When My Boss is Looking for Love

Chapter 19

Time shows at half-eight o'clock in the evening. The curly-haired girl was sitting on her boarding balcony with a video call with her mother, who now lives in Singapore.

"Mother send me money too?" ask her with a bad feeling. Because not only did his father send him money, his mother did the same.

"Iye, make you a snack" replied Dian, the mother with a typical Malay accent. After a long time living in the other country, the accent Mother often follows people there.

"Dih, Gayung Kan, has grown up Mom, has worked too, cook sent money continues, Father also again, it should be Gayung who love money for the Father and Mother," he said grumbling, saying, I feel like a useless child. He wants to be like the other children who every payday comes, set aside money to send to the village.

"Your father sent you some money? Hahaha .. means it rezki you Iangg .. sudeh trime sajelah. In the past kite can not love you money, pleasure, thank God banyek his rezkinya now .. ya ready again who want to be loved, people tue Mother same father no ade, only you saje ... you make charity or what's money if you're confused, hahaha." Mom answered casually while combing her hair that was as curly as Gayung.

"Hemmm ... Where are you going, Mom?" Gayung asked his stepfather.

"Again in his bathroom. Bang out! It's the same girl ...." Mother was heard calling Fauzan, her husband, but there was no answer.

"No Yung, tomorrow saje well talk to dad."

"Yes, Gayung just say hello, the same as saying thank you for the message," said Gayung sincerely.

"Sipplah, take care of yourself well there, away from people tue. Dating can, as long as you are, do not cross the line, and then the boyfriend, right?" dian Moda

"No, yet" answered Gayung lirih, he was actually still confused what his status with Galas was.

"Yakinin? How the answer is so ...," asked Dian in full search.

"Udah is broken," replied Gayung.

"Lho, when is it hey, how come you're not crite with Mom?"

"So early in the morning."

"So morning?" ask Mom surprised.

"But this afternoon, Gayung broke up ...."

"Hahaha .. can that be?"

"Yes that's it."

"Don't like men's games. Fear kenape-nape Yung. So that lesson, your father's patients."

"Yes, Gayung has spoken well, really, Mom. We're still friends too" answered Gayung honestly.

"Yes, already. Tomorrow again Yung."

"Yes. Assalamallaikum."

Gayung ended the call after hearing his mother answer his greetings. His eyes began to sleepy, looking at the ranks of motorcycles and cars parked below. Until a wave of his hand shocked him. There was Galas there, sitting on a long bench under a tree. He smiled towards the mountain.

Gayung did not reply to the wave Galas hand instead ran into his room. He remembers wearing a face mask. He quickly cleaned it up and put on lightning self-dress. He has not been confident to appear in front of Galas without make up. After being felt enough, he first set his heartbeat that began to beat ria. Before finally coming down to see Galas.

"Sorry ... lama," he said with a shy smile when he was close to Galas. Galas looked intensely at the beautiful figure sitting beside him.

"Why?" The racket started to misbehave. Is her make up too visible? His inner. Though he had already rubbed as disguised as possible.

"You dandan?" tanya Galas while reaching Gayung's hand in his grasp and linking his fingers with Gayung's.

"Hem." Gayung nodded with a blushing face. "So you don't like it?"

"Like," she replied with a sweet smile that showed her dimples. Gayung bit his lower lip felt his blood rustling in there.

"So you know where I'm from?" The gawks diverted the conversation.

"Secret .. have you eaten?" tanyanya while fondling the hands of Gayung that he has mastered.

"It."

"Want to eat again? You usually eat a lot, right?"ledek Galas, Gayung pretended to frown.

"How fat am I going to be? Sis Galas likes slim, white, tall, beautiful ...."Gay reply teased.

"Keep you're not on that criterion?" tukas Galas tease.

"Ehmm .. according to Galas?" Gayung returned the assessment to the person who had chosen it. He was not confident to judge himself.

Galas did not answer, they looked at each other in silence.

"I want to eat that fried rice." Galas shows a fried rice trader in front of Gayung boarding houses.

"Oh-yeah, I ordered it." Gay a little stuttering. "You spicy or not?"

"No." Galas. "Take it to your room ...."

"meaning?" The giraffe does not understand.

"I want to see your room" said Galas, making the sweet girl become riled up.

"But Brother, it's night ...." Gayung is not used to taking male guests to his boarding room. Although many of his neighbors do that.

'So I saw the limit of the male guests playing at ten o'clock in the evening," said Galas triumphantly, almost laughing, seeing the unease that Gayung showed.

"Hey, I'm not gonna do anything, I just want to see your room." Galas chuckles. "I'm a pervert, of course."

"But my room is cramped, messy again." Gayung continued to look for excuses, until he finally gave up losing as well. Because Galas is always good at giving answers.

Gayung came back from taking his order of fried rice. Seen Galas was looking at photos of himself hanging neatly lined up on the wall of his boarding house.

"One only?" ask Galas. "Are you right not to eat?"

"I ate Brother, just now." Gayung placed a plate of fried rice that was still hot on a small folding bench in his room. Then sat cross-legged on the carpet, followed by Galas who sat himself beside Gayung.

"You comfortable here?" Galas stirred his fried rice.

"Friendly," answered Gayung confidently.

"Not too narrow?"

"It's because it's narrow, I feel comfortable. You see, if it's too broad, I even think of things."

"What thoughts? A ghost?" Galas chuckled again at the slightly grimacing Gayung in horror.

"He uh," he replied innocently.

