Wanitaku Great Warrior

Ghost crab girl

As usual, I prepared myself for work. Even though it's a Sunday or a big day off like a holiday I never take. I always take overtime because there is no purpose to rest or visit. I began to suppose that for example my father's mother did not throw me out I would definitely go home with a spirit of heart to start thinking if and fantasizing.

If it's about Mr. Aslan pressing will return the money the other day. In an arrogant way, he invited me to dinner. I hope that Mr. Aslan doesn't keep me alive. Too many girls out there who digress into his arms. I'm passing by who else I don't have a status I can share.

Drrtt.......

Drttt.......

My phone rang and I saw Mr. Aslan calling again. Why the hell people call only his work do not know what to go to work.

Intentionally I always avoid Mr. Aslan, after all he is rich and certainly deketin me who is like this just for toys of course. I picked up the phone and Mr. Aslan's voice sounded from across the street.

"The old ghost crab chick is picking up her phone" protested Mr. Aslan.

"Greetings" I replied.

"Yes forgot his greetings Assalamualaikum the ghost crab chick" seduced lord Aslan.

" Well, what else" I asked.

"It's very, very, very, very late at night I want to have dinner with grandpa. Must want a point, I picked up at work ok" said Mr. Aslan firmly.

The phone was immediately closed by Mr. Aslan. Wonder what people rich people always have to follow. Understand the bag is thick so what should be able to obedience.

Mending me to go to work... Than to think of Mr. Aslan who is not clear cake. I picked up the bag and hurried off to work, walking thirty minutes finally up. As usual, overtime today is just me, mbak Dilla and mbak graceful. If they work continuously without taking leave to help the family economy, because they are both married.

The day began a little afternoon, from this morning many visitors arrived. To the point that I miss serving because we're only five in the store.

After lunch we returned to the shop. Understandably we eat alternately, so that there is maximum service for customers. In my mind, maybe the nickname ghost crab girl deserves me. Arrived at this stand and arrived to the stand there. Finally the shifpun change has arrived. I remembered the sound of Mr. Aslan playing me..

Ih.. cringe lest today I meet him base Mr. Aslan my inner forcing man.

"What are you daydreaming about" said Mr. Aslan surprising me inside the employee room.

"Eh. I want to take a look, I said grumpily.

"I don't need anyone's permission to enter this whole room" Aslan said.

"Sorry sir, I don't mean to offend Mr. Aslan" I said softly.

" Don't papa I ask why you always refuse to take dinner with my brother, use a hazy event and say everything. My feet are not sore waiting for you while standing up, said Mr. Aslan.

" I'm sorry, Mr. Aslan" I said.

Without further ado Mr. Aslan took my hand and took me out of the shop. All eyes looked at me in astonishment. I could only follow Mr. Aslan's will and think back to how I could escape and make up my inner reason.

"Don't think to say again.know your later feeling that I've been irritated ma gregetan ma you" Mr. Aslan's voice spread my mind.

Maybe Mr. Aslan thinks that I'm a cute girl or something. Whatever you want to consider me. The important thing is I never teased him like a snake that swerved around his body. If the nickname ghost crab maybe I can still accept, be honest because I always want to bump from the honorable Lord Aslan