THE CEO OF BRONDONG
Chapter 31
"ONE HOUR PASSED TEN MINUTES" Darren said after seeing Fatira arrive at the lobby with a breath of excitement.
"O Allah, Rabbi, I was saved sir was at the end can not be held or entered again" ceplos Fatira.
Darren grimaced amusedly hearing unfiltered words in the middle and then the hotel visitors, even many people who turned to him even though just kepo. A bit shy actually but because of his great love for the bar-bar girl in front of him this shame was immediately erased with a greater love.
"You call it all, kayak ever pray aja"
"Ishh the Father, although my behavior rada kunti kayak gini worship problems do not hesitate anymore, especially kayak Bapak"
"What is my reason?" tanya Darren raised his eyebrows.
"Eng it-Eh! Sir we're late" Fatira exclaimed as she looked at the small watch on her wrist, he deliberately called out to distract Darren because he did not want to continue the open debate event that he could make sure would take a long time.
And this is where Fatira and Darren are now, they are enjoying a rather delayed lunch in one of the lounges located at Solo city airport, a place where thick wallet people rest while waiting for a plane with facilities that are so WAHH, and will not be affordable for the WUEK like Fatira. This time he was quite lucky because he was able to enjoy luxury facilities for the first time because of the facilities of the company, if it were not for the company maybe for life Fatira would never set foot in a place like this he still loves money rather than being made to have fun in an instant maybe he would prefer to take a breakupgrade his favorite motorbike with a faster motorbike so he can speed on the road or just drive adrenaline. Although the context is both spent money but Fatira prefers such things compared to enjoying luxury facilities like this.
And whether since when his boss prepared this plan all Fatira also did not know and did not want to know, what he thought now was just eating, eating and eating!
"According to you, the people who are here, the wallet is on the sugar cane?" chirps Fatira suddenly after spending her last dessert.
Darren who was the object of asking also shifted his gaze for a moment from the reports of the company on his phone to the beautiful woman in front of him who was seen standing on his hands.
He frowned guessing what context Fatira would talk about next.
"Why are you that?" he asked back.
"Well just want to know anyway sir, they are really rich or not" he replied.
"Where do I know, I'm not a psychic who can see the contents of people's wallets, so why do you call me Pak-Pak again?"
"I'm comfortable calling you, the effect if I call you by name kayak don't know yourself that"
"My uncomfortable ears you call that" Darren said.
"Yes don't blame me dong sir, who told you to be my boss, yes I talk formal dong" fierce Fatira.
Darren sighed trying to relax his emotions because once again Fatira brought his fucking post.
"Go back to the topic!" Darren tries to shift the topic to keep his emotions stable.
"I don't know if they are really rich or not, but as far as I know people like them seem to be rich even though they may not be as rich as I am, why?" ask Darren.
Fatira snorted at the attrition of her boss at the end of the sentence. But he also sparkled to hear his boss's answer which was quite satisfied.
"I want to get excited sir, let's get married to the parents who like them" said Fatira while pointing to one of the middle-aged men who dressed branded from the crown to the toenails.
"Lumayan kan Pak, married a year directly into a rich widow without bothering to find money" continued Fatira chuckles at imagining herself married to a man who is more suitable to be called grandfather by her, Fatira said, he looked at the middle-aged man again while amazed to see the number of rings hanging on his finger and Fatira could guarantee it was all Ori no KW diamonds, let alone super KW.
'One, two, three... Eh busyet enem cuy all.. I'm sure it's a ring the price must exceed the house Mother's inner awe, he shook his head confused guess how rich the fathers are.
Without Fatira realizing that the man in front of her was growling furiously until his face was red ready to explode at any time, even Darren to tighten his hand squeezed the phone that had been in his hand earlier, luckily Darren's phone is an expensive item that will not be crushed even though he squeezes using all his energy to look at the price of the phone itself. In fact, he also stared intently at Fatira, but basically Fatira's sensitivity was zero percent so he did not feel the gripping aura changes that were in front of him.
