THE CEO OF BRONDONG

Chapter 6.

With a heavy heart Fatira finally received the punishment which she thought was very annoying.

The maker smiled, winning with no burden and no guilt.

Making Fatira gatel his hand, he really wanted to use his javelin throwing skill at school today to throw the boss's head using the high heels he bought at a discounted price.

"Huhh" Fatira sighed while twitching the base of her nose, dizzy thinking of social service for four days.

' Overtime cemented future candidates when again' kekeh Darren in the heart.

He glanced at Fatira who seemed to be swearing at her inwardly.

Not that darren's heartache even fell overjoyed at imagining it.

He has a tactic will attract the attention of tyra and make him upset first against him so that he will get used to the presence of darren.

It does not feel like the clock shows half eight, it seems they are a workaholic couple, if they work until they do not know the time.

"Ahh finally "relieved Fatira while relaxing her slightly tense muscles due to sitting too long.

" Sir is eight and a half" Fatira said.

" Hem, yes "replies darren while tidying up his files.

" I'll have fried rice breakfast tomorrow" he continued.

Fatira clicked her tongue and answered only a nod of her head.

He was afraid that answering would get into trouble again.

" What are you going home??" ask Darren.

" I sir? " tanya Fatira pointed at herself.

" There's nobody but us" Darren replied.

" Oh I ride the motor pack " replied Fatira while pressing the elevator button for the parking lot and lobby for the big boss.

" Oh" said Darren disappointed.

Though he hopes that if Fatira does not bring his own vehicle, later he will be offered a ride and deliver it all mode.

Perfect is not the thing.

But he had to swallow disappointed turns out the imagination does not match reality.

" How did you go there?? " ask darren astonished.

" I can't ride a bike in a shirt like this" Fatira pointed to herself.

Fatira immediately paid a farewell to Darren who was just staring at him deeply.

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This morning Fatira was struggling in her mother's kitchen. It is still late afternoon the possibility of people in his house still sleeping, usually at this hour Fatira is also still sleeping but because there is a Special Request from the Boss, he becomes a babu in his own home.

Had been eliminated from the nasp so the subordinate was nguenes huehehehe.

The seafood fried rice menu is served on the table, Fatira all cook a lot for breakfast mom and sister.

" Hemmm, what kind of fragrance does ayu cook? " ask Fania who just got off on the first floor.

Yes, since Fatira decided to move to Jakarta he bought a very simple house from the sale of a house in Bandung first then the rest for his mother's capital to open a bakery and catering business. Alhamdulillah after walking for almost four years more, his mother's business is more advanced until a year ago they can renovate the house and buy a shophouse located one floor not far from his house, only ten minutes by motorbike.

Fania is now preparing the thesis and after graduation she plans to help mom expand her business to the Wedding Organizer and the investor is Fatira herself.

" Seafood fried rice menu mainstay mbak ayu dong" said Fatira while grinning.

" I'm trying it out" Fania's pinta,

" It's so good!!" peekik fania's.

" Ck usual aja dong, I'm a good cook times, this mah small for Fatira mah" cocky Fatira snapped his fingers.

" Yaudah join yuk make Caffe kayaknya again hits really in Jakarta" said Fania spirit.

" Ogah, another kasian owner caffe ntar on the out of bed if my rival" said Fatira wagging her limp hair. Not taking a shower, it must be lepek.

Fania was careless to see her brother who was somplak since to Jakarta her brother's brain sliding one hundred and eighty drajat from the beginning.

Fania clicked her tongue and asked

" Don't you have any acquaintance with the project person?" ask Fania seriously.

" What do "ask Fatira confused.

"Gue really want numbalin mbak so the tumbal project "answer fania laugh.

Fatira opened her eyes to her laughing sister.

" The basis of lucknut lo yaaaa" said Fatira while trying to hit the head of fania using her mother's favorite sutil.

" No weeeee" Ejek fania ran around the dining table.

" Here looooo" go after Fatira.

" Lo gausaha mak kayak little boy chasing me, I just pity the waist mbak who has started to gout" added Fania increasingly mocking.

" Faniaaaa" cried Fatira.

" Mom remember mbak bertar again head Three "ledek fania.

" Usah deh mbak if it is already old that it can not be hidden" added Fania.

