UNINTENTIONALLY

UNINTENTIONALLY
Episode 57's



That morning Steve smiled happily. His face was bright as the morning sun that entered his study.


He stood at the glass window, flicking his curtain to the left right side of the window. He stared at the sunlight while imagining Dinda's face.


Steve does not believe that he and Dinda are now officially lovers. "I will be your beloved husband."


That's what Steve says is increasingly becoming a victim of love slaves.


Since Dinda said her feelings, Steve was getting narcissistic and thinking strangely.


Steve's mind was filled with love spices. Imagining Dinda's face is as good as exploring the moon as Steve. The horn of Steve on the face of his lover, the flowers on the table now he holds and he kissed even he smelled the fragrance as if he was peppering Dinda.


"From now on we'll be like this. Being lovers and loving each other. Whatever happens, we will stay together. Promise me." Steve recalled the incident when they were at his house.


Dinda replied with a reassuring expression. "I'll always be like this. I promise I won't change a bit."


These words became a momentum for Steve. He was waiting for this from the first moment he knew the girl. He didn't think that everything would happen. So real for Steve who is not as romantic as the king of Babylon or the founding king of the Taj Mahal.


From behind Steve's door came a knock. Steve took a quick glance at who was knocking on the door of his room. He felt a little annoyed because someone interrupted him who was being shadowed by Dinda's face.


But Steve had to be professional as a boss. His mouth said 'get in' to someone who knocked on the door. But, his heart wanted to curse him who had disturbed him.


"Sir Steve. This is the proposal we received from the Public Relations department," the woman without further ado started talking.


"The organizers of the 2021 World Cup which will be held in Indonesia, want belagio sport to become a partner and become the main sponsor in this prestigious championship. Please Mr. Steve consider and learn first the provisions in it."


From behind Steve's back, the woman spoke directly to the point. But Steve vaguely recognized this voice. The girl's soft voice, Dinda.


"Why in my office should there be a call sir. Has my future wife started to forget what we said before." Steve reminded Dinda. Steve spoke that morning quite confidently admitting all this.


"Sir Steve! It's in the office. I don't want people to misunderstand."


"Well, if this is in my office, why? Is something wrong?"


Steve's words seem to always be forgotten by Dinda. Dinda knows that Steve is good at winning talks.


The only way for Dinda is to give up. Or, they will talk long, along the Jakarta-Surabaya-Bandung fast track.


"alright. It's up to Mr. Steve." Dinda gave up arguing.


"Steve's. Or can you call me honey or my baby? I want to hear it."


Dinda took a long breath. It's hard for him to handle this guy who's so narcissistic. "We've just been dating. Time should I call it the old-fashioned name so! It is no longer the era of self-suffering like that. Remember we're not teenagers anymore."


Steve pursed his lips. He then approached Dinda. "Did you forget? Soon you'll be Steve's mistress. I want you to remember everything I said."


Dinda breathed a long and heavy sigh. He relented, and according to him obeying Steve's words was much better than denying it.


"OKAY. I'll call Steve, even I'll confess that I'm going to be Steve's mistress. Hows it? Satisfied?"


"Very satisfied." - Steve was happy.


He looked at her face while smiling sweet-ass.


Seeing Steve behave like that, Dinda wanted to laugh. But he prioritizes his duties as an employee rather than being the lover of a fierce CEO like Steve.


"Alright if you are satisfied, let's put aside this romantic problem first. Let's discuss the next point." Dinda asked Steve to forget about this incident. He just wants to focus on his job.


Dinda from today has been transferred. Now he has worked as Steve's secretary at headquarters and will not return to the branch office that is considered dilapidated Steve even soon will collapse.


"Sir Steve! Are you listening to me." Dinda smirked at Steve who was daydreaming as he waved his hand at Steve's face.


"I heard it" replied Steve. "But, I asked to be hugged just once, and then I would listen to everything you said. Otherwise, I wouldn't have heard it either." Steve pretends to sulk in order to get Dinda's attention.


"I don't want to. It's in the office, I'm afraid someone else will notice and there will be misunderstandings. Please Steve understands."


Dinda refused firmly.


Dinda refused, but Steve liked these hanging words. "So if there's no one, then I can hug with all my heart. That's what you want to say."


"Chih ... Who wants to be hugged. I don't want to do this."


Dinda's face blushed as she spoke. Even his heart was pounding even more and was a little claustrophobic as this man teased him.


Steve liked this girl more. Every word Dinda said was a breath for Steve. No matter who would see their behavior, Steve pulled the girl and hugged her.


"Dinda," Steve tightened, whispering. "Stay like this, I miss this moment. I love you with every detail of your body. No matter what I like you so much." Steve whispered while playing Dinda's long hair.


What power to Dinda, she can't resist. Because Steve will not let go of his embrace if once was in the hug, then it took a long time for Steve to release it.


"Steve's! We have to work," said Dinda. "Hurry up and let go of this hug." Dinda wanted to break away from the embrace, but the man did not heed her.


"Stay like this. I'm not gonna let go." Steve said he did not heed Dinda's words. "I want to continue like this. Until whenever."


"OKAY. You hug me it's up to you. But, you must listen to what I want to say." Dinda followed Steve's will. "Actually...."


"Say that later" Steve interjected. He stopped Dinda talking while letting go of her embrace. "I don't want to talk about the office today" said Steve, drawing Dinda's hand.


