THE CEO OF BRONDONG
Chapter 28
Is there anyone here who has ever experienced flying high into space and then in hempasin as much as possible to earth?
If you have ever been like Fatira.
Bayangin deh how the whole Fatira fit again seneng uh.. suddenly made badmood suddenly like this.
It's a kesel.
It's up to you to say Fatira lebay or whatever doesn't matter, all she cares about right now is her stomach running out of food stock.
You guys must know how women are if again a savage laper like how?
Maybe if the same fight tigers and women will win.
'In the bow'
"Raa.. Raaa.. Still angry, huh?"
'This is the habit of Indonesian people who are not lost, Udah know the answer is still just a profit my boss. if I have not kicked cih I have kicked to pluto ni person' his grunts in the heart.
"You think?" cynical answer.
Currently they are in the car heading to the hotel where they stay, after cleaning up the fanfare was Fatira did not speak even if the boss knows the form of protest that he raised.
Why dare?
Because now again temen mode and no subordinate superiors, if again the boss mode is not brave too.
"Sorry Raa" said Darren softly, a look of regret on his face.
"Everything has passed sir wants to be in another place" he replied cuek duck.
"Kok so Pak again raa" Darren said.
"Dark sir" he said ngawur.
"Do I want to live with the lights?" ask Darren plain.
"Kc.. My vision was dark because I was a laper sir, plus Mr. was from nyeplos aja in public place made me darker" his cerocos was upset.
"You're sorry raa"
"I belom maapin" said Fatira staring cynically at Darren.
Darren was quite shivering looking at Fatira's gaze which always made him cold hot.
"So how should I let you apologize? Do I have to make a restaurant for the seller" asked Darren desperately.
"You don't have to be kidding, not funny" said Fatira.
"I'm not kidding Fatira, I'm serious" Darren said.
"Ehh Really?" paro Fatira did not believe it.
"You really, you want to excuse me, right?"
"No need to wait, you just take care of your mouth without hurting the feelings of others I'm sorry" explained Fatira.
Darren's eyes immediately sparkled beautifully to get a fresh breeze from the candidate who he had claimed would be ayang concurrently become the mistress Darren someday.
"Really??" tanyakanya.
"He'emmm" replied Fatira lazily, he was out of energy, half sleepy in the more hungry complete package anyway.
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They had now reached the hotel and were walking towards their rooms. Fatira was busy with her food even though her eyes were already straining, while Darren was busy walking while paying attention to Fatira who he thought was so adorable tonight in addition to his eyes that I was very precise like a Persian cat added a sense of anxiety Darren towards Fatira.
"Sir, this is dinner for the Father" said Fatira in the middle of his sleepiness while giving Darren a pack of satay, while 3 more he himself ate. What is clear is that even though drowsiness strikes, the storm strikes, the tsunami strikes, the earthquake shakes Fatira ignored if it is related to the survival of cattle worms in his stomach.
Darren himself is very unhappy to hear Fatira calling himself Sir again, but he is too early if he wants to protest.
"What's this?" darren asked as he frowned confusedly seeing the bundle of paper and long-long stick put into plastic, he felt foreign to the plastic-wrapped food.
"Yes satay sir cook pizza" replied fatira annoyed, He seems to forget that Darren is a descendant of the sultan since in the womb, who used to eat food-style bourgeois instead of five-legged like himself.
"Oooh sate" beo Darren while flipping the package in his hand.
'Ck soto tau, chicken geprek tau, chicken roast tau, time yes sate do not know the strange basis' murmured fatira in the heart.
"Yes sir I want to go in first good night" said Fatira, had not had time to reach the door handle he again turned his head because it was called Darren.
"Eh wait" Darren deliberately stalling, He forced his brain to think for a reason but his mouth instead said another and re-ignited Fatira's anger again.
"Why Sir?" tanya Fatira turned to face Darren, He tries to be patient when his head is dizzy due to fatigue activities all day plus late dinner makes his stomach pain half dead (for those of you who have gastric disease will definitely understand).
"Emm" Darren scratched his non-itchy nape while thinking what rationale sounded logical so that he could have dinner with Ayang's candidates.
"It's sate what" asked Darren innocently.
"Daddy just wants that?" fatira asked furiously, so furious that he bit his inner mouth to dampen his anger so as not to explode at that moment.
"Yes" Darren honestly foolishly.
"This is what I love to the father of the deer satay.. Why did I choose deer satay? if the father sate ayam again trying to nangkep chicken neighbors so I did not mesenin Mr. satayam ayam afraid of sin had rumahului destiny".
After that Fatira went straight into her room and slammed the door.
Brakk!!
Darren to the point of being shocked he stroked his chest that was pounding incoherently.
Still accompanied by confusion he also followed Fatira's steps into the room but his own room was not Fatira's room, could be hit by a table if he dared to enter the room of the candidate Ayang.
He then sat down with a slow motion he opened the paper and plastic package given by fatira. Gradually he began to taste one of the meat punctures and put it in his mouth. For a long time he chewed while thinking and then his eyes sparkled unexpectedly with the taste produced by his tongue.
'pantes aja you until angry turns out to be as good as this' he murmured.
He then re-inserted one by one the meat pricks and the meat until it ran out he burped because of a moment of satiety y
he forgot that Fatira last time was still upset with him.
"I think I should give this restaurant to the seller, all for bribes if the candidate is craving" he murmured.
While in the next room Fatira was rummaging through the contents of her bag busy looking for stomach acid medicine that she brought from Jakarta after drinking it she also ate satay which she bought 3 servings for herself. When he was busy eating he saw his phone vibrating he immediately grabbed and read a message that was not known by name.
Number not known
(Hi. good night).
Farah frowned confused to guess who the suspect was sending him a message that he thought was very outdated.
"Lack of work I already know the night is still said good night. said kek 'Hi transferan deck this month I have sent ya' so let me spirit ngabisin money.. Good night doang mah do not make me full basic!" his gerrick. He ignored the message and continued the delayed dinner.