"You're a freak, yeah. I'm so suspicious that you're Mr. Ming's son, aren't you." Galas chuckled again while feeding a spoonful of fried rice to his mouth.

"Back home yesterday, I went to your house."

"Cooking? Tumben?" Goyung widens in amazement. Because since Galas migrated to the capital, he never found his best friend's brother coming to his house.

"Hemm, same Inge with Mom too."

"Well? Inge's sick again?" Gayung looks worried. Ten years ago, Inge was convicted of having a brain tumor and was required by doctors to have surgery. But because of the trauma of the failure of his father's operation that led to death, made him not dare to do that. His mother finally took him to the place where Mr. Gayung. Galas initially disapproved, as he did not believe in alternative medicine. There is little debate at the beginning of treatment, because the treatment process is quite long. There are almost half an year with ten meetings. But eventually little by little there was a change until Inge finally recovered completely. Since then Gayung has been close friends with Inge, as well as Galas.

"No, just a friendship. I haven't visited in a long time either. Open your mouth," Galas orders that already spooned the fried rice in front of Gayung's mouth. The girl opened her mouth hesitantly, but finally one mouthful made it into her stomach. Gratitude smiles with satisfaction.

"Smart kid," he praised making Gayung blush in shame.

"Gardas must have seen the photo in my house, right, so remember me?"

Galas glanced at a glance, before bribing a second time.

"Yes, you have changed a lot" Galas looked at the sweet man who was chewing his mouth. "There are only three that don't change."

"What?"

"Hair .. teeth equals your smile."

"Dental?" The girder closed his mouth.

"Yes, try to smile." Galas tried to take off the hand of Gayung who covered his mouth.

"No way." The girder kept his hand.

"Gayung .. I want to see your smile" he said. But the hands of the girly do not budge.

"Yes, if not." Galas relented while thinking of a way for Gayung to show his smile.

"Darling, I asked for water" he said. Gayung was stunned for a moment to hear Galas calling his affection to him, before finally standing up and fetching water for Galas.

"It." Gayung handed the glass full of water carefully.

"Thank you" replied Galas with his trademark smile. Without realizing it, that being with Gayung made him smile a lot throughout the day.

Galas bribed another bribe for Gayung, the girl did not refuse him. Until almost a large portion of the fried rice goes into his stomach. Gratitude smiles with satisfaction.

"Who?"

Gayung nodded with his timid smile. Finally the smile that awaited Galas was present as well.

"Try the smile again ...," she asked.

At first, Gayung hesitated, because he felt ashamed. But eventually he developed his lips granting Galas' wish.

"Sweet boy," praised Galas. His hand rubbed the corner of Gayung's pink lips. Gayung's body feels stiff instantly.

"Your teeth are funny" he said. Making Gayung standby, he was afraid Galas did something like that time.

"Sir .. it's night." Gayung distanced himself.

"You kicked me out?" Faking to be angry. Though in fact he was very anxious with the shy behavior of Gayung.

"No, but .. I don't usually bring male guests let alone nights." The gibberish reveals what he thinks. He is not happy if it is discovered by Nabila.

And Galas could understand that and chose to say goodbye.

"Take me to the car." Pintanya while reaching for Gayung's hand, to follow him. They walked down the stairs.

Galas increasingly clasped tightly to Gayung's hand when he was in front of his car. As if I don't want to let go.

"You seek the wind out first" he whispered right in Gayung's ear. His warm breath sniffed until presenting a swish in Gayung's chest.

"Sir .. Can you ask me something?" tanyanya hesitated.

"What?"

"Ehmm ... What is our relationship now?" Gayung folded his lips, waiting for Galas' reply.

"What do you want?" Arlene smiled seductively. "I'm coming with you how do you want ...."

"Gnh ...." Gayung releases Galas hand grip. Makes the man chuckle with anxiety.

"Kiss first" Galas said, pointing at his lips. Gayung buyak surprised, reflex his hand hit slowly Galas arm.

"Unfortunately, I don't want to."

"In a moment," pinta Galas.

"No, someone will see" refused Gayung.

"There's no one." Galas circulated his gaze around and indeed there was no one other than the fried rice man in front of the kosan, it was located quite far from them.

The situation looks like a dilemma.

"In the car yes ..," he said. Now Galas is shocked.

"Do you? If you don't want to." Gayung's hand pull resuscitated Galas. The girl's face was already like a boiled crab enduring embarrassment.

Galas opened the car door, asking Gayung to enter first before he followed inside. The two of them were silent, one looked calm and one looked nervous.

"You're so funny, anyway." Galas could not help his smile, his hands stroking the cheeks of an anxious Gayung.

"I'm just afraid a friend from the office will see, brother." Pouty gay. "Friends of the office are still there so the talk because of new dating continues to be caught kissing," continued Gayung innocently. She hid her smile behind her sturdy hands.

Galas brought himself closer to Gayung. His eyes began to stare. Gayung lowered his head, but Galas pulled his chin in alignment with him. They looked at each other in silence. As Galas further eroded the distance between them, Gayung closed his eyes. He felt a special and pleasant aroma surrounding him. Galas hugged her, stroking her curly hair gently. Gayung opened his eyes again, leaning his chin on that broad shoulder. Enjoying the warm that Galas channeled to him.

"Be my lover" he whispered.

Connect ...

Is there waiting for the story of Galas and Gayung?

If there is .. sorry well, just can up and the story of this chapter is quite GAJE. The author again DOLL her brain, because again sick too. Ask for prayers hopefully the author will recover quickly .. and thank you for those who already want this unclear story ...

Healthy and happy greetings ...