You're Not the First

Comfortable

That morning Basofi came to the office lazily. Some days there is no Sofiyah there seems to be less. No doubt Mikail is unlucky. Not only be the object of anger but also given the burden of unnatural work. Again he must be an assistant and secretary of the superior.

Basofi had just begun to examine the data but his eyes were already heavy. He rested his body and head on his great chair. Looking at Sofiyah's desk and imagining her little girl sitting there.

He held his chest because there was a longing that was lodged in his heart.

"Ah.... Sofiyah..!", she subconsciously sighed the girl's name while closing her eyes.

Some days Basofi imagines what if he and Sofiyah ended up in a serious relationship and committed to building a family.

"Yes ... ", basofi was imagining Sofiyah rising from her seat and walking towards him.

"Yes...! How about we get married?", he muttered when in his shadow Sofiyah had entered his room and was now standing in front of him.

"What?", asked the girl who was still considered a shadow by the man. He went into the director's room to discuss the boss's daily agenda but was instead surprised by the absurd question.

" I imagined we were getting married yesterday. When I got home from work you greeted me by kissing and hugging me. Our children cheered happily to see their mother happy. That's beautiful, isn't it? Even I've imagined how you would tease me without wearing a shirt?" Basofi supported his head while looking at Sofiyah's shadow.

Sofiyah widened her eyes, she felt insulted by Basofi's last sentence. How could he think when he was naked. Very sad this guy.

BRAKKKK

Sofiya broke through the Basofi table made of glass at full strength.

While Basofi who was still in his illusionary realm tiptoed in shock because the figure he had previously thought of as a shadow turned out to be a real human and she was the girl he missed.

"W-C.... ???!!"

Basofi stood up then observed Sofiyah from top to bottom then from bottom to top. That's a little girl, her mother's favorite. Wearing a knee-length outer combined with pants and a hijab in matching colors. He still looks a little pale let alone not a bit of makeup attached to his face is white clean.

The emotion-stricken Sofiyah directly attacked the handsome man in front of her. He pushed the man until almost Basofi fell because it was so sudden. Unexpectedly it turned out that Sofiyah's strength was above average.

"Why see me like that? Do you equate me with your cheap blankets?". He kept pushing Basofi while banging his chest.

Basofi continued to retreat until his back touched the wall. Not that he could not resist the strength of the little girl in front of him, he only slightly relented because there was a part of him that was not willing to see him cry again like when he died. He had just recovered and Basofi was trying to contain his emotions.

Sofiya still beat Basofi's chest and arms violently even though Basofi could not move anymore. In his hand were small hands that were trying to beat his chest. Not too strong but can lock the girl's movements.

Sofiyah looked at Basofi with a hateful look. Hate a jerk who can't disappear from his life. Also hate himself who feels calm when near him. He feels like he has a protector even though he often looks lewd but on Sofiyah it feels different.

Sofiya strongly warned herself not to be lulled by her charms. He was afraid that when he gave up his heart, Basofi just wanted to play around with him like he did with the girls who often came to him.

"Yes, that's not what I mean!!!" Basofi's voice sounded very softly trying to seduce the now uncontrollable little girl from her clutches.

"You're a pervert. You've played with a lot of women. Why imagine me???? Don't ever imagine me!!!!!" Sofiyah shouted gathering all her annoyance at the perverted man before her.

"You heard wrong!! I imagine Sania isn't you!". Basofi's explanation actually made Sofiyah upset. Though he wanted to hear the words of Basofi who expressed his love and intended to marry him.

It had been scorched hope it burned invisible fire. He had to rebuild his defensive wall so as not to fall into the pit of regret later.

Basofi pressed Sofiyah's head against her chest and the other hand hugged the little girl's waist tightly so that the beauty could not let go. After struggling to rebel but could not fight the strength of the athletic man he was crying in his arms.

The heart confirms his soul so as not to be tempted by the charm of the casanova but his body does not want to obey him.

Sofiya leaned her head to enjoy the soul-soothing perfume of Basofi. The smell of mint that refreshed his sense of smell was interrupted by his cries.

Mikail who had been holding back the curiosity about the situation in the room the boss could not bear to look inside because he heard the voice of Sofiya who was cursing Basofi. The door of the room was not closed completely so the sound of Sofiya's screams rang out in Mikail's ears.

Mikail who actually has a taste in Sofiyah is afraid if the girl is okay. He was afraid that his crazy boss was acting out of bounds like the girls going back and forth looking for him.

But, Sofiyah's voice slowly disappeared changing into a slow sobbing. Mikail was even more surprised when she saw the girl she was expecting in the arms of her toughest rival. He did not think the relationship between the two turned out to be that close.

He gulped his saliva at the reality that was in front of his eyes. Honest though not completely sure he still inserted a little hope to be closer to Sofiyah.

But what he said turned out to be his bastard friend licked his own spit. He who is used to being sought and surrounded by many women turned out to start storing more flavor than usual in the little girl who had been rejected raw.

Sofiyah's fist that was attached to Basofi's chest blocked their front body so that it did not directly stick to each other.

Both feel comfortable until they forget the time and circumstances. Basofi enjoys the fragrant smell of Sofiyah created from the liquid soap of laundry instead of the smell of luxurious perfumes as is commonly used by its partners.

Basofi no longer felt the movement of Sofiyah made him want to linger enjoying such time.

"Why did you get into hum work?". The soft tone of Basofi's voice actually made Sofiyah aware of her openness. He immediately released Basofi's embrace which had stretched out then rubbed his tears violently and intended to come out.

Basofi again pulled Sofiyah's wrist making the girl stop her steps.

Basofi saw a shadow of Mikail but he ignored it. Instead want to emphasize to his friend that Sofiyah is his.

"Tell me first why you're working?"