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" Excuse me sir?" Santun Amel, opened the door after getting permission from inside to enter.

" Yes, you sit there first." Akbar's orders, pointing at the long sofa at the end of his room was not too big.

Amel nodded following Akbar's orders and sat quietly on the soft long sofa. It felt a little relieved to be able to sit well at this time, and try to lean his back on the sofa backrest.

Favoring?

Feels good when his back is leaning and slightly stretching when his boss is still busy at his desk. He wanted to lay his head on the back of the sofa, but it was impossible.if he did, he would be embarrassed if his boss found out.

Amel was called, because Akbar asked him to help him. But do not know what Akbar will give a job for him. His head was pulsating, his body was getting hotter and his eyes were getting sore to see. Amel was eager to close his eyes and lean back against the sofa.

There was no movement from Akbar who was still faithfully staring at the map sitting at his desk, Amel was a little annoyed. In addition to sleepy, ten minutes is still the same. Akbar is so focused.

Amel could no longer stand it, leaning his head on the sofa while massaging his pulsating head. Closing his eyes unconsciously he began to feel comfortable and sleep so easily. Maybe it is very sleepy, sick and also can not stand to rest.

twenty minutes Akbar finally dared to look at Amel who had closed his eyes, leaning on the sofa. Indeed, he deliberately did not see Amel and focused on his work on the desk.

Akbar did that so that Amel could rest in his room, and it was impossible to let him rest in the locker room by simply rolling out a cardboard mat in such a sick condition. seeing what was yesterday feels so sad what else is this.

Calling to his room also has its own meaning. Poor and unable to see Amel's face was very pale, forced to work because it was not pleasing to other employees when Amel rested.

Akbar walked towards Amel, looking at his face closer.

Brave to touch from Amel.

" It's so hot?" Akbar Murmuring. " Had he taken the medicine."

It is impossible to let Amel sick in a state of sleep and have not taken medicine. Bravely trying to touch Amel's arm.

" Amel?" Call the bull Akbar.

" i... Amel?" Call him again, patting Amel's arm.

" Hhhh." The mess. Like not being able to wake up.

" Have you got any medicine?" Ask Akbar. Amel could only shake without speaking.

" Have you eaten?" He asked again, and Amel just shook his head again, unwilling to open his eyes.

exhaling heavily, looked at Amel who responded weakly.

" Eat a little first, take medicine keep resting." Akbar's orders.

Amel began to wake up, opened his eyes wide with very red eyes and turned to the side when Akbar also looked at him.

" Mr. Akbar." Screeched Amel, sat up straight and faced Akbar frowning.

" Feed first, take medicine keep resting here." Akbar. Made Amel more and more eyes.

" Fast eat!" His order again, shifting the food in the cardboard that he bought and had not had time to eat Akbar.

" Fuck,"

" Don't argue. Your body needs rest. Take it easy, I won't say anything to you either." Sela Akbar. changed seats on a single sofa, so that Amel did not think strangely of her.

Amel is still Amel. Hard to believe a man's words. What else Akbar said 'Wouldn't say you'. It was like a warning or a humiliation.

" Did you tell me to come here, for this or need some help?" Ask Amel.

" To make you rest." Akbar answered honestly.

" I can't have my employees working with pale faces like you. I would be a bad boss. It's been eating fast, it's been taking the medicine. I'll give you an hour to rest here." The impulse again, standing up from his seat and walking towards his work desk, back again piled paper on the table.

" Don't argue. Or I'll cut your pay." Threaten Akbar. " Want you I am in ghibahin with your friends, I choose love because I permit you to rest for one hour. There are still many visitors outside." His impact made Amel speechless.

There is a truth to Akbar's speech, if he is a restorahat in a crowded state of resto there will certainly be jealous and envious. There are also those who will definitely not like him just because Akbar allows him to rest.

But wait!

Not that his superiors often allow and give understanding to his subordinates to rest alternated when tired of work. Why is he now being threatened! And even scared him.

" Fast run out, don't make it daydream." Akbar's words made Amel exhale violently.

It's okay, he's resting in his superior's room. After all, Amel already knew the nature of Akbar while working with him. There's no way Akbar would mess with her. In the past chasing after Yanna was Akbar patient and also very good.

No need to worry, right! After all, he also needs to rest. Even if it is only for a moment, it can at least ease the pain.

Amel ate with great difficulty, daj could not spend. Taking the medicine on the table that has been prepared by Akbar.

Not because you want to lay down on the sofa, but because you are uncomfortable. Sleeping in his superior room, when his boss is with him and focused on his work.

Amel only dared to close with a sitting position and secure his head lean back on the back of the sofa.

It was more than comfortable.

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" You guys are home?" Welcome Mama Rama, see her son and daughter-in-law come home with two plastic bags in Ryan's arms.

" What is this?" Ask mama Rama.

" Mama's favorite?" Anggun answered. unwrapping plastic wrap containing her favorite cake Mama.

" Well.. Thanks." Thanks." Mama's heartfelt words, it turns out that her daughter-in-law and son did not forget her favorite food.

Simple and very meaningful.

" Have you eaten?" Ask mama.

" Not yet." Answer Ryan.

" Yes, let's have dinner. Mama hasn't eaten either." Bring Mama Rama. " Mom!" Call him a little loud when he's in the tv room.

" Sir, please this is ready. Just put it on the dining table. I'm just like the kids are eating too." Pinta mama Rama with friendly.

" Yes buk." Artanya answered, bringing a plastic package to the kitchen.

" Ma?" Call Graceful doubt. Mama Rama looked over and looked at him with a smile.

" I and Ryan. Didn't meet Nana in the supermarket." Lirih Anggun's. Makes Mama Rama a little surprised to hear it.

Looking at Ryan who was silent.

" I met his wife Rama. But I also did not expect to meet Rama Ma there." Imbu again.

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