Steve pulled his hand, taking Dinda out of his room.


"Where are we going?" dinda asked, they were in front of Steve's doorstep. "It's still my working hours, Steve!"


"Yes, but where? It's my work hours. Later people will assume I missed work today," Dinda let go of Steve's handrails, staring at the watch in her hand. "You see, the clock is still showing at nine in the morning. We just started work, now go for a walk, "Dinda grumbled.


Steve lowered his head, he looked at Dinda's face very close, barely clinging. "Whose office do you have? i'm. Who's the boss here? me either. Who will be angry if you skip work? only I can be angry. You understand," Steve doesn't care what Dinda says.


He ended his speech while blinking one eye.


"But....."


"There's no buts," Steve said. "I'm the son of the sultan here, don't argue" he said, throwing away the files in Dinda's hands.


"That's an important file, why should it be thrown away?" dinda said, as if the file inside was everything. "This is also my first day at work here" Dinda reminded Steve.


"You should know that I'm a possessive girlfriend" Steve tells her. "I don't like it when my girlfriend's hand is touched by anyone including the filthy file" Steve looks a little upset.


Dinda chuckled when she heard Steve's confession. He didn't think Steve could be jealous of that inanimate object.


"Why are you laughing?" ask Steve. "You're hurting me."


Dinda stopped her little smile. "It's not so, you're cute when you're jealous of that file" Dinda said.


Steve looked up at Dinda's chin, his eyebrows peaking. "So happy is my ugly girl, seeing her possessive lover," Steve said of narcissism. This is the other side of Steve, the man who always recognizes himself without waiting for others to say it.


Steve gets back to his most important point, taking Dinda away with him.


But Dinda is not his name, if he does not argue even once.


"Steve," Dinda stopped the man who pulled her. "Can't I, if I don't accompany you for a walk this morning."


Steve glared at him with a sharp look. He does not like rejection. "Pay ten million for this refusal, then I will release you. How's it?" Steve made an offer.


"Ten million!" Dinda was shocked. "Just don't accompany the streets, I have to pay ten million."


"I'm the son of the boss, the son of the sultan and the owner of this company" Steve explained. "And I don't like rejection. So , ten million for this rejection, I think it's good for me to spend a lot of money."


"But how will other employees see me later. They will definitely protest against me," Dinda still said. His idea of refuting is not over.


"Our employee again, the employee again," Steve looked at Dinda seriously. "Why should you care about other people's comments. I'm in charge here, and I won't let anyone else comment on you. I guarantee it," Steve promised. "I won't let anyone else comment weirdly towards my little girl!"


Dinda said nothing, everything he said Steve was right. He's the owner of the company, he's the boss, he's in power. Who's gonna get mad when he's taken away by Steve.


"Okay, I'm coming, '" said Dinda, following Steve's orders. "But, I put on makeup first, and then we go."


"No way," Steve jerked him. "Let you be this ugly girl, if you're beautiful, there's a lot of young people out there who will look at you" Steve said slightly.


Dinda. He could not believe that he was different now.


Before he became Steve's girlfriend, he was free to make up. However, this time it was all different, Steve had monopolized it.


"If only a little bit of makeup should not be used," Dinda said in a little wonder.


"No, no" replied Steve. "You don't have to wear makeup forever. Irit," Steve with his idea gave advice as well as orders.


Dinda obeyed Steve's will, what the man said was always difficult to deny. "Steve is the best" said Dinda with a sour face.


Without further ado, Steve immediately pulled Dinda's arm. He took her out of the office, going somewhere aimless.


Steve didn't say where he wanted to take Dinda. What is clear is that Steve's actions this time are difficult to guess by dinda. On top of his car, Steve gas, even had some of his employees who released with him in the office lobby was ignored by him when the enterprising workers in his office greeted.


Even some employees who want to deliver important files to his office, he refused. He was acting busy not even caring about the employees who had tried so hard for him.


Steve is good at making others angry.


Steve's car drove for about half an hour. Steve took Dinda in a black car he had just bought from Barcelona the other day.


Steve takes Dinda to a place that Dinda finds difficult to know. It did not feel the car that Steve brought into a lobby parking building.


He lowered his glasses, glancing at Dinda who had not made a sound.


Steve's habit, when driving wearing big sunglasses. Even sometimes the glasses sagging down through the straight nose.


Dinda every time she saw Steve's glasses fall through the crevice of his nose, had to hold back a laugh. Understandably, Steve's nose was small and straight, so naturally Dinda wanted to keep laughing every time she saw the ridiculous behavior. "Beautiful nose" Dinda praised him.


"We arrived" said Steve, beginning a silent talk. He parked his car among several other luxury cars.


"This is at the mall?" Dinda realized, they are now in the best mall in Jakarta. "Why come here?" Dinda curious. "What does that mean, we're going for a walk in the mall. Huh-do you?" Dinda tried to guess.


Steve nodded, He confirmed Dinda's guess. "Yes. We're walking around here, no problem."


"But why the mall?" ask Dinda lugu. "Walk usually to the beach or to other entertainment places. No need to go to the mall, right," with his idea, Dinda seemed to suggest another place.


Steve snorted, he didn't need Dinda's advice. "That's it. We're here, why look elsewhere. Going here, it's been a dream of mine for a long time" Steve admitted.


"Dream," said Dinda in shock. "Don't tell me Steve hasn't been here."


Steve did not answer, but he hinted through his raised eyebrows.


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