WHY LOVE

With you

Tong Ting

The first bell had no sign of the door being opened. Salma spread her gaze around the courtyard. He approached the ranks of daisy pots in front of the terrace that had partly dried flowers.

Hm, it's a pity it's not maintained. These should have dried flowers cut, so as to quickly grow new flowers.

Salma looked again at the row of pots in the corner of the terrace on the left. Still the same kind, daisies. There are more buds that have just bloomed than there are flowers that have dried. Salma breathes white daisies that are larger in size than any other color. Refreshed.

As the door had not yet been opened, Salma again pressed the bell located beside the door, for the second time.

Before long, the door opened from inside. Looks like a man with half wet hair and a shirt that has not been buttoned perfectly.

"For Mr. Candra, I'm sorry I came?" Salma felt bad because Candra just finished her bath and came 15 minutes early.

"Ga papa, Salma. I just finished taking a bath when I heard the bell," replied Candra as she rolled her shirt arm up to her elbow.

Salma turned her gaze to the daisy plant out of embarrassment and her heart was pounding. His eyes unintentionally stared at the chest of the hairy field from behind the shirt whose top two buttons were still open.

"Ah, I forgot not to wear a t-shirt inside. Just a minute!" Candra tells Salma to sit on the patio chair.

"Sir, borrow some scissors! I'm gonna cut some dried daisies. The flowers are beautiful, don't die."

"Ah yes. It's a Holy beloved flower. After she moved into Nico's house, no one took care of her. I just flush every afternoon, don't understand the treatment."

Salma simply responded with a smile. Candra picks up the scissors first, then goes in again to tidy up her appearance.

Yes, caring for mah flowers is synonymous with female affairs. I'm also ready to take care of you with love, Bang.

Salma crouched down in front of a row of daisy pots, began to scissor the withered and dried flowers, throwing them away. With a thin smile on his lips, because his brain suddenly imagined, not only could he take care of the flowers, he was also ready to take care of the boss. Moreover, it had accidentally seen the hairy chest of his puja man. Sexy.

In her room, Candra reopens the shirt. Put the t-shirt in the prepared on the mattress. As a single man, he is used to being independent. Prepare everything yourself.

Why I'm thinking of Salma

Candra frowned as she glazed over her appearance. Salma's face suddenly flashed across his mind.

He was fascinated when he opened the door. Salma stood up wearing a matching color suit, blazer and dusty pink trousers with a black shirt interior. Lustrous black long hair is allowed to decompose with two flops as a sweetener. Well-favoured.

Candra hurriedly brushed her mind off, opened her eyes, to cast away Salma's shadow. Succeeds.

Candra came down the stairs quickly. Carry a briefcase containing laptops and important files that will be taken to the factory.

"Sorry to wait a long time." Candra approached Salma who was sitting on the terrace chair.

"No. Mr Candra has breakfast?"

"Yet. There are no Saints, so there is no one. Buy it on the street."

"The Spick has a wife sir. Let anyone serve outside in hehe." Salma raised two fingers because she dared to tease the boss.

"Hopefully." reply Candra with a smile.

Aish, why is the answer ambiguous, Bang. Kirain will ask 'you want to not be my wife?''

Salma patted her jidat with the phone she was holding. Is it because of the spirit effect on Monday morning, his brain from earlier shorted continuously, he thought.

"Salma, have all the files been brought?" candra asked after the two sat down with a safety belt.

"Already, sir."

"The documents signed by the Director are not left behind?"

"No, Sir. All I've checked, all complete files nothing is forgotten." Salma brandished the briefcase she was carrying.

While working, the authority and leadership spirit of a Candra is very obvious. He was meticulous in his duties and responsibilities as a production manager. Not wrong, his loyalty to the company received appreciation from Hendro's father and got the trust to make their own policies for prabik progress.

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The car that Candr was driving stopped at a simple rice stall. The 3x3-meter-wide stall looked clean and comfortable. In the morning there are many buyers who queue to wrap yellow rice, there are also some people who eat on the spot.

"I'll wait in the car, sir. I've had breakfast bread." Salma politely refused Candra's invitation to go down, take a yellow rice breakfast.

"Bread breakfast where full. We're going around the field so stamina has to be on. Come on!"

Candra's call is indisputable. Salma finally went down into the rice stall.

"Mom, yes!" Said Candra to Ms. Sugih, her subscription yellow rice seller. No need to elaborate, the mother already knew what Candra wanted.

"Express, Mas. Well, saiki bring bojo toh-" Sugih's mother seemed happy with Candra's arrival brought the woman who thought his wife.

Candra just smiled. Another is Salma, in the heart assures repeatedly.

Luckily, there was an empty table in the back. The two sat facing.

"Monggo, Cook Ma'am. Wow, really a mismatched, handsome and ayu--" said Sugih's mother ceria, while putting two plates of yellow rice along with two glasses of warm fresh tea.

Somehow Candra had no desire to refute him, only returned with a smile and say thank you before the old mother passed.

Twice.

And to Salma, the mother's words were a prayer. In his heart he kept it back again and again.

Amiin O Allah. Sing painted on me Angel

(May be recorded by angels)

"Salma, I'm sorry you got my taste. Let his mother not be confused, understandably old." Candra starts scooping the warm yellow rice, fragrant spices smell, making the worms in the stomach disco. Request immediate filling.

Yellow rice Candra is a habit without the paste and crackers. Because eating both types in the morning, will make the stomach heartburn.

"Woles by Mr. Candra. I did eat white rice doang also enter, mixed satay 5 skewers."

Candra chuckles with the Salma plate answer. His relaxed attitude seems to have no burden, and likes to jokester, making him feel comfortable to be his work partner.

Both have fast eating habits. Unwittingly they finished by cupping the cutlery together.

"Have you?"

Salma.nodding her head. He prepared to throw his bag that was placed in the side chair.

"Wait, Sal. It's got a lipstick stain." Candra pointed with her chin.

"Huh?" Salma who was confused, fumbled outside her lips carefully. He opened his bag to take his powder.

"Here, let me help!" Candra took the tissue from her box. His hand extended to the corner of the right lip. Remove red cherry stains that contrast with the smooth yellow skin.

"It." Candra put her old tissue next to the plate.

I swear by what. The touch of Candra, even though only a tissue touched her skin, made Salma pecked for a moment because she felt an electric shock stirring her body.

"Let's go!"

It was not Candra's voice that made Salma aware of her condition. But from the squeaking sound of the chair as Candra pushed him backwards was about to get up.

The journey has just begun. With a prayer, Candra drove her car to the Bekasi factory. They will be working in the factory office for the next three days. Because it will control and monitor the performance of all levels. Three more days export deadline to Japan.