In fact Fatira felt that the fur of his horse stood because of the activities of invisible creatures around him because their current location is in the area of Java which is still a little thick with mystical-mystic so he cuek just while not interrupting.
Without Babibu Darren standing up to make the chair he was sitting in back, no one dared to rebuke seeing the cold face and sharp eyes that Darren was emitting.
Fatira who saw it immediately gawked at why her little boss suddenly tantrums without cause, she also rushed to stand up and apologized to the Staff who had wanted to reprimand Darren, and some people who still stand by in the lounge one of them to the man who had Fatira made the object of conversation. Fatira apologized while bowing her body while cupping her hands in front of her chest.
Fatira walked after Darren first, arriving at Fatira peswat no stop amazed his lips repeatedly amazed to see the facilities and interior of the private jet he was riding.
"Wjy Group?" muttered Fatira looked towards the emblem that was on the leather upholstered chair.
'This has Wijaya Group???' the pekikin' in heart.
Then he opened the catalog available on the table right in front of him.
'Anjirrr!!! So all this time I've been enslaved to the rich! Woww' Fatira himself knows the price of the aircraft he is currently boarding is not a little, judging from how many passenger seats and luxurious interior and do not forget the operational costs, as well as the cost, Fatira could not be sure how rich the Boss' family was.
While beside him Darren had only noticed Fatira's funny behavior even though still with eyes that look cold, any anger he still his eyes will not be able to switch from a Fatira. Darren's heart and eyes have all been adrift by Fatira Ayunda, the bar girl whose level is Zero percent.
At this time he was trying to subside the emotions that had reigned in his soul, he realized if he had severe temperamental nature. So he had preferred to leave rather than explode, he was afraid Fatira would stay away from him because of the nature he had and he did not want it.
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While on the other hand, precisely in the capital there is a man who has lately been overwhelmed with excitement because the message he sent from Three days ago was not responded to at all.
"Busyett! I thought it was just the coolness of the Ujang aja asem but after I looked at the face of the lo kok even more cool" said a girl who was entering the workspace of her cousin's sister.
While the man was even upset to see the arrival of his cousin's sister who would definitely add to the complexity that was in his brain.
"Sir, your phone where the hell is in the museum-in.. Said mami lo told nemenin his daughter lunch later" cried Shella, he was very upset because he constantly got terror phone calls from his cousin's mother.
His cousin's brother is none other than the King of the End Ceo Daily News who is looking heavy.
"Same mami, I have a lot of work that can not be disturbed" ketus Raja, said, he knows the ulterior purpose of his mother who in the name (nemenin his friend's child lunch) he can already smell the scents of matchmakers who are mamannya playan.
Already one year ago his mother aggressively introduced him to the child of his friend, even almost every month he will be terrorized continuously with the question King when to marry?? The King was fed up with the question, so he was lazy to attend his own family events to secure his mentality.
"Yes eahh.. Who bothers elo who is bambank! Mami just tell elo maksi (lunch) ama her daughter, udeh that's aja" fierce Shella.
The king sighed tiredly, dizzy thinking of ways to stop his mama to introduce herself to various women, yes, all this time, it is only the introductory stage because every first time you meet the King immediately to be cold and indifferent or most ridiculous he will admit to same-sex enthusiasts only one goal so that girls the one she introduced would never ask to see her again for the second time.
"What's the matter again, brother?" shella asked softly, she watched her cousin look like she had an accident.
"Udah Three days he doesn't bales me" cried the lethargic King.
"Haah? Who doesn't bales who the hell??" shella was confused.
"Fatira... He didn't bales my message"
"WHAT! Elo call him?" shella asked and immediately answered the weak nod of the King.
"Try here I see lo Wa what ama him, napa sampe not in bales" Shella took the King's phone lying on top of a pile of files, he said, the owner was sitting on the chair closed his eyes.
"HAHAHA... If elo Wa begins ama bebeb me there elo even considered a pedophile boy who again nyari prey tau not" said Shella laughed loudly to make a ngik-ngik sound.
