When My Boss is Looking for Love

Chapter 9

Jay offered biodata names that will follow the selection interview search for the ideal wife, in front of Galas, the morning before noon. Galas observed one by one the names listed there. Not many followed, considering so perfect the figure of the future wife he wanted. Most of the women choose to retreat beautiful before competing. More precisely choose to know themselves that they are far from the standard of the ideal wife their Boss wants. However, I don't know what made Galas have to flip through the paper in his hand over and over again with his expression completely illegible.

"This is all?" ask Galas while throwing the data in his hand on the table. While he himself threw his back on his seat of power. Her eyes were squinting at the monitor screen in the upper corner of her room. I don't know who gets the focus of his attention from the many activities of employees who are compartmentalized on the black and white screen.

"Well, it's natural .. Your criteria are too high, boss, whose face is mediocre where dare to go." Jay dropped himself on the couch, having previously stood waiting for his boss to react.

Hah, is he not interested in me? ... He still keeps my pictures in his house. (Galase)

Those narrow eyes were still focused at the end there. While the attention thief looks engrossed in discussing while occasionally laughing. Galas was seen grinning cynically, as several times the girl brushed off the prank hands of one of the senior employees trying to play the ends of her hair. Arthas bit the tip of his thumb, he tried to recall something that suddenly plagued his mind.

"Jay, look at the leaflet you gave to the woman yesterday?" he asked, disrupting Jay's concern watching breaking news of the arrest of members of the House of Representatives for corruption in one of the news anchor television stations.

"Make what?" ask Jay for astonishment.

"Just give it, don't ask too many questions" said Galas impatiently.

"Okey Boss! Ready Boss!" Jay follows the jargon of television shows that are often the entertainment of his wife in the afternoon. He rushed out of his Boss' room after previously saying he would send it through wechat.

Not until five minutes, Galas got what he wanted. A message from Jay made him fiddle immediately to open the message. Just two words he was looking for there.

"Hair ... straight ...," he murmured.

"What because of this? Or because he is not confident .. or because he is not interested in me .. no! how could anyone not be interested in me?" said Galas confidently. "How dare he waste the opportunity I've given! There must be something wrong with me. Why should I be disappointed just because that little boy didn't come along. What was your initial reason for following your crazy friend's stupid advice." Galas mumbled to himself like a madman.

"Damn it!" he swore to himself. "What's interesting is the boy ...."

With full awareness, Galas pressed the number button from the phone on the corner of his desk.

"Jay, replace me with them."

"Lho .. instead of yourself ...."

"Just do it and don't ask too many questions." Not even Jay finished talking, Galas had cut his assistant's words quickly.

Erratic throwing the phone handle so, he did not understand what he felt now. His initial intention of doing this stupid thing was just a fad to prank the stupid boy. Why is he the one who feels disappointed. Goddamnit!

***

Gayung glanced curiously at the small commotion in the corner parallel to the desk where he worked. His ears were sharpened to hear what this whole room was believed to be curious about. Jenny looks prettier today, but she seems disappointed on her return from doing that silly interview. Unthinkable by Gayung, what kind of question Galas said earlier. Although it turns out the assumption is wrong, not Galas who did the interview but Jay. But anyway, it's the same, Mr. Jay only represents here.

"I'm really Kirain Mr. Galas who interviewed, Mr. Jay's year. Free dong dandan-beautiful like this." Samar Gayung hears Jenny's curses on Indah and Rara.

"Eh, Miss Tiara didn't come?" tanya Indah was full of curiosity. "In ... I think he's the closest to our boss's criteria .." he added.

" I don't know if I don't think so. If indeed our boss likes the same Maak Tiara, why he made a kayak gini event .. just shoot, already. If I notice Ma'am Tiara also has a special feeling for our Boss." Jenny gave her opinion.

"Yes well, maybe our boss wants the same young one not the same age," guessed Rere origin, greeted with a little laugh Jenny and Beautiful. Also the Gayung who stole their chat.

Gayung look back, just deserved they dare to chatter ria. The head of the division, Mbak Safa is not in place. Gayung again faced his laptop as the familiar shadow stood looming in front of the door startling him.

