When My Boss is Looking for Love

Chapter 13

"An, I swear it was so cool of you." Sasya brought her swivel chair closer to Gayung.

"It's cool what the hell, Brother ...." Gayung really did not understand where the "cool" debate unfaithfulnya with the Boss earlier.

"During my time working here, no employee has ever had the opportunity and courage to chat with Mr. Galas outside of work problems, other than Mbak Tiara and Mr. Jay of course," said Sasha. "I'm more sure anyway, if Mr. Galas actually there is a sense of the same you ...."

"Sister, please don't sotoy ...," he said quickly. The feeling of Hong Kong, his inner.

"Eh, An, gini-gini also I'm not inferior to the expression experts who often nongol on tv. The gaze of Mr. Galas also implies love, love, affection ...."

Gayung chuckled at hearing and saw the ridiculous expression of his team-mates.

"Sir, stop, please ... don't nag."

"Bet yuk," he challenged.

"Bet again? Not sure who won yesterday, brother." Riding reminds.

"Yes too, how long there has been no announcement yet."

"Sir Galas confused times, because everything is beautiful anyway," guessed Gayung then and indeed that's what he thought.

"No, Mr. Galas is confused because he wants you but his team does not follow," guessed Sasha with his fingers, a ignorant smile he threw to tease Gayung.

"Well, where there is so, Brother .. what am I the only crumb of this withered." He speaks with inferiority. He knows that everyone who participated in yesterday's interview were all dewinya of this office. Some even cut ties with his girlfriend just to join the ridiculous event.

"Geez, don't be low self-esteem, you're beautiful Say."

"Son, don't say pretty, shame on the office cockroaches."

"Hihi, office cockroaches .. there's-there's you." Sasha giggled and amusedly glanced at the phone in front of him which became a nest of breeding children of disgusting creatures. Although it has been cleaned regularly every week but still the species did not experience extinction and instead increasingly multiply without being prevented.

Gayung also giggled with his own words. His hand nimblely moved the mouse opening the wechat message connected to his laptop.

New number ...

[Oh, lousy cooks, work! Don't talk, remember, I've been kind enough to raise your pay ... ]

The gawk flicked his lips to read the message. Without mentioning his name, Gayung already knew who the sender of the message was. His fingers began to type in replies.

[Any boss eats white tofu!!]

Gayung folds his lips holding an amused laugh, reading his own message which he just sent to Galas.

[Cih, what kind of call is that ugly boy? ]

Gayung again flicked his lips to read a new message from Galas. For some reason, he did not feel offended if Galas called him that. He felt it was a beloved call. Haha ... Don't be crazy Gayung! Don't baper! Don't talk about Sasha! Shouts in the heart.

[Favorite call ... ]

Gayung retorted the origin, he wanted to immediately focus on his work that had been waving asking for completion.

But the disturbance came again seizing his concentration again. Jio was already standing towered beside her tugging at the end of her hair. Gayung brushed off the long hand, took the hair strap from inside the drawer and skillfully formed the ponytail.

Why does everyone love their curly hair?

Tring .. tring .. tring ...

Jio swiftly picked up the phone handle without seeing the number listed on the gray screen.

"Hem." The typical Deheman voice became the answer across there. But Jio still did not realize that it was the voice of his boss.

"What's up, Brooo?" he asked with his cringed voice.

"Jio! You know not the ethics of the phone?" The suppressive voice from across there rubbed Jio's face as if it was not drained of blood at all.

"Sorry, sir." Jio's voice was inversely proportional to before.

"You know the office! This is a place to work, not a place to joke. If you want to joke you to Indosiar just there!"

"Sorry, Sir. I was wrong, I won't repeat it." Jio grimaced regretting his stupidity. While Gayung, Sasya and Bimo kept their mouths shut, holding back an immeasurable tickle from hearing the silliness of their division heads that looked unflappable.

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The cold morning air behind the drizzle that is still faithfully bubbling out there does not dampen the spirit of Gayung to prepare for work. He was even willing to wake up early to dented his long hair to make it more straight and increase the level of beauty. Speaking of beauty, actually Gayung is not as confident as it is to praise yourself. It's just that straight hair these days makes him more confident when dealing with Galas, at the dinner table, at lunchtime. Although he did not really make it straight as smooth as the highway but only reduced the bend.

