The Right Choice

In Fabian's lap

Every inch of Micah's body that Radit peppered was enough to piss him off.

"Why should I think of that? Ahh," said Fabian inwardly as he rubbed his face rough.

"Already Sir," Micah said as he approached Fabian intending to turn off his computer, Fabian's sharp gaze stopped Micah's steps.

"Excuse me sir, I want to shut down the computer!" said Micah.

Irritatedly Fabian stomped his feet so that the chair he was sitting on retreated backwards with a sharp glare of eyes still staring at Micah. As Fabian advanced his chair his knee hit Micah's back leg, causing Micah to sit on his lap.

I don't know what Fabian was thinking but his heart was boiling when he imagined Radit peppering Micah, when in reality let alone peppering to see Micah unclothed and Radit closed his eyes.

Micah gasped in shock at Fabian's actions, feeling something stuck that he was sitting on as soon as his hand held the corner of the table and immediately stood up.

"Why?" fabian asked as he pulled the corner of his lip next to him.

Micah took a breath and turned his body to look at Fabian.

"Why? I have to ask, Father why?"

"I'm fine," replied Fabian flatly.

"Wantas you deliberately advance the chair so that I sit on the lap of the Father?"

"I didn't move up the chair, I was behind you. It is precisely you who want to sit on my lap" Elak Fabian.

"Huh? I want to sit on your lap?" mikha asked, pointing to herself.

"Yes, it could be" replied Fabian.

"That's not possible!" said Micah.

"Why?"

"Because I am not Alena" Micah replied.

"And I'm not Radit, is that what it means?"

"Radit won't do that" Micah replied.

"Because Radit did more than that" guessed Fabian who until recently thought that Radit had an illicit relationship with Micah.

"As for you, the rain is gone. Excuse me for coming home!"

Micah picked up the bag and set his foot to get out of Fabian's room.

"Wait!" Fabian and Micah stopped their steps without turning their heads.

"You're coming home with me!"

"Are you going to take a taxi?"

"Use the car that's here,"

"I'm going to take a taxi" Micah refused, stepping his feet.

"I don't like to be argued!" fabian said following Micah's move.

"Absolutely, there's something I want to ask about Alena,"

"Hmmm ...,"

"Let's go in!" fabian's orders open the door and Micah is forced to enter Fabian's car. Fabian turned around the car and smiled.

Fabian immediately stepped on the accelerator and drove his car at mid-speed towards Fabian's house.

"You want what?" mikha asked looking annoyed.

"Who would want it?"

"So I said you want it." Micah pursed his lips.

"I didn't say that,"

"Kok here si? I want to go home, sir!"

"Yes, this is coming home, too,"

"The road is not here, sir,"

"Someone wants me to talk to you,"

"So, tell me now!"

"Later at home," Fabian and Micah refused, mimicking Fabian's annoyed words as he pursed his lips.

"Condition your lips!"

"What the hell?" micah's eyes whizzed.

"Down!" fabian orders while getting out of his car.

"Let's get off!" Fabian opens his car door and Micah is forced to follow Fabian's steps to get into his house.

"Gapain the guy over here? there was no one else," asked MIkha annoyed.

"You're the same boss there's no courtesy, calm down there is me!" fabian said as he sat on the sofa.

"I'm not working anymore sir,"

"You're my Personal Assistant, don't forget!"

"Hmmm ...,"

"I want to eat, please masakin!"

"Hadeh ...," complained MIkha as she kept her bag and stepped into the kitchen.

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Don't forget Micah! Your cooking can make people fall 'em down 'round.. 🤭🤭