Young Girl For Mr. Duda

Who's Sekar?

Nata slumped his body, the look on the woman's face was lethargic for a moment. He looked at the pile of files Darren had just given him. The woman breathed a rough breath. Just finished his work, but it was added again by Darren.

The woman closed her eyes tightly. He rubbed his forehead which was quite painful. It seems like the woman will fall ill again later, considering her endurance is quite weak.

Huf ... You can yuk, Nat! his inner.

The women began to finish their work one by one. He tried to fight the dizziness that was whacking his head. To be honest, he was eager to rest, but his work could be neglected. She doubts that Darren will give her permission to leave.

The sound of footsteps made Nata turn his head, he frowned when he saw a beautiful woman entering his superior room. He sniffed his shoulders no matter what, choosing to continue his work. Although he was curious, but Nata tried to ignore him.

"Bodo ah! I'm just doing a stack." He said so while exhaling his breath.

...***...

Now drive the car at medium speed. His current goal is to meet someone Sekar misses so much during his stay in America. Not wanting to waste too much time, Sekar decided to immediately meet the person.

The streets of Jakarta this afternoon are not so crowded and it is a fortune for Sekar. He did not have to spend his time to get to his destination. Her happy voice was even very clearly imprinted, her smile just continued to inflate beautifully.

Thirty minutes later, he arrived at a large company. With grace, Sekar got out of his car. He walked gracefully into the company lobby, many pairs of eyes looking at him astonished. Sekar walked towards the repetitionist table with a smile that did not fade.

"Good afternoon, Ma'am," said Sekar.

"Sore back. Can I help you?"

"I want to meet with the CEO of this company, is it possible?" ask Sekar.

"Have you made an appointment yet?"

Freshly puffed short. "It."

"Well, on the 15th floor, ma'am. There's gonna be one room, and there's the CEO's room."

"Okay, thank you."

"Together."

Sekar followed the successionist direction. She enters the elevator and presses button 15. He can't wait to meet the person he's been missing.

Upon arrival on the 15th floor, you can see a room that seems luxurious from outside. With definite steps you walk towards the room. He knocked slowly on the door of the room. After getting the instructions to enter, he immediately entered the room.

His smile grew even more when he saw the people he missed were busy with piles of paper. The man was not even aware of the presence of Sekar in his room. It felt like Sekar was hugging that person, but he had to hold it back.

He's cleared his throat. "Do you miss me?" sekar.

Hearing the voice of someone he recognized, the person raised his head. His eyes were perfectly rounded when he saw who was now in front of him. In a hurry the person got up from his seat and walked up to Sekar. Sekar chuckled amusedly as the man hugged himself quite tightly.

"Haha ... Calm down, Baby."

"I miss you so bad, Dear," said the man.

"I am too."

Sekar held amused when the person deliberately dyed his neck wet. He immediately let go of his embrace and briefly kissed the lips of the person splashed. Smiling so sweet makes the person smile.

The sound of knocking on the door made Sekar and Darren look at each other. Shortly enter Nata with a stack of files in his hand, the woman walked while tidying up the location of the file that will fall. He didn't realize there was anyone else in the room.

"Pak in—" His words had to hang in the air when he saw the figure of Sekar. Not to mention the woman who was now standing next to Darren with her hands wrapped around Darren's arms. Nata lowered his head deeply as he felt his chest throbbing pain. He immediately passed the file to Darren and left without a word.

She why?

...***...

In a famous cafe in the city of Jakarta, there are three women who are joking. Their laughter was beautiful, the happy look emanated clearly. They keep throwing jokes like there's no tomorrow.

The woman with shoulder-length hair suddenly turned towards the entrance followed by her two friends, without any reason for them laughing out loud enough. Some pairs of eyes even glanced towards them with curious looks. Nothing funny for the other visitors, but not for the three women.

"Haha ... Lina swear! Do not do that, you will be doomed," said Cellyn while easing her laughter.

"Yes, anyways, the fathers are very funny. He doesn't realize what his pants are sagging like?" lina said still with eyes glancing towards the entrance.

"Hahaha ... Already, the other visitors do not understand," said Nisya.

"Not understanding, but late to see the incident the fathers of his pants sagging," said Lina.

Hearing that they laughed again even though it was not as loud as before. This is how if they gather in one room, their laughter will echo. The smallest thing would be humor for them.

This afternoon, the three decided to meet according to their agreement a few days ago. They decide to spend time together at once to eliminate their fatigue. Their busyness sometimes forces them to be selfish, gruntingly accumulating coffers of wealth rather than enjoying life. However, is it not if having money life feels good?

The three of them were now silent, they were busy finishing the food they ordered. It is the third tradition if eating is forbidden to talk. They will only focus on the food they eat, when their food has been exhausted then they will talk and do their activities.

The notification sound from Cellyn's phone made them glance at each other before finally returning to focus on their food. Fifteen minutes spent eating their food. Lina gave Cellyn the code to see her phone, Cellyn who understood directly check her phone.

The look on his face changed when he received a message of terror. Not the look of a scared or anxious face, but the look of an upset face. He is inexhaustible with people who are willing to waste his time just to terrorize him.

Fuck that man, Inner Cellyn.

A message with the words 'you will die!' that doesn't make Cellyn's courage go away. The 24-year-old woman was upset by the terror. For Cellyn it was just a boring little boy's game.

"Who?" asked Nisya when she saw Cellyn's upset face.

Cellyn did not answer him, he only gave his cell phone to his two friends. Nisya and Lina immediately read the contents of the message, their laughter spurted when reading the contents of the threat message. Lina even held onto her stomach which felt cramped due to too much laughter.

"Haha ... So happy, my God," said Lina.

He defused his laughter. "Who the hell is this? The play of terror is like a boy," ceplos Nisya.

Cellyn pressed her shoulders indifferently. "I don't know, I think it's ganht."

"His son Mr Gautama terrorized? Yes, so the material julidan hahaha ...," said Lina.

"Shut .. may have been a less happy childhood" Cellyn said.

"Mahaha ...."