The Young Master's Love Story
CHAPTER 28
The message from Bunga that he was worried about happened, he who was confused had to reply and find out what reason so that Bunga could accept his mother's invitation to come to his house.
Rasya who was reluctant to reply to a message from Bunga he paled and typed a message to reply to the message. Starting to think again when typing a message he immediately contacted without thinking again.
Tut's... Tut's... Tut's...
The call went on no answer from the call made Rasya afraid that Bunga was angry and refused the invitation of his mother.
A few minutes later, the call was connected and the melodious voice he longed for was heard by Rasya. The overwhelming pleasure that Rasya felt at this moment when he heard that voice.
"Hello..," said the flower over there.
"Asalamualaikum..," instead of answering Flowers' greeting, Rasya greeted a more polite greeting.
Making Flowers wrong behavior made. If it looks certain Flowers are shy and want to hide, fortunately Flowers are in his apartment at this time so he does not have to see his shy face at this time.
"Waalaikumsalam," replied Bunga from there who was so nervous.
"What's up? Contacting me?" continued again. He was afraid that this would have something to do with his work.
"I just want to make sure that you can fulfill my Mother's invitation" said Rasya who was so cold. He actually felt ashamed and afraid of the Flower rejecting the invitation of the Mother.
Flowers fell silent, he was reluctant to answer his current superior's questions. It felt indecisive and unpleasant with presumptuous he agreed to the request of his mother superior.
"Sorry, Sir. At my presumption, I accepted his invitation without asking first from the father." replied Bunga who was so nervous afraid of the answer of his superior.
"It's okay, I'm happy for the answer you can accept my Mother's invitation. Please help me to be my fake boyfriend, like yesterday was done by you the other day." said Rasya who remembers the incident that happened at that time, when Bunga claimed to be his girlfriend.
At once the Flower's face reddened like a boiled crab, although until Rasya saw it at this time. Flowers must be ashamed of him.
"You can, right?" ask Rasya again.
"But, Sir?" answer the Flowers that want to protest. He didn't want to go any further on the lies he was doing right now. Yesterday he was threatened from his job to make Bunga would not want to do it for his job so as not to be fired.
"Why? You don't want to, you start this charade and you also have to continue what you started. I do not want any rejection or any reason, Understand..," said Rasya who threatened to keep Bunga would obey his orders. He was actually afraid when the Flower would reject him.
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Over there, Bunga was frustrated because of the threat of his superiors who carelessly to him. This is also his mistake to have to plunge into a love affair that somehow suddenly Bunga felt a different difference.
When you want to choose the right clothes to come to the residence of his superiors at the invitation of his parents. Flowers start to be confused to choose clothes that fit and polite.
He picked up a dress that was so suitable for him suddenly his apartment bell rang indicating someone was coming. Flowers put their clothes on the bed and went out of their room to meet someone who came.
Chequek...
When Bunga opened the door, a courier brought some paper bags that were so big.
"Excuse me, Miss. I delivered your order," said the courier, handing over all the items so much.
Make Flowers wonder and wonder, who ordered this much order. He who never ordered from anyone only gawked when the items were moved into his hands.
"But, I didn't order any bang" replied the Flower who still received the item. He was forced to accept it because the courier handed it to him.
"This is an order on behalf of Mr. Rasya son of Wijaya, Miss. Please sign over here, and don't complicate my situation," replied the courier who handed over the booklet for signature.
Flowers also gawk made, since when his boss knows about where he lives now. He never told anyone except his family and his half-brother.
After delivering the goods, the courier was flattering and left Bunga with so many items with such a famous brand.
Flowers took her and began to open one by one. He was stunned when he opened up such a beautiful and elegant shirt.
Suddenly he was surprised by a message notification from his phone. Flowers turned their eyes to her phone and picked it up to check the message.
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[Wear it for tonight, I've prepared everything. Don't let me down, I'll wait an hour.]
