The Young Master's Love Story
CHAPTER 12
"You are beautiful" said Rasya who came out of his mouth with a strange look, making the flower misbehavior. This was the first compliment from his superior that could be said to be rare.
"Huh, what sir?" ask Bunga who asked again and wanted to make sure his hearing was not wrong.
"No one, let's go straight to the cafe" replied Rasya who chuckled and embarrassed to have praised Bunga directly.
the two walked in tandem to the car park that had been prepared from earlier, Rasya who walked first and was followed by Bunga who held some files that he would discuss later in the restaurant. Without thinking Rasya also opened the car door for Bunga and let him enter first, make the heart of Flowers feel warm and comfortable when treated like that in front of everyone without shame with the position of Director he has.
The vehicle was traveling at a moderate speed, Rasya sat beside Bunga while holding a mobile phone in his hand. Occasionally Bunga glanced at his superior who focused on the flat object. Rasya just chuckled at the sight of his secretary stealing glances at him.
The car stopped at their destination, Rasya who first came down and opened the door for Bunga, he who was not happy with the behavior of his superiors who treated him well. It should be he who treats it to his superiors not the other way around.
The flower felt awkward and only smiled to cover up the awkwardness that Rasya did towards her.
Enter a restaurant that has been boxed by his personal assistant for a meeting with his coworkers from out of town, Rasya chose a primat room for his meetings with clients to avoid the noise and crowds of the restaurant.
Arriving at the place that has been ordered earlier, Rasya has seen the arrival of his clients who have sat with his friend. Rasya shook his client's hand and allowed him to sit back. The meeting was immediately started to reduce the time that is still crowded Rasya did.
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At the head office, Haris checked some of the files that were given by the office staff to check some parts that were not understood by the staff. He cursed his best friend who would like to give the work of others to him that is not his duty.
"Ih, you evil friend, you know in love with me, it's a good turn to forget your own best friend, even love in love with the girl forget her own best friend, same girl, and the most angry he left me here without any rations for lunch, you are Rasya too." murmured Haris who cursed his friend with a variety of babble.
After the meeting, Rasya and Bunga rushed back to the office and cleaned up the files that had been signed by both parties. This is the first tender project handled by Rasya himself, he needs to learn and ask the father about the decision on this matter.
The two reached the office, Rasya walked haughtily and Bunga walked quickly to keep up with his superior. Flourishing flowers to go to his room and work on the ones he had agreed on his cooperation.
Rasya walked into his room and occupied his personal assistant was relaxing while playing his phone. He immediately approached his friend who was busy replying to a message from whom.
Ehemm...
Deheman Rasya averted Haris's gaze from the screen of his phone, he turned his head and found that his boss and his best friend were already at his side without him noticing his arrival.
"When are you here?" asked Haris who was astonished by the arrival of his superior.
"Not work, want to eat blind pay?" rasha asked, instead of answering her best friend's question, she asked back.
"Hehehe, sorry boss. My work is done, it's just relaxed." replied Haris with a cry.
"Was there no other job?" ask Rasya again.
"Yes, Race. This brain needs rest first napa, just finished doing what is not my job, you really are the same me," haris protest that does not accept the behavior of his best friend who does not want to give a job without first telling his work.
Rasya did not answer, he sat in his great chair and checked the report and the one he had been working on with Bunga his secretary.
"Happy, out of where?" ask Haris who started kepo with his best friend.
"Where to meet!" rasha asked back.
"It's the aura, uh. By the way how does the cooperation with the client succeed?" ask Haris again.
"Successfully dong, who I was," said Rasya who prides himself.
"Curtain, lo style. Sok great, it's also the result of my brain also times," protested Haris who did not accept with the statement of his best friend that this tender he did it alone.
"Hehehe, sorry, Ris. Forgetting that there are other creatures in this room," answered Rasya who chuckled at the look on his friend's face who protested with his words.
"Emang lo mah kayak that long ago, do not think I exist, unless there is a new want to look for me to the burrow of ants, too,"
"Ras, have you eaten yet?" continued again.
"Udah just now during a meeting," Rasya replied casually.
"But you are your own best friend, wrap napa Ras one, O Allah have a friend who is not very sensitive yes, I am waiting for you to make lunch together, yes, uh who was waiting even forgot his own best friend," Haris grumbled without stopping.
Rasya who shook his head, he who was used to seeing his best friend like that. So no wonder his best friend protested about what makes the two always in arguing or dispute something ordinary.
Rasya also typed the message and put it again on the table, he will continue his work that is still piling up endless.
Haris kept babbling and talking about anything made him turn his head when the door was opened by a woman who was none other than the Flower of his secretary.
The flower carried several plastic bags containing food ordered by her boss through a message sent a few minutes ago, Flowers also put the order and resigned to retreat from this room after putting the plastic bag.
Haris who was surprised and immediately approached the table, he opened some plastic bags and he did not expect his best friend had ordered some food menu he wanted. Haris looked towards Rasya and said.
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Thanks, bro. No need I speech at length, it turns out you are sensitive to also be human. Hehe...