" May marriage dong mbak, Beautiful yes no behavior"

Hearing his sister's words made Fatira more eager to pursue her sister.

" Happp. nah can be lo " said Fatira pounced on fania panting.

" Ohh, I'm sorry" cried fania.

" Punish?? Haha I from earlier really want to crush your head as nyabein tuh mouth let me talk keinget doom" said Fatira smiling smirk.

" Mom don't dong" fania whine trying to seize the sutil so as not to hit him.

Plastik

" What are you doing as sutil ibuuuuuu" shouted bu fatma.

Without ba bi bu bu fatma immediately fussed the ears of two girls.

" Oh buu!!! " pekik fania.

" Aw ibuuu is in pain" whined Fatira.

" Mother heartache!! why your mother's favorite item is broken" she screamed right in both ears of her daughter.

" Please, Fatira will change for the better" whined fatira.

" Ouch!!! yes ma'am Fatira much money kok ask him to change the same "added fania like a stove mbleduk.

" You will not know how the struggle of mother with sutil if you stay up again!! " angry Ms. Fatma.

" Yes ma'am sorry, later Ayu replace all the same who can already automatically stir themselves, without mother holding" beg Fatira.

" You don't think you can stir yourself!!" ma Fatma was angry.

" Aw aw aw, Ibuu aduh ibuu" whine Fatira who turns out her mother even adds to the strength of her jewelry.

" Syukurinn" Fania's ledge stuck out her tongue.

Fatira just glanced sharply at her lucky sister.

While the expression in pelototin? Do not ask again, fania even laughed out loud seeing her mother tortured.

" Ibuu, Ayu apologizes later Ayu change the same, from the same seller model" whined Fatira.

" Yes right" asked mom to make sure.

" The handle should also be the same as the mother's hand" he continued .

Fatira nodded her head in agreement.

" Okay, I'm sorry" said Ms. Fatma as she removed her hand to Fatira's ear.

" Thank you mom" said Fatira as she stroked her hot ears, then walked to the dinner table for breakfast together.

" She's arrogant overdose is directly paid to tunaikan karmanya" ledek Fania while glancing at Bu Fatma.

" Buuuu, Liat tuh si fania from earlier ledekin mbak" said Fatira.

"Dihhh, Udah gede still CEPU!!" sewot Fania's.

" It looks like I have to give Bi Sumi a leave of absence today, you happen to be underworked?" ma'am Fatma said without seeing her two daughters.

Fania and Fatira glanced at each other as if they knew the meaning of their mother's words, without their cues immediately finishing breakfast.

At home it was like there was an unseen rule that had been agreed by Fatira and Fania that

*It is forbidden to awaken the Queen Mother from her hermitage, or to end your riyayat!*.

But unfortunately you must have a sibling who must have jail eleven twelve equal dakjal.

Want the taste of chopping meat and then made so gulai beuuhh, Enjoy the World!!.

After breakfast, Fatira went straight to her room to take a shower and change clothes before leaving for a day.

" Mom, Ayu's leaving" said Fatira.

" Yes, this all dessert brought, mother again make a new menu you love the value yes" said mother.

Fatira just nodded and stuffed it into her doraemon backpack.

" Don't forget Mother Sutil!!" Mom shouted as Fatira got on the bike.

' Ohh, Sutil again' Inner Fatira while patting her forehead, who unfortunately even hit the Helm.

The clock shows eight is less than a quarter, as usual after the tyra changed costumes to his nervous suit he immediately prepared breakfast for the big boss before eight.

Exactly eight o'clock the door opened and it must have been the big boss.

At this time Fatira little know other than workaholic turned out his boss was a very timely person and most likely he was also a perfectionist.

' It will be heavy like my life some time ahead' insisted Fatira.

" Is this you cooking yourself? " Task Darren.

" Yes sir" replied Fatira.

' Wish to tell bi sumi ' Inner Fatira.

" Hemm, Delicious" Praise Darren.

" I want to eat Coto Makasar tomorrow morning" Darren said in a command tone.

" Not all soto medan same rawon sir" asked Fatira with a cynical tone.

" Wah soto medan is okay as well" Darren replied without burden.

Fatira immediately glared her eyes almost out of place.

' SWEAR!!! My boss rese gilaaaa' Inner Fatira frustrated.