When My Boss is Looking for Love

Chapter 3

Pov Galas

In love?

Something I want to feel. Even though I didn't have a romance until this point, I'm not gay. As Jay alleged. I used to have an interest in a woman, long ago. When I was still working on my business. But my obsession with success overcame all those feelings. And again, at that time I did not have a sense of confidence. That woman's the kid people are, and who am I? Me, just someone who came from a small town who had a dream to succeed, someday. And now, I enjoy the results of my struggles and hard work.

It has been three months, but until now I have not found a figure that caught my attention. They were all beautiful, but my feelings were mediocre when I met them. And according to a song I've heard, isn't falling in love a million beautiful. Something that causes a flowery feeling. As for me, not even one of their faces I remember. Is it hard to find love?

"Room, breakfast first." My mother's soft voice broke my daydream.

"Yes, ma'am" I answered, rising from the long chair beside my mother's house.

I am now in my hometown. To visit my mother once every few months. My mother is getting older, even now her hair has turned white. But the rest of the beauty of his youth is still not lost until now. I want a woman like her, beautiful, gentle and simple.

"Garden's going home alone?" asked Inge, my sister, when I just bribed the fried rice into my mouth.

"Hmm" I replied lazily. Of course, who else does it want to be the same?

"Geez, go on alone. When do you bring a potential ghost to mom?" I stopped my chewing, taking a quick glance at my sister who was busy eating her breakfast.

"Not met yet" I replied casually.

"Yes look for dong, brother, don't keep working. You could be an old virgin, would you?" teased my sister with a soft laugh.

"Yes, Las. Your age is three heads, cook it yourself," my mother said.

"Yes ma'am, this is also trying." It's like it's the truth.

"Don't be too picky but, brother. Says Brother Jay, Galas wants a perfect woman inside and out, hard way that's so." My sister's babbling made me curse Jay inwardly. Goddamnit!

"What do you want Inge cariin" Inge cheerfully suggested.

"No need" I refused quickly.

"Yakinnn?," Inge continued to babble.

"Whispering," for me. Inge used to tease me when I came home, so she already had a boyfriend.

"Sister, do you remember the same Gayung?"

"No" I replied lazily. But a lie, even though the girl didn't think it mattered much but my brain always remembered her very well. Shitty indeed.

How not?

Dipper. From the name alone it is very strange. She's very different, very different from the girls who put their feelings on me. Little curly-haired child who is always braided in two, thin dry like malnutrition, geeky, dekil (just his hobby to the rice fields with his father and playing kites), rancid, greedy, chatty. Well, there's nothing interesting about it at all other than I have to admit it's pretty sweet behind that. And I kept a silly secret with her, I was stuck dating her for a week.

"Huk, uhuk." I almost choked on hearing the words coming out of Inge's mouth.

The nazaar?

Be married?

Jeez .. don't be crazy ...

I never took my talk that time seriously and Mr. Ming must have been. He only teased me, knowing that his favorite son liked me. Cih, never imagined I would marry that little girl. Well, in my memory Gayung is just a little kid. A chatty little boy.

"The paddle is now beautiful Las, you must be pangling if you see him," said my mother.

"Ohh ... time?" I'm not enthusiastic. I've been used to seeing amazingly beautiful women in the city. And the little boy, how beautiful could he be?

"Nazar's a promise to be made, brother." Inge keeps heating me up.

"But where is Gayung? I haven't played here in a long time."

"I haven't talked to him in a long time, Mom. Last time was before Gayung left for Japan."

Going to Japan? Thought.

"Don't she go with her mother in Singapore?"

"No, Buk. He's only going to Singapore on vacation."

"I'm done." I ended my morning breakfast and the unfortunate chat about Gayung. My God, his name reminds me of a horror movie. Granny Gayung .. hihhh!

"Remember, brother, Nazar! The nazaar! Vowels!" inge intentionally raised his voice. I ignored him and walked to the back of the house. Looking at my mother's hydroponic vegetable garden was more refreshing than hearing the chatter about Grandma Gayung. Oops .. I mean the Gayung.

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