Watch Out for the Boss!

New Boss (1)

Since the breakdown of my relationship with Aryan, I prefer to close myself, while looking for other activities that can divert my mind. Of course, the presence of Dimas became one of its own entertainment, sometimes I am grateful, not always Dimas was crazy and absurd. He can also be calm and mature when needed.

After that I cut off contact with Aryan and Sarah. That's fine, one way to make my wounds heal faster. Yes, even though the real reason is so that I do not release and scratch their faces both. Understandably, the soul of the bar-bar has been attached to me for too long.

And now, almost 8 years have passed, forced to endure tired hearts and minds facing the question of when to marry. Even so upset, my father and mother once threatened to match me with whomever man they chose. As a woman who grew up looking at the affection of my father and mother, similar to the affection of the late pak habibie and bu Ainun, it certainly motivated me to marry on the basis of love. But as far as the eyes look, it seems like the soul mate hilal never seen. Let alone a mate, gebetan just did not appear the trunk of his nose.

"My marriage is Dim, if until 40 I have not married"

I once said that phrase to Dimas when despair struck me. Instead of getting an answer, Dimas just looked at me flat and then went home. The next day, Dimas' mother said that Dimas had a high fever and that he had been delirious all night saying he didn't want to marry. At last I came to his house, looking at his weakly drooping self on the bed. I raised and held her hand while whispering

"Ga so Dim, joke me"

And immediately the sore Dimas back healthy wal afiat. Son of a son, does he not want to marry me?.

Though the offer I submitted after last night to think about the pros and cons, profit and loss if I marry Dimas. Even if it's more harm than profit, at least if with Dimas I already know him inside out, even the change of underwear schedule that he uses I also know (ups). Dimas also understood how brutal I was when I was angry. Of course, he will always be loyal if he does not want his ribs to slide into the femur. But that's how it is, Dimas ogah accepted my offer. He said he was still not ready to have to live with one woman, let alone me. He said living with me could shorten his age 2 years faster. Crazy is a child.

Even though Dimas was so absurd and strange, never once did I see him single, always holding a different woman every month. Sometimes I like the wonder of his writhing, why there are still girls who are calm with playboy three-legged stamp like him. Any child, pretentious to say Aryan fucek boy. He was also eleven twelve with Aryan.

"Op, don't equate jaenab, I'm dating 1 time 1 period. Can't play much"

He said defensively as I mocked him with a fucek boy call. I can only snort when I hear his words. After careful observation, in my eyes Dimas and aryan Like anchovies and salted fish, both cause excessive salty taste in this salty life.

That is the journey of love in my life. And now I look up at the sky every time I go out, hoping to find a soul mate when I step outside. Fates...

***

"Sir, I've been waiting for Dimas tuh"

I turned my body, facing Randi who was now tucking her head in the door of my room that was slightly open. I only nodded at a glance before rearranging my appearance in front of the mirror.

As usual, I always scolded Dimas when I left for work. Good to save costs. Dimas also would not dare to collect gasoline money. He understood that cutting me down every day and buying me food at regular intervals was another form of 'security' money he had to deposit on me.

Understand, as the saying goes, what you reap is what is sown. The same goes for playboy Dimas. Many times she faces various terrible events just because her ex is too possessive and even tends to be obsessive. That's when Dimas will always come to me and ask for protection. Sometimes it is more children, said I insurance company?.

"Jeez mbak, you dandan in 2 hours will not be changed to Nia Ramadhani"

This time Randi opened the door wide, an annoyed look on his face.

"Buset by now, I never expected to be Nia Ramadhani. I love myself. Remember love yourself"

I answered dramatically while patting my chest.

Even if I was born not as beautiful as Nia Ramadhani, not as rich as the sultan's daughter and with the ability of a mediocre brain, at least my confidence soared, even higher than the queen of pestilence in Indonesia, you know who.

In the principle of my life, how our mindset towards ourselves is the reflection of us on the outside. Love yourself, love myself, peace, love and gaul, eakkk.

Randi just turned the eyeballs off guard.

sewot.

Randi stomped his feet annoyed. His face looks very sour.

"Yes, but he even mumbled my moment with Zulfa mbak. Dah know we're both busy, they can only be at breakfast doang"

I just grinned at the scolding along Randi's train. In the heart feel grateful that the attitude sucks Dimas is not picky, between singles or who already have a partner.

My eyes looked at Randi who was originally a sour expression now turned to melancholy. He quickly walked in front of me, grabbing my hand into his grasp

"Please mbak e, help your sister here. If you can just stay away from Dimas mas from me and Zulfa a month, then I give 50% off skincare kemaren deh"

His face displayed an expression of hope, making my heart that was already soft as soft as a beautiful cloth could not refuse his wishes

"Your contact deck, definitely do your best"

Randi's face immediately sparkled hearing my words. His hands were raised, preparing to hug me before I continued my sentence

"70%N%. Stay away from Dimas and Zulfa"

Randi's hand that had not been able to hug me hung in the air. He then lowered his hand, making a counting gesture with his finger. A sudden expression of horror filled his face as soon as his calculations were done.

"Astaghfirullah. Brutal yes, the company passed. I am looking again mbak. It's nice to see it's so hard"

"Lah lu too, very happy that the mbaknya increasingly become a hibahan material of one village. Deluan all wedding packages"

My reply was fierce not to lose

"Stupid in god's hands, if God meant for me and Zulfa to get married fast, what would I do?"

"Well, if your combative instincts bother you and Zulfa before the yellow janur curves, what can I do?"

Randi looked at me frustrated. He ruffled his hair. At first he wanted to mess up my hair that had been arranged completely. But he unbundled his intentions as soon as he saw the raw bogem that I had been brandishing in front of his face.

"OK, 70%"

Randi's reply instantly made me widen my eyes wide and then scream

"Yahoo, tengkyu adekkuh"

With a quick movement I stepped towards Randi and kissed her cheek strongly, deliberately causing a lipstick mark on her smooth cheek.

"Anjrite, mbakkk"

I immediately ran out of the room while chuckling. Any age, still bothering Randi is one of my favorite activities. Hahhhh, it seems that I still do not believe that my only beloved adek will soon have the status of husband. As soon as your soul rebelled, please God, send my soul mate as soon as possible