The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 44: The Consequences of Settings

If he could he'd love to hitch a ride to Mars or all to Jupiter. It's too early if he leaves for work. But how else, than in the morning billed an appointment, mending escape.

With his head bowed on his desk, Saras continued to sleep. His working hours started at eight, and by six in the morning he had already walked into the office. The security in front was astonished at him.

Saras is the type of person who easily sleeps anywhere and in any position. Instead of sleeping lying down to make the blouse he wears tangled, mending sleep with a sitting position more safe and humane.

Busy vegetables began to tickle Saras' ears. He blinked his eyes a few times. Gathering the remnants of consciousness that were scattered. Saras forgot where he was. But then the handsome face before his eyes was successful in making his heart collapse. Saras. Since when did that rancid assistant boss sit before him. Tenan asem. Hardness in the heart.

Even so he can only grimace stupidly, "eeee... Is there anything I can ban-tu- sir?"

"Good morning miss Saraswati. Is your dream beautiful?" The original smile is very sweet, the sweet ranking Saras fear of contracting diabetes. Even his smile was beating the sunlight in the morning. Bright is not cloudy at all.

"Ma-af sir, I'm not on purpose. hmm..."Saras felt guilty for sleeping at work. He should have woken up before people started coming.

"Aaa. just relax. It hasn't started working hours yet. Ten minutes to go." said Jamal, raising his wrist, where an expensive watch was attached.

Saras straightened his seat, in addition to fear if he got reprimanded he was also embarrassed because earlier during sleep he must have been very bad. Jeez Saras forgot to check if there were any curse lights that wet his desk. Ah Saras it feels like cosplay is just a wall decoration. Don't be a lizard on the wall.

"Why are you here? can I help you?" Fix safe, dry table, lucky Saras ga drooling fitting earlier.

Still in cool style and looking relaxed, instead of going, Jamal crossed his legs and leaned on the shoulder of the chair. Looks like he enjoyed seeing Saras sleeping earlier. "I used to come here early in the morning, but it seems like someone deliberately avoided it" he said. "Today I was lucky,"

"Ehem..." Saras berdehem. Want to expel him kog his position is nothing compared to this man. But if not expelled kog he feels at home. "I don't know what you mean. Soon working hours begin, if there is no interest. Can I start working?"

Jamal snorted out a rough breath. "Alright, then give me time to be able to chat with you both. Lunch or maybe go home?"

You are shameless, unprofessional! Maybe he was talking about personal things during work hours and all eyes in this room were clearly stealing a look at us.

As if he could read Saras' mind, Jamal bragged. "That's because you never returned messages from me. Avoid when I come."

"I even know you never want to accept the gift I give you."

"Couldn't you?"

Saras heart rumbles great, he is happy to be working here. But if there is a boss like this, of course, he feels uncomfortable. "Sorry sir, I can't. I can't promise anything."

"No lunch or work together."

"I'm still new here, even my status is still a contract. I hope you can be more professional." said Saras, presumptuous indeed, but he felt he had the right to speak.

Jamal choked, not believing him in reprimanding his own subordinates. But no problem, the flag of love has dared Jamal fluttering. He won't back down at all. "Hmm.. okay.. I make sure to go home from work you sit in the car with me, later in the afternoon!" Jamal smiled at the devil. After saying that Jamal left. No matter the look of other employees.

Saras was really frustrated this time. Yesterday he was able to avoid, but this time he was already cornered, either right angle what angle taper, at home or in the office is equally uncomfortable.

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In the afternoon, after the brain feels tired because it has been all day processing data. Saras plans to stop by the Padang stall, order rice with a portion of mosquito, aka jumbo portions in order to have the strength to face his ashes later at home. When on the way out of the area, suddenly the motor is screwed.

Saras lowered the speed, and pulled over intending to check if the motorcycle tire is fine or vice versa.

And it turned out to be true, Saras motorbike tire padlocks. Losing a lot of wind made him squash. As well as having, many problems make themselves look good and almost give up.

Ah shit!

