The Secret of Office Girl

18. You're Too Late

Monday came to welcome all workers who mostly face gloomy because their holidays have changed.

Back to that routine.

Getting stuck in the morning has become their breakfast every Monday. Rows of cars honking each other impatiently want to go forward.

And among the rows of snaking vehicles, there was a car that took Nakula and Kirana to the Irawan Group office building.

“Nakula, I'm down here,” Kirana told the driver.

“But it's still far from the office, plus it's stuck. Brother will be late to work later,” explained Nakula.

Kirana clucked in annoyance.

“There is no other option,” said Kirana directly down from the car.

He ran to the side of the road to look for the ojek, even though from inside the car he was yelled at by Nakula.

What's okay, office people can be suspicious if he got off one car with the company president.

During this time, Kirana always tried not to know Nakula if she was working as an office girl.

Nakula who could not prevent her brother was only able to resign. Because the horn of the car behind him has been roaring.

Nakula finally drives her car, leaving Kirana.

While what Kirana expected did not go smoothly. It is very difficult to find a motorcycle taxi or public vehicle that goes to his office when it is stuck like this.

As a result, exactly as Nakula expected, Kirana came to the office at an almost perfect time. He ran to the entrance of the existing Irawan Group building Clara welcomed him there.

Clara stood up while folding her hands in front of her chest. The bag with the brand ‘kremes’ hangs on his arm, and the cold gaze he gave to the girl who ran small towards him.

“You're late, village lady,” scorn Clara.

Raya glanced at the circular watch on Clara's wrist. Fortunately, Raya arrived at eight o'clock.

“Do you not see? I came right at the office entrance hour,” said Raya relaxed and was about to barge in.

However, Clara immediately stretched out her hands to block the highway.

“You think this is a legacy company from your grandfather. Play in the work as you please.”

Raya clucked in annoyance, wrapped her eyeballs, lazily responding to Clara's ravings.

“Indeed this company is the legacy of my grandfather. Then why?”

Hearing that, Clara laughed out loud.

“You are yes, in addition to the actor, it turns out you are also a hammers. Mending you lift foot from this company deh,” mock Clara while grinning.

Raya sighed, she bluntly had no time to serve Clara. Again he left.

However, just one step of Raya's hair had already been grabbed by Clara's hand which was like a chicken claw. Long-nailed and painted black.

The Great Reflexes complain of pain. Not to be outdone, he also grabbed the tip of the lion's hair Clara.

And there was a hair-pulling race between Clara and Raya that became the center of attention of many people.

Both Clara and Raya were equally strong in gripping the enemy's hair.

All eyes that saw them instead of separating, instead added to the heat by backing each camp.

Actually Raya can do more than just grab hair. It's even easy to break all of Clara's bones.

But he refused to do it. Clara will pretend to be a victim in this case.

Until the race ended because there was one man who stood as a separation between Clara and Raya. That man was Raka Abhimanyu.

“What is this?” tanya Raka threw a glance at the two women who were now haired disheveled.

“Raka, I'm teaching that woman a lesson. He no guilt has come too late, I will make sure he is fired right now,” roared Clara glared and pointed at Raya.

Raka gave a quick glance at Raya, then looked at Clara again with careless eyes.

“Clara, haven't you just arrived?”

“Ops,”

Clara's fierce face changed. He smiled shyly and misbehaved.

Then, he also acted like a boss who reprimanded employees not becus.

“Kok you know, Raka? You're the same attention as me huh?” clara asked in a spoiled manner and displayed a smile as sweet as possible.

It was a pity that Raka did not even see Clara's smile, because now she looked straight at Raya.

“Come, we're in, baby!” take Raka directly to grab Raya's hand.

Then the two of them walked hand in hand, highlighted by the flabbergasted gazes of the people there. Including Clara.

Did they not hear wrong? Secretary Raka calls Raya the office girl with affection.

Raya who felt uncomfortable got a glance, immediately threw a hand to escape. However, of course, Raka would not allow it.

The man looked back seriously at his lover after they were in the deserted corridor.

“You're late because your boarding is far away. Aye right?”

Raya just lowered her head and sighed. Only that reason makes sense.

“I bought you an apartment. Go home later we go there,”

“What? You bought him an apartment?” shouted Clara who turned out to stalk the two lovebirds from behind.

Serempak Raka and Raya turned to Clara who approached while putting on a fierce face.

“Yes. And then?” sahut Raka's.

“Raka, awake! You are being saved the same Kingdom, and your property will be drained out by village actors like him,” Clara snapped like a possessed person.

“Clara, please!” raka said firmly.

“Do not call Raya by that designation. She's my girlfriend, I want to buy her anything, it's up to me.”

“K-you guys dating?” ask Clara flabbergasted. Glancing at Raka and Raya alternately.

“It's not that easy you're showing me, Raka. We've been betrothed since we were Junior High,” Clara roared and her eyes bulged.

Raka grinned as well as snorted in annoyance.

“Fuck with our matchmaking. You also know long ago I did not want to be betrothed. Especially with you.”

Seeing the increasingly hot conditions, Raya pulled Raka's arm so that the burning did not become a public spectacle.

However, before Raya manages to drag Raka along, a voice interrupts the debate between Raka and Clara.

Everyone looked at the source of the voice. Instantly they looked down upon the person in front of them.

“You think this office is a market! If you want to fight, remove your name tag and then get out of here,” firmly Nakula while circulating the gaze staring at employees one by one.

Although his remarks were indicated for Raka and Clara, however, Nakula also wanted to warn the other employees.

She smiled thinly without anyone seeing. He was proud because slowly his sister showed leadership.

“Clara, please go to your work desk!” nakula's decree was immediately obeyed by the woman, after a hateful glance at Raya.

“Raya, you make me coffee, then drive to my room.”

“Good, Master,” Kingdom bowed to Nakula, and stepped away.

“You, Raka. I'm asking for a proposal that yesterday is already on my desk right now.”

***

Raka delivered the proposal requested by Nakula to her room. Once at the door, he heard a voice that if an adult heard it would think twice.

What is Mr Nakula doing?

Raka put an ear on the door leaf. Sharpen hearing.

Not wrong again, it was indeed the voice of Mr. Nakula who was very seducing.

“Ya, delicious. Auw. harder. Ah, um.”

Encouraged by high curiosity, Raka opened the door without first knocking on it, and she was flabbergasted by what she saw.

“Mr Nakula? Kingdom?”