When My Boss is Looking for Love

Chapter 24

"Grard, this is Brother's house?" asked Gayung who just got off the Galas car. His narrow eyes looked at the amazement of a classic-style luxury house with the dominance of white on the walls, windows and pillars of the house. At the front, there is a garden filled with green grass and a number of small trees that add a beautiful impression to the two-story building.

"Your home candidate" Galas replied, giving a seductive smile. Gayung pinched the Galas waist plan, because Galas was always just saying the words that made him soar. He was a little afraid of his own expectations.

"It's true, you don't want to?" Galas linked their fingers and invited Gayung inside. The woman was really stupefied. This house is truly his dream home. European-style house and not too broad at all but so slick, neat with neutral colors that are so thick dominate.

"No, it's gone home." Bi Hanah welcomed her employer as friendly. His gray eyes noticed the closeness between them. The old woman threw her smile at Gayung who immediately greeted with a nod of courtesy as well as a sincere smile.

"Oh yes, meet Bi. My future wife," said Galas make Gayung blush shy. He himself is still in doubt, actually what Galas said was just a speech or serious truth. Their relationship is still very new.

Gayung stretched out his hand, kissing the old hand. The old woman seemed to sparkle happily, because the girl who became her master's partner looked so sweet and polite.

"Did I introduce Dipper, Bi."

"Sir Gayung, just call me Bi Hanah." The man nodded his head again.

"What do you want to drink?" ask Galas.

"Ehm ... is there a warm lemon tea?" asked Gayung innocently. Since yesterday's illness, warm lemon tea became his favorite drink.

"There, right, Bi?"

"Some, Boy Ganas. Aunty make it up first."

"Take it up, Bi. We're going to the rooftop" said Galas, taking Gayung up the stairs.

They arrived at the rooftop. Then they sat themselves on the synthetic grass that became the roof floor, adjacent without distance with interlocking hands, enjoying the scenery and the breeze.

Gayung glanced at Galas at a glance, wanted him to lean on a broad boat like in films. But he has no aggressiveness to it, even sending a message first he has not dared. He did not want to express how much he liked Galas.

"Garden, the house is good" he said.

"So soon this will be your home too." Galas again teased him. Gayung poked his lips, honestly he wanted to ask "this is serious?" But he was too afraid to be disappointed if it turned out Galas was just joking.

"I'm serious" whispered Galas warm right in the ear of Gayung. Delivering strange swish in the chest. As usual Galas began to kiss the side of his face. But this time he refused. Not because he did not like it but he suddenly remembered the message of his Father.

"So bad don't do that." Gayung kept Galas' face away from him.

"Why?" ask Galas a little disappointed. He likes the smell of Gayung and always opium to do that if alone with the woman.

"So morning my father called, he kept suddenly saying .. may date but do not cross the line, so .. You know that my father is very powerful," said Gayung innocently.

"We crossed the line?" Galas finally channeled his new hobby, changing to kiss the hand of Gayung.

"Yes to pursue, right ...." Gayung stopped his speech seeing Bi Hanah coming.

"The drink is here, yes." Bi Hanah put the drink Gayung asked for on the bench behind them.

"Thank you, Bi," said Gayung. The old woman agreed and turned to leave them. Gayung returned to continue his delayed sentence earlier.

"Ready to meet Kak Galas did like hugging, kissing so ..," Gayung's great-grandson innocently, making Galas increasingly anxious.

"You're getting tired already." Galas even mendusel-dusel dicuk Gayung neck.

"Garden," protested Gayung. He was really afraid of being scared if it kept going like this. Indeed, in his heart he was so difficult to resist every treatment of handsome creatures beside him.

"So, really can't?" Galas really did not know, that the disappointed face he showed hurt Gayung. Actually, that woman is a very unbearable woman. Especially with the people he loves.

"So, if you are married, then" he said to strengthen his own heart and faith.

"Yahh .. whereas ..."

"I have not prayed maghrib," cut Gayung quickly while standing. "Sister hasn't, has he? Come together, let the demon in Brother's body on the run ...."

"Gnh ...." Galas chuckled at the speech of Gayung. "God, I'm not that gay and I won't do more before we get married either ...."

"Book?" Gayung doubted, he again sat crouching beside Galas. The shadow of Zian as well as the chatter of Tiara and Jio Tiara made him want to ask the truth to the person directly.

"Sir Galas ....?" The man asked carefully.

"What?"

"Sir, that's it?" Galas widened in shock at hearing Gayung's strange question.

"You mean? Gi-lord how?" Galas' laughter almost exploded seeing how innocent Gayung was when he asked her.

"Yaaa .. the same is the woman ...." A red hue immediately enveloped his father's face.

"God! What kind of question is a prick." Galas chuckles amusedly.

"Hahaha .. You know what? Who was my first kiss?" Galas wrapped his sturdy hands to the waist of Gayung who was sitting crouching beside him.

"Become," answered Gayung confidently.

"Become?" Where did Gayung know Dara, he thought.

"He's Big Brother's first girlfriend, right?" guess Gayung sure.

"Gosh, where do you know about Dara?"

"Mister Tiara," to be honest.

"Tiara?" Arthouse thought of something. "What did he say?"

"Mbak Tiara said, Galas was good and the same attention Dara, so ...."

"That's all?"

"Dara .. I call her Dara what Dara is," she muttered sillyly.

"As far as you are, this person doesn't exist." Gras smiling amusedly.

"Yes anyway, now that Mbak Dara has divorced there is still the possibility of reversing the same brother." There was an unwilling tone in his words, and Galas could see that.

"Keep you believe?"

"No. You see Galas now .. like me, right," he replied timidly.

"Good, that's a smart kid." Galas patting pity Gayung cheeks are reddened like tomatoes.

"But ...."

"But what else?"

"Zian .. Not his son Galas, right?"

"WHAT?" ask Galas surprised. "Where did you get such strange thoughts? From Tiara again ...," Galas began to feel emotions, he increasingly did not understand the attitude of his best friend.

"But you guys are similar ...."

"Remarking from the mana .. I'm still a virgin Gayung, gosh, do I have to test virginity let you believe," he said.

"There's such a test brother?" tanya Gayung still with his true innocence.

"none. That's why trust me. Listen carefully .. I never dated let alone kissed before I met you. So you know the conclusion is not, who was my first boyfriend and first kiss ...."

"Me?"

"Smart. Zian is Dara's son and her ex-husband, so don't let your ears and brain be filled with air pollution... understood?"

"He uh."

"Yes there is prayer, ask Bi Hanah only the place."

"So you don't pray?" Standing mace.

"Later to catch up, I still want to be here for a while."

"Yes already." Gayung went downstairs and looked for Bi Hanah. The woman with the bun hairdo had just finished ablution along with an equally old man.

"Bi, have mukena? I also want to pray ...." Bi Hanah did not immediately answer and instead asked.

"Nak Gayung muslim to?"

"Yes, Bi," replied Gayung in surprise.

"Oh, Auntie, I don't think so. A minute, well, Auntie take it first. Son of Gayung wudhu just yet."

Gayung immediately rushed ablution, he threw his smile at the old man beside Bi Hanah. As Maghrib's time was running out, Gayung delayed introducing himself. Waiting later after the prayer.

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Sara sara ya ....

Just a story ... not to demonize one religion and another really ...

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