The Tomboy's

Aksa: The Beautiful Arneta

I was sitting leaning back while listening to Ranma's voice read out a report file from one of the departments in the company that I manage.

My attention is somewhat inconsistent because it always imagined the charm of Arneta. Yup, the beautiful daughter of the director of PT Nininananina it has succeeded I gaet. It didn't take long, we were close. Maybe my soul mate is Arneta this time? Just met for a moment it was suitable. Very different from the Ranma because from the beginning we always bickering. Even though we've known each other for a month, we can't get along at all.

"Sir, are you listening to me?"

Ranma interrupted me.

"Yes, I heard. Continue on!"

"That man's hobby is plagiarism!"

Ranma. But I don't care about his innuendo. Tuh right? this one woman is indeed innate likes to invite noisily. How can I stand being her husband, try?

"Sir! there's a gift for you!"

Ranma walked towards the sofa and picked up something from the paper bag lying on it.

"This, Sir!" Ranma came back and handed a chewy thing to me.

"What's this?" ask me while staring confusedly at that chewy blob.

"That's squishi, sir. Children's toys, anyway. But it can also make adult toys." Ranma explains the function of the object.

"What's this stuff like, how's it playin?" I protested, because I didn't think it was interesting at all.

"The play is quite squeezed, but Mr. while imagining squeezing his milk factory Miss Arneta!" ramma answered without feeling sinful.

My reflexes followed Fiza's instructions, but the next second I realized that she was being bullied.

"Damn, Lo!" I cursed while throwing the chewy thing towards Fiza who is now being broken because it managed to prank me.

"Mistake yourself Father even dreamy preoccupation. My tongue's up this curly lo!"

Replace Fiza who protested me.

"Yes you get paid to do the job, so don't protest!"

I reprimanded in a loud tone, making Ranma instantly speechless.

I saw Ranma sigh, then he put the file on my table.

"Do I have to accept the offer to become an artist, yes?"

I looked at Ranma in disbelief. If there is no Ranma, who will help me negotiate with those arrogant relations. Who will help me explain plus seduce the leaders of partner companies to sign a contract of cooperation with my company? You see, honestly, the existence of Ranma turned out to be very helpful to me in getting a cooperation contract that was worth billions of rupiah.

I never answered, someone came into my room.

"Arnet?"

"Cummer, beib! I happened to pass in front of your office. So I'm all stopping by."

With graceful steps, Arneta immediately approached me and without shame immediately dropped his wacky body into my lap.

Well this is a really cool chick luring the hood up from sleep.

I glanced at Ranma who was looking at me with a look I could hardly describe. Then my hand signaled for him to come out of my office.

After bending down, Ranma came out of my room. I immediately started making out with Arneta.

I love that removable milk factory.

"Beib, it's still noon ah! Arneta sulks spoiled.

"But I want you baby!"

I smell Arnet's neck which emits the fragrance of expensive perfumes. It makes my voltage higher and uncontrollable.

Arnet giggled amusedly. His gentle voice made me drunk. Duh I so remember the hood who has been fasting for a month, Sob! He'd want to hang out with Arneta.

I leaned in to reach for the phone. It turned out that the one who made the call was Kanjeng mami.

"Please stand up, baby! Kanjeng my mom wants to take this video call!" I rebuked Arneta because of the sudden state of emergency.

With a sullen face, Arnet stood up from my lap. I glanced at the phone that was still ringing noisily asking to be lifted. Basic kanjeng mami, can - usually disturb his son who is busy dating.

"Assalamualaikum Kanjeng Mami Darling!"

"Vaalaikumsalam. Kowe suwe so much le lift phone iku mergane again opo?"

(Waalaikumsalam. You picked up that phone a long time ago because of what you were doing)

Busyet, huh! My mom's radar is really top markotop. I became suspicious of Ranma who had reported to kanjeng mami.

"There are guests, Mi." I lie to calm my heart.

"Sopo tamune?"

(Who's the guest?)

"Arneta, Mommy!"

My answer made my mom's face was - was. You see, I have not told you about my new beautiful ghost this year.

"Fiza and endi?"

(Where's pizza?)

"So Aksa asked her to get out of the room, Mi. Maybe it's in the cafeteria now."

"Sesuk neh, laughing at Arnet teapot. Fiza kon ngancani!"

(Tomorrow, if Arnet comes. Fiza told me to accompany!)

"Mami Featured. Sendiko dhawuh!"

(Yes mommy, ready to go)

I'm just asking kanjeng mami, to be safe, Sob. I do not want to go home from the office to be welcomed to throw a collection of sandals and shoes kanjeng mami which number in the tens.

"Yo wes, Fiza invited by mlebuyo, Yo! Assalamualaikum!"

(Yes, Fiza hunted called to enter, yes. Assalamualaikum!)

"Getishalight."

Video call from kanjeng mami makes the veil void spread, Sob. Kanjeng mami I was glad that his son became imp*t*n.

Because I don't want to be a bad boy, I follow the request of kanjeng mami. I called Ranma to come back into my room.

Ranma entered while carrying a tray containing two glasses of lemon tea ice. It was Arneta's favorite drink. Deu, I'm such an assistant. If he doesn't exist, this can be fucked up.

Ah. I remember Ranma's words. He wants to accept the proposal of Lanang to become an artist? I guess I'm not willing, right? But isn't that what I want? Ending an arranged marriage between me and Ranma is a mission I am on. I already have Arneta, so Ranma also deserves to find his happiness. Isn't that right, man?

I looked at Arnet and Ranma who were talking on the sofa. Two very different women.

"Sir Arneta, teach me how to dance and be as beautiful as Ma'am, dong?"

The question Ranma asked Arneta made me laugh.

"The dream time you can be beautiful because of dressing up, and even look like ondel - ondel!"

"Let's look like ondel - ondel, but there are artist managers who are interested in making me a celebrity, sir!"

I was silent. "Lo the longer the more pinter aja actually reply to my innuendo?"I looked at Ranma with anxiety. There's no such thing as peace between the two of us, which there are each other's prickly pranks, like Tom and Jerry.

Tbc