The Best Choice

Ever dated?

Samira stared at the bracelet that Aslan had returned next to her computer. Lips cone. In retrospect, the light brown bracelet was not long ago they wear. Still good because surely Aslan is very very guarding it like guarding important documents.

Samira grabbed him and rested his body on the back of the work chair. His face thought about and kept thinking about Aslan's dejected attitude change even though not a single drop of tears were shed on his handsome face.

"Why Mr. Aslan is weird, even though I only stay for a day. But what was yesterday the life of Mr. Aslan in the waves. Horrified too, sad beach. I'll ask him why." he murmured long.

"But if he's sad, why should he return his bracelet to me. Oh is Mr. Aslan scolded by his grandfather using a cheap item that does not fit the theme of his work coat or twin is no longer disturbing."

It was hard for Samira to realize that Aslan was taking a heart on her but not that the feeling that was never expressed was the slightest bit of real attention and the performance of a confession of taste would not come to her acceptance. Aslan would probably be one of the adherents of love in silence.

Samira shut her mouth while yawning. Within minutes he thought about it, though, tracing one by one Aslan's behavior from the beginning of the arrival of Ardana and its virtues that feel charming and clearly women who are not too interested in establishing relationships between religions will never know Aslan did it to steal his attention.

But, somehow, Samira wears that bracelet on her wrist. Unite with his own bracelet. He smiles. After all, his attitude that does not like to throw something durable and good does not think if he threw it away. Too bad the former big boss, if at the auction there must be someone who wants.

Samira refocused herself on her computer. The silence lasted for a few minutes until he said cheerfully. "Come sir."

Samira stood up as she brushed her things quickly into the briefcase.

"Where are we going, sir?" ask Samira behind Aslan.

Aslan took off the buttons of his suit one by one and took them off while walking. He held out to Samira.

Aslan loosened his tie, then pressed the elevator button. "Street around."

In a hurry Samira loosened her gaze in front of Aslan's face. Astounded.

"Walk? Not wrong, sir? I do a lot of work, so why suddenly? We'll have a meeting in two hours. Don't be careless." protested Samira. His face flashed a sign of disapproval. And the face framed by that beautiful plain black veil made Aslan sigh.

Beautiful, anxious, her hands itchy to want to touch it.

The elevator doors opened, Aslan stepped in and finished Samira's fate. He has not yet found the answer to Aslan's behavior. He already had to be in the car with the dilemma man. Wonder him. Even during the journey that he was either willing to take with him where he was now by Aslan the man only fell silent while occasionally looking at the one Samira was preoccupied with the tablet that he was observing carefully.

Busyness brought him to focus and anxiety about Aslan's clients who had made an appointment with him until Samira turned to look quickly when the car he was riding in was not to the point of destination. Perhaps the mall in mind z but no, far from the mall, far from the crowds, and far from out of the city border area.

"Where are we going, sir?"

"Don't I say Sam, take a walk!" Aslan smiled casually.

"But where?" Samira spoke quickly.

"There's... You know too."

"Take care!"

"Will not!" Aslan increased the speed of his car under the clear daylight sky and reduced the number of vehicles.

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The car stopped half an hour later in the parking lot of a tourist spot. The wind blew fiercely, breaking down the dry leaves the sound of birds chirping accompanied Aslan and Samira who were adventuring towards the place of the waterfall. They're down the trail.

Aslan turned his head, his vigorous footsteps trailing the muffled weeds of Samira panting behind him.

"Abah's son is tired?" swiped his forehead while wiping his own forehead with the end of his shirt. "Saucer, Sam. Kipasi dong."

Hearing that, Samira quickened her pace while pinching Aslan's arm slowly.

"Absolutely speaking!"

The two looked up, more than that the quiet atmosphere and support the approach program reopened Aslan's strange behavior even though this was not the first time they had gone together.

Aslan sighed and began to continue in his footsteps without saying a word. While Samira loosened her shoulders and broke from all her branched thoughts, Samira quickly followed Aslan's steps.

Before long, on the other side, the gurgling of the rushing water made Samira and Aslan speed up with breathless breathing despite their eyes twinkling.

"Oh, say doang if you want a picnic. I'll make a schedule!"

Aslan took off her shoes while rolling the edges of her trousers while bending over.

"More than that, Sam." I'm Aslan, his stout stature and friendly face now loomed in front of Samira who was sitting in the chair of the cement castings.

Samira did not take a headache when Aslan spoke to her waist while looking at her.

"Why is dad weird?" ask after reaching out for drinking water.

Aslan chuckled and did not take long to answer. He did not look at the figure of the woman until her courage was gathered.

"Well, Sam?"

"Huh?"

Aslan cleared his throat slowly before continuing. "Have you ever dated, Sam?"

Samira suddenly went deaf and turned her face away. His heart was racing, and it was worse than he feared. He was far from reinforcements.

Loin, Bah. Mr. Aslan has been taken to a quiet place already so ask around have been dating yet. Abah, how is this.

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