When My Boss is Looking for Love

Chapter 6

Rained out. I really like the rain at night. But not in the morning. Because the rain made him reluctant to leave his soft mattress, his thick blanket and the warmth in his room. He became lazy to take a shower, let alone walk the muddy road to his workplace.

He asked himself for more time to enjoy the rain from his bedroom window. Five more minutes, five more minutes, until the time required him to immediately rush uncompromisingly. In one quick motion, he cheered himself up and ran to the bathroom. The ritual of a quick shower is not up to five minutes long. His lips trembled withstanding the coldness that hit his tiny body. Soon he was wearing the shirt he had prepared last night for work today. Don't forget to dress up to beautify yourself. Gayung likes make up, he likes to look beautiful and admired. Wh why? because he wanted to prove that he could also be as beautiful as those who had once insulted his appearance.

Gayung down the stairs, before leaving he said goodbye first with Mbak Nabila. The person who has sought him a job as well as the owner of the boarding houses he lives in now.

"Mom, Gayung is leaving first." Gayung kissed Nabila's hand.

"Breakfast first, Yung."

"No, it's noon." He was lounging too long ago so he spent a lot of time.

"Yes, be careful, Yung." Nabila again feed instant noodles to Roby, his only child who is three years old.

"Ih, Roby eats noodles every day." Gayung menowel the puffer.

"Yes, Yung. Ma'am was actually also worried but she couldn't eat anything other than instant noodles."

"Mbak already consulted with Dsa (Children's Specialist)?"

"Not yet, said his father justin aja important this healthy son."

"Kok that .. but I think mending consultation deh Mbak. Because maybe the side effects are not now but later."

"Yes too."

"Yes, you're the first one, Mba."

Gayung rushed away, opening a dark blue umbrella bearing the name of the famous bank in the country. Breaking through the raindrops that have not subsided since last night.

Stropped with wide steps. His trousers he deliberately folded so that splashes of water did not stain him. The distance between Rumah Nabila and his office is not too far away. Fifteen minutes on foot, he arrived.

"Good morning everyone," he said kindly to all of his co-workers who had come first. Some children returned his greetings and some offered him breakfast.

"Mbak Ria is healthy?" Gayung floated his eyes on the beautiful figure who was enjoying chicken porridge.

"Alhamdulilah, passable. Breakfast, An."

"Yes thanks. Thank goodness I'm healthy." A happy ray emanated from his narrowed eyes.

Such is Gayung, a person's health gives his own happiness for him. He was used to seeing people coming with desperate faces to his father, looking for a way to heal from the pain to find a cure. He can only help strengthen, encouraging that they can be healthy again as usual.

"Andaraaa," call Jio soft.

"Yes Mas?" He looked at the source of the voice.

"You go to Mr. Galas's room, look out for Ms. Ita."

"What do you mean, Mas?" Gayung does not understand.

"That's, Miss Ita wants to clean up in Mr. Galas' room. You watch out for that."

"And there's already a cctv, why use all supervised, Mas?" ask Gayung wonder.

"Yes ... Galas wants it so dear. Miss Ita's still new she's not too trusted."

"I'm also new Mas, others yes," he refused subtly.

"The same problem Bimo permission to leave during the day, jammed in the way Ijanng, floodrr." Jio began exploring playing the curly hair of Gayung that he could not paint today.

"Ih, Mas Jio is a habit, deh." Gayung brushed off Jio's hand.

"Yes there, you sit sweetly inside."

"I have some urgent business upstairs. Yuk ... I want to open the door, Miss Ita is waiting for you."

Gayung followed Jio's steps. Sure enough, the middle-aged woman was already waiting at the door with her combat tools. Sweeps, buckets along with mops, washcloths, and glass cleaning liquid bottles.

The gibberish entered with awkward steps. His narrow eyes swept across every corner of the room. In one corner of the top he found several monitors that display the activities of the employees in black and white screen and beside it there is a television measuring 29 inches.

Gayung held his weight on the table, his eyes noticed the figure of a middle-aged woman who was wiping the table.

"Mom Ita, can I help ya?" He felt bad just standing there while Bu Ita was busy doing his job.

"Don't mind, Neng. This is my duty, "reject Bu Ita smooth with a thick Sunda accent.

"No papa, Mom." Not understanding Miss Ita's rejection, Gayung took a broom and began to help.

"Well, how will you get scolded?" Bu Ita looks scared making Gayung chuckle to see it.

"No, I'm calm. I will be in charge."

"But Neng, I'm still new here, not trusted by Mr. Galas, cleaning is also still being monitored, if Neng helps later even how."

"Yes, I'm just helping you, it's a responsibility .... "

"Well, I'll just mop it up."

Gayung speed up the sweeping movement so that it is quickly finished. But a picture frame on the table caught his attention. A picture of someone he knew very well. Gayung approached and took the frame carefully with both hands.

"Inge with Mom? Meaning this...?" he muttered as his fingers swept over the figure of the man in the photo. "Sir Galas ...?"

The name escaped his lips. It was only fitting that he felt like he had seen such a handsome Boss. A perfect smile bloomed from her tiny lips. Ten years on, Galas looks very different from the figure he used to know. He is much more handsome, mature, charismatic and authoritative. Only one remained the same, his cold demeanor. Gayung poked his lips at the memories of their past. Kak Galas still remember it not well? The question suddenly struck him. For three months working here, he had never met face to face with the Boss. In addition to that time, when he had the flu and wore a mask. After that never again.

"What are you doing?" A voice startled him, making the frame barely escape his grasp.

"Eh? Haha ... I'm sorry sir, I'm helping Ms. Ita clean up." Gayung immediately mastered himself, put on a friendly smile while demonstrating the movement of cleaning the glass on the frame in his grip.

Die me! His inner.

Gayung again floated his sweetest smile as he put the portrait back in place. He realized that his boss continued to look at him with a difficult gaze to read. Like looking angry but not angry, or maybe Galas will immediately fire him because he has fooled him by acting now.

"Let me, Neng. I'm sorry sir, Neng Andara just wanted to help me, I already banned it." Bu Ita took over the broom that was originally in Gayung's grasp. Galas did not give respom, still in the original position, looking at Gayung with a sharp gaze. The gibberish who got such a gaze became misbehaved.

Does he remember me? His inner.

"Sa .. I'm sorry, sir." The girly bowed politely before leaving the room. He felt his task was done. Because the owner of the room is also present there.

"Wait, what's your name?" The man who had stepped up to the glass door stopped his steps.

"My name ... An-dara, sir," Gayung turned half his body, not forgetting to display his sweet smile.

"Yes already." Galas hints Gayung to go. Not sure what he was thinking, Bu Ita saw his young boss pulling one corner of his lips up.

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