off

Caught Wet

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Nayra just finished her chicken soup. He couldn't have let this dirty bowl just be put down. Nayra couldn't stand to see something dirty. He will clean it up immediately.

Nayra tried to open the door. Thank God, the door is unlocked. The silence was the first thing he saw. A room with gray paint looks dominant. There are no other colors besides gray and fine carvings combined. So pretty. Nayra was even envious of looking around her room which was very neatly arranged. Very different from his house, although neat, but not as neat as Bara's apartment.

With a shrunken forehead, Nayra stepped slowly in search of the figure of the man. Where did the man go after delivering the chicken soup to him?

His chicken soup had even finished he ate. But the man still did not show himself making Nayra hesitant to move her legs further.

He'll wash this dirty bowl. But he did not know the location of the kitchen, so he could only go around in circles.

Nayra tried to go down the stairs. And true, he could see the room he was looking for. Kitchen. After cleaning the dirty bowl, Nayra wiped her wet hands.

A familiar ringing sound in his ears sounded. Nayra tried to search until she found the flat object on the table, located not far from the tv. It came from his cell phone. Without many more words he immediately picked up the phone from Mrs Jasmin. The number that he has saved since Bara gave this new phone.

"Hello, ma'am." said Nayra.

"Assalamualaikum used to dong." The voice over there was not the voice of Miss Jasmin. It is a voice that he is missing right now. Evano Voice.

"Sorry, I forgot. Repeat again yes. Assalamualaikum, Vano." greet Nayra softly. His lips curled upwards smiling brightly when he heard the small laughter there.

"Waalaikumsalam the future wife."

The voice is soft. Very soft to the point of shaking the recesses of his heart. Cheeks heating. He only heard the word wife. But the effect has come to this.

"Nay, are you still there?"

Nayra. Unconsciously his head nodded slowly. "Yes, I'm still here. Why?"

"Kok why? There's no reason for me to call you, Nay."

"Vano, that's not what I meant. You're sick, you have to rest a lot, not even call me like gini."

"Are you mad I'm a gini-rich phone?"

Nayra gripped her phone tightly. The voice over there that had been cheerful slowly turned very slowly. Nayra knew, Evano must have been very offended by his words just now.

"No, I mean-"

Sreeets

The phone in his hand floated. And turn to the hands of the Bara. The man grabbed his phone suddenly.

For a moment Nayra flinched. Staring at Bara was surprised. Just a glance, because Nayra quickly changed the look of her face to flat again when Bara presumptuously turned off the call unilaterally.

Nayra growled in annoyance. "Give me my phone, Bara." pinta Nayra. I don't know when that guy was here and listening to Evano.

"Bara, give me back my phone." Nayra growled. His little body was fixed towards Bara. Grabbing his phone is unfortunately too high. Embers. The jerk lifted him up high until he had to tiptoe to reach him. In fact, both of his hands were already coiled around Bara's body. She looked like she was hugging the man as Bara kept her phone away.

BRACKET

Nayra fell right over the Bara. For a few seconds Nayra was glued. He could feel Bara's heartbeat beating very fast. Even now, the man looked at her in silence. Both of them were silent in such a position. Until finally there was a foreign voice that made Nayra clumsily distanced her body.

"Mara."

Not only Nayra who turned her head, now Bara also turned her head to look at the fashionable woman who was still standing rigidly in the doorway. Devinas. The woman approached, helping Bara to get back on her feet.

"Thank you." said Bara. Then she turned to look at Nayra. The girl looked down, her face red. Even the phone somehow since when it was in the hands of Nayra.

"Ck! This is my business, don't interfere!" pissed Bara. While Nayra slowly began to puff up, looking back at Devina's cynical eyes.

"Mrs, can I go home? My work hours had run out a few minutes ago" Nayra said, leaving Bara frowning in confusion. Work hours? Bara's brain seems unable to process what Nayra says. Before Devina now nodded, and told the girl to leave.

"Yes, go." throw Devina out. Remember Devina is not the jealous type. Just looking at the position of Bara and the girl overlapping each other was not a problem. Devina was not angry. Even he can be more than that if it concerns the world of modeling. And Bara, the man does not mind it at all if it is still within reasonable limits.

"Then I say goodbye, excuse me." Nayra took a quick look. Take the bag, then leave Bara. Nayra did not want to guess the relationship between the two. He just wants to hurry up and meet Evano.

"Ayra." The call made Nayra stop her steps. His head turned, staring at Bara full of confusion. Will the man keep her away?

"Below there is someone who will take you home. Get enough rest, and I'm sorry to hurt your forehead." continued Bara.

Nayra fumbled his forehead. Ah right. Just this time Nayra heard an apology coming out from the pompous man's lips. Slowly Nayra smiled. And back on the road.

"Huf." Nayra breathed a sigh of relief as she was now able to get out of the room. The atmosphere inside was very different, Bara's anger, plus the cynical look of the beautiful woman made her heart beat erratically.

This is not a falling in love. Except the shock. Yep. Nayra was surprised because at someone's pergoki. Especially with a position that cannot be said well. Ugh. Nayra shy. Really am. If only he did not force his cell phone, maybe he would not be this shy when he met the beautiful woman.

"Please come in, Madam."

For a moment Nayra blinked, staring at the bewildered person who gallantly opened the car door.

"Who are you?" ask Nayra.

"Include my name Harri, the personal driver of Mr. Bara." replied Harri politely. His head even lowered a little to pay respect.

"Ah yes." Nayra just remembered Bara's words earlier. But it seems he prefers to ride public transportation rather than having to receive a ride that is not at all suitable for him. "I'm sorry, but I've already booked an ojek online." lied Nayra.

"Cancel. That's an order from Mr. Bara directly Madam."

That guy again. Nayra was incubating in the heart. "Don't call me Madam. Just call me Nayra, I'm not your mistress either."

"No way, that's not polite. Come on, I'll drop you off, madam." Harri immediately led his boss woman into the car. While Nayra was already clamoring in her heart, cursing at her who could do nothing but obey the will of the man. Embers. An arrogant man who does not want to give in to women. Instead of provoking Bara's anger, Nayra would rather find safety by obeying the man's will.

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