"Astagfirrullah." The reflex figure holding the chest of the hornbill was surprised, he did not hear the sound of the glass door being pulled by someone and suddenly the handsome figure of the light green shirt was already standing there in a haughty style as usual.

"Why?" his tan was flat but his gaze was so piercingly sharp. The atmosphere that was originally boisterous in the corner gathered marketing children suddenly silent for a moment.

"There's nothing, sir." Gayung immediately mastered himself and nodded respectfully, not forgetting the smile he pinned his lips.

Gayung tried to continue his work, but he was really disturbed by the presence of Galas who was still standing towering in front of the glass door. He ventured a glance and the Boss was still in his original position, staring so intensely at him. The curly-haired girl gave a terrified look, instantly the air conditioner seemed to be dysfunctional for her suddenly furious body.

Does Galas remember me? His inner.

"What's this?" That unimportant question suddenly came out of those sexy lips. His burly hands lifted the drowsiness-removing snack owned by Gayung who rolled sweetly beside the laptop.

"Ta-hu pe-das." Steady-eyed answer to a gallant question. He was sure all eyes were now on him and the Boss of course.

"May I ask?" tanyanya, make Gayung gaped before finally answering.

"Can, Sir. Please." Gayung smiled awkwardly. But he was very willing to share his food.

His narrowed eyes could not turn to watch his boss who was cueknya eat one spicy tofu into his mouth. Though he was certain, all the pairs of eyes in this room looked in amazement at him.

"Where did you buy it?" ask again.

"Lack of knowing, sir. Pak Yono bought it," Gayung replied mentioning one of the OB names in their office.

"Jio!" Call Galas.

"Yes, sir," Jio said quickly.

"Tell Pak Yono to buy me spicy tofu, which is the same as have ...." Galas looked at Gayung as if asking the girl to say his name.

"Buy just like you have," he continued.

"Good, sir." Jio answered obediently, face to face with the number one person in this office made a male face that is usually always silly and cheerful it pias like no blood at all.. Indeed the aura of a Boss was amazingly different.

"Buy everything if you need to, share it with all employees." Jio again obeyed his Boss' orders, he asked for permission to see Mr. Yono after receiving several hundred thousand pieces from the Boss' hands.

"Andara .." called Galas again as his hand opened the glass door in half.

"Yes, Sir?" Gayung bought his eyes hearing the Boss call his name again.

"Don't eat spicy food too often, love your stomach," he said flat but enough to make Gayung gasp for the small attention.

"Make it all too!" he exclaimed as he looked at the obedient faces created after his presence.

"Yes, sir," they answered compactly with noiseless speech mode.

"Where's Safa?"

"Soat Sir." One of Safa's men replied. Strike an "oh" without a sound before finally leaving the room.

The gripping atmosphere began to melt, some of them stroking the chest feeling relieved.

"Crazy, Mr. Galas is really cool, yeah," praised Sasha. "Try me beautiful well .. I will not be in vain in this rare opportunity."

"Plastic surgery is already." Bimo.

"Jin." Call Sasya imitate cigarette advertisements that often wara wiri on television.

"I give you one request." Bimo who is indeed a kingpin was carried away by the silly drama of his coworkers.

"The rich man can opas," he said deliberately behaved like a wood.

"Aren't you going to be pretty?" bargain Bimo.

"You want Mr Galas to do it, Jin?"

"Could, go to sleep first."

"Dong's dream?"

"That's ... " Bimo ended their unfaithful chatter with his mockery of his co-worker.

"Andara," whispered Sasya right in the ear of Gayung.

"Hmm?"

"The rich Mr. Galas likes you too."

Gayung pushed Sasha's thin body slowly, rejecting the ridiculous conclusion that suddenly taken by the girl who has mature brown skin.

"Ih, where is it possible ...." Gayung wants to laugh loudly hearing the ridiculous nonsense speech of his coworker.

"Betuhan yuk, surely no one will pass the selection. I'm sure," challenge Sasha.

"May I bet?" asked Gayung innocently.

"No papa, it's just a prank."

"Yes, it's okay." Gayung was interested.

"Winning for lunch for a week."

"okay." The geeks agreed without thinking. He is sure he will not lose because Sasha's guess is impossible. Though somehow he wanted Sasha to win.

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