Galas has announced that no one has been selected in the selection of his dream wife in the office. Somehow he felt relieved and hoped to have a chance to become that lucky woman. Sometimes he laughed at her stupidity, because obviously he read for himself what kind of woman Galas wanted. And almost all of those criteria were not on him. But who could control his stupid heart.

Sasha's babble about Galas' love stare made her inedible as well. Not to mention the Galas attitude that ... is actually nothing special. His handsome boss had always maintained his proud and powerful cool face. But compared to other employees, Gayung feels more cared for. Whether at the dining table, workspace or in wechat. Although everything that came out of the mouth of Galas and the type of his message there are no sweet words and only words firm, commanding and disputable, sometimes even ridicule. But it all already made him feel noticed and baper was half dead. What a strange heart! He cursed himself.

But fortunately he can still control himself, both attitude and expression, he keeps it from showing obvious interest. The trauma of the past haunts him. He was afraid that Galas would be troubled to know that someone like him had special feelings for him. Although Galas was good to him, it could have been because he considered Gayung his little friend or friend of his sister. He doesn't want to repeat the same story, as he used to.

Flasback on [dark pov]

Is falling in love only for the beautiful?

Waitaminute! I don't know if I'm in love or just admiring. I just love to look at it, look at it from a distance. But I never thought of becoming her boyfriend, I was already quite happy just by admiring him secretly. I was a child at that time, still a Junior High, I only considered it as an encouragement to me to study in school.

But without me knowing, that's exactly why I fell and I hate school.

Adi, the name of the man. I often see him secretly. I don't think he's gonna dispute that. But I was wrong, he told his friends about it. Make it a joke and laugh at my stupid feelings. I became a bulian of classmates.

Well, I'm a geeky and poor man in their eyes not worthy to just admire. Adi is not a popular student at school, he is just an ordinary student who excels in sports. He is not rich, his face is still standard, not including the extraordinary handsome. But he used to reject me? Am I that disgusting?

I cry, every day I cry. Not because Adi doesn't like me but his attitude towards me.

Once upon a time, one of her girlfriends looked at me with a tremendous cynical look just because I came to school with the same t-shirt every time and also the flip-flops I put on my feet, also my old sling bag. They laugh at my poverty!

My parents couldn't afford to buy me clothes, sandals or bags like the others. My father is a shaman who is not as famous now, my mother is just an ordinary housewife. They often fought at that time. And me? I have no place to tell stories myself. There's Inge my best friend but I'm ashamed to tell him.

Every morning, I cry. I don't want to go to school. I hate school! I hate my classmates. They thought I was weird just because I liked my classmates. I often get scared when there's a group collaboration, because no one wants a group with me. I'm estranged!

When there's a hard PR they sometimes look for me, but when my answer is wrong they say it to me. I told you I didn't know if my answer was right or wrong.

Trial not only came from my classmates but also my teacher, he was one village with me. He also incised wounds on my Junior High journey. Took away my joy earlier. All the kids I've messed with in my village go to the top class, class A. While I was stranded in class C. I'm not smart, but I'm not stupid either. Not knowing the reason, he often insulted me in class, comparing me with my other classmates. I don't know, is it a disgrace just because I'm not as smart as them?

Complete is my creed. My life changed, just because I got caught liking my classmates. I'm alone, I have Inge but he doesn't know what happened to me. I always come back happy when I am with him. Only when with him. Thank you, my friend ...

But it turns out God is still good with me. Amidst the rush of effort, my academic performance improved. I became a class champion, in C class. It's okay, I'm satisfied, I'm strong, and I'll always be strong until graduation. This creepy school is about to leave. I'll bring back my joy at High School and will find many friends there. That's resolve.

I pass! And get into the top 50 at my school. I'm happy, really very happy. I went to the private school nearest to home. My parents were only able to send me there. Private SMK schools are cheap, cheaper than public High School.

Unfortunately my happiness didn't last long .. I met some of them again at my new school. They still look at me strangely, laugh at me, whisper when they see me. At least not as extreme as before. I was still able to hold on, and the presence of my new good friend strengthened me. When the next ordeal came, my parents divorced. Maria, always with me, comforting me. Although we have different beliefs, but it is not a barrier to our friendship. I'm strong because I have him, because my best friend.

After the divorce, the mother wandered across the country at the invitation of her friend. My mother had wanted to go there for a long time, but my father did not allow it. After the separation, the mother realized her wish.

Connect ....