If this is the case, looking for tire repair shops is more important than looking for Padang stalls. The back tire of Saras's motorbike was loose, he was forced to guide his motorbike. Tired and hungry. Saras felt like crying. It feels sad to be in this position. Suppose there is Paijo, Saras wants to be invited.

Tin...! tin...!

Car horns with fast and loud intonation disperse if Saras. The girl turned her head and found a black car had stopped behind her.

"Need a ride?"

Saras scrunched his forehead, a very annoying coincidence. "No, thank you sir. I need a tire repair shop, not a ride!"

"Haishhh... kog is so fierce? I'm good hlo volunteering to help."

"Rememember 'me, there's no workshop nearby here. You feel sorry for your feet? not afraid of parises when invited to walk miles?"

Already outside the office environment, maybe that's why Jamal talk more relaxed. Me you? Saras was even more puffed up.

"No! I can be alone. Don't worry about my feet. I'm sure he'll be fine." Saras moved to guide his motorbike again. Jamal was silent. He followed Saras' steps and walked along.

"Then I join the road, I can't bear to see women pushing their own motorbike anyway. Even if I offered to replace your position, you wouldn't want to."

Saras was getting more upset, his facial features had hardened. Men do not know themselves.

"Please sir, please pass by first. I don't need to be with you!"

"Do I have to shout for help, and tell people that you're bothering me?"

"Please scream, I'll say that you're my wife who's craving. They won't dare to interfere in our affairs!"

Saras's shoulders sag, free talk insistent same assistant boss who in addition to the rancid possibility also crazy. Saras was silent with vengeance. Still strong walk a few steps, but ngos-ngosan also turned out. Moreover, the man beside him is like having a full spare battery. Ranting all the way.

"What did I say? there hasn't been a workshop so far, has there?"

"Have not been stubborn, let Samson take care of your bike. We're going to get the car back. I'll take you home!"

Saras was tired of lethargy now, the sun that was bright in the afternoon was now sinking towards the night. Saras was more afraid that night would come, not afraid of suddenly becoming a wolf, but afraid because there were many wolves in the street. Including the man next to him.

Jamal quickly pulled Saras's hand, walking back to his car. Saras is helpless. Besides walking following Jamalun's footsteps.

"If you weren't stubborn, we might have gotten to your house" Jamal said, starting his car. Saras sat silent a thousand languages. Mode locks the mouth because it is resigned.

"I'm hungry, how do we eat?"

If it can not be well, Jamal is determined to force. He felt that he had completely fallen in love with Saras. After being rejected by Elena, only this time Jamal felt the vibration of love again. He doesn't want to waste time. Hit, hit, bat bet!

"My earrings home!" saras replied with cold eyes. Jamal could feel a real aura of anger. Saras was already angry. But only in this second did Jamal feel, if the girl next to him was angry almost shed tears.

"Sorry...."

Jamal felt outrageous, especially he had been acting to order the factory security to sabotage Saras's leaking motorcycle tires. So this is all just the setting.

I'm stupid! how could I make him cry...

Along the way the two are only silent, Saras with his myriad of tiredness and Jamal with his guilt.

"Stop, get here. That's my house." Saras took off his seat belt and got off. Jamal followed Saras.

"Saras.. I..."

"Sorry at this time I can not offer you to stop by, my mood is bad. I hope you understand."

"Thank you for driving me home" still with a cold look Saras turned around to enter, but his hand was pulled by Jamal.

"Wait..."

"I'm sorry if it forces you too much" Saras looked at his wrist, and it was enough to make Jamal understand that he had to let go immediately.

"I'm sorry." he said.

Saras said nothing more. In addition to shouting call his house security to open the towering iron fence. Instantly, a tall skinny man was struggling to open the gate.

"Where is Saras motor?"

Saras silently did not answer. Just walk in a hurry to get into the house.

Outside the fence two men could only stare at Saras from a distance, until Saras's back disappeared behind the door.

Jamal's car slowly moved away, went away and was lost at the turn of the alley. While the other man, sitting unmoved on his motorbike. Intending to give a surprise even he himself was surprised.

to be continue....

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