You're Not the First

Failed to focus

Sofiya immediately got out of the car with drowsiness that still lingered in both eyes. How not the mother invited him to chat until late at night. As a child, all she could do was accompany her even though her eyes were occasionally closed as she could not resist sleepiness. Maybe mami is longing heavily on papi, just like that in her mind. He's not hinting at anything.

His eyes had not been able to open perfectly as well as his wits so he did not know that he was currently the center of attention. The other employees were laughing giggling at the sight of their boss secretary who walked while yawning several times with her gaze.

Basofi who had walked far away felt the strangeness. He then turned his head and saw Sofiyah walking still with a pillow still attached to her neck. The girl even walked while occasionally yawning and her mind seemed like it had not returned to her head.

Sofiyah was thinking about her name and the name of her papi which was incorporated in the name of the ganjen Basofi, the latest name from her.

According to the mami used to call her mother name Aya. From Soraya to Aya. And why it could be exactly what Basofi called him, Aya. Though the family and people around him call him Sofi or Fiah he even has a different call.

Sofi's narrowed eyes caught a human silhouette whose stature was similar to Basofi was walking and was closing in on him. The girl stopped and rubbed her eyes. Trying to find himself where he is now.

The tall and sturdy basofi was now in front of Sofiyah who was staring at her while winking her eyes made her lashes flickering.

"Ohhhh..." Sofiya shouted in shock as Basofi's face was already in front of her face. He reflexively tried to retreat but his legs were flat and almost made him fall. Fortunately the Babas responded by pulling the waist of the little girl until she was safe and fell in the arms of Babas who made her comfortable.

"Huft.. congratulations..." Sofiyah was relieved because she did not fall earlier and she did not realize that now her body is attached to the body of her superior and her head is now in Basofi's warm chest.

"You like to hug me?" Basofi asked still with his hands coiled around his secretary's small waist. Perhaps the question was aimed at himself who was feeling happy could steal the opportunity to hug this fierce little girl.

Sofiyah only realized that now she was hugging her arrogant boss. He also tried to break their embrace but Basofi even tightened his hands on Sofiyah's body even though it was only a few seconds. Finally, he released his little girl's body.

"What a mess of your mind today Ay... You had a dream about kissing me and now you're purposely hugging me in front of everyone. Emh... I didn't expect this little girl to be brave either..." This play boy is very smart to reverse the facts. Lemes once his mouth.

Sofiyah's eyes were wide open to hear it but she did not want to argue in front of other employees so with a big heart she could only say, "Sorry...!"

"You're careless or what? Why are you wearing a neck pillow to go to work?" Basofi said as he removed the neck pillow from Sofiyah's body.

"Eh...." Sofiyah only realized that on her neck there was a neck pillow from earlier. Why is he completely unaware of it.

Basofi immediately left Sofiyah and walked towards the elevator by hiding the neck pillow behind her body.

Sofiyah who was now fully conscious immediately ran after Basofi who was now standing waiting for him in the elevator.

In the elevator, they were just the two of them. Sofiyah was standing in the corner as usual taking some distance from the striped nose. And Basuki either kesambet or what he wants to do with Sofiyah today. He walked to the side two steps then glanced at the girl with him while turning his thick lips.

"Don't be weird, Ko or I'll yell ....!" Said Sofiyah giving aba-aba.

"Just scream why me?" Basofi asked as he walked closer towards Sofiyah.

"Review if you get sleepy later. I'll fire you in a moment! Bring this!" He pressed the neck pillow right on Sofiyah's face and then just came out when the elevator was open.

The girl could only take her breath in deeply. Such is the fate of the subordinates.

Upstairs he received a warm welcome from Mikail. The curly-haired man with jet-black eyes smiled as he looked at Sofiyah. A few seconds later, his eyebrows clutched together.

"You haven't slept all night Sofi?" He asked when he saw Sofiyah's panda eyes.

"Work!! Work!! This isn't a dating place!!" Their crazy boss is screaming loudly. It was fortunate that there were only three of them in that super spacious room.

"Who.... Which bag?" Sofiyah looked at her shoulders in turn. He panicked because the hape was in it and it was his treasure. Why did she realize that her bag wasn't on her?

Basofi who had almost entered his room turned around and came back towards Sofiyah.

"You're this....!" The man shakes the little girl's head with his index finger making Aya's veil even more irregular.

Mikail actually did not accept the little girl in the bully let alone this in front of her eyes but after all she had no rights so she could only look at it with a heart that burned jealousy and anger.

"You didn't bring a bag when you left....!!!" Basofi.

"Why not remind me?" Sofiya asked back by raising her voice.

"Where do I know. I thought you were deliberately not carrying a bag because the contents of your head were heavy..." The man with the rivets seemed to be challenging. His mouth seemed to have no filter so when he opened it out the words that pierced the chest of the person who heard it.

Their eyes stared at each other and blew away the sparks of war. Both of them did not want to budge but the narrow eyes of Sofiyah could not be compromised. He blinked first and automatically he lost in a strong-power match looking into the eyes of the opponent.

The oriental-faced girl stomped her feet then walked towards her seat.

Basofi immediately came to him and then took the phone from his pocket and looked for contact with the name of the mother then put the phone in Sofiyah's ear.

She knew that the white girl who today wears a green tosca hijab always told her parents when she arrived at the office.

Sofiya timidly held the phone of the future husband and waited for an answer from across. But in the waiting is not lifted as well. His heart began to calm down a little.

"Not in the lift...?" Said Sofiyah.

"Don't panic. Maybe mom is resting. Try calling again five minutes later,..!" Basofi said he left his phone to Sofiyah and he immediately walked to her room.