Young Master Sucks
plans abroad
Position in Junsen room
"What's wrong?". Junsen asked, he seemed to be the busiest of all the employees in this office..
Seen so many reports on his desk and wow... The junsen room is very aesthetic, with books neatly arranged in the corners of the room looking very beautiful, neat and clean.
"Anu. emm Report yesterday sir". Alya looks nervous .
Junsen raised her head, looking at Alya lazily..
"Recover immediately and get down here after an hour, I'm busy!".
"Ba.good sir. but.."
"But what else...?". Annoyed junsen, looking lazily.
"I don't understand which parts should be re-revised sir?". Ask Alya carefully.
Junsen took a breath and threw it away violently, then saw only a glimpse of the report, it was not so difficult "revisioning the design, just the back of it ". Her speech.
"This part sir?". Alya asked to make sure.
"You think?". Ketus.
"Oh yes I understand, thank you sir". Alya immediately moved on, afraid that if he encountered Junsen's Nagging .
He goes out to his room but in the middle of the road Alya receives a call from a new number.
"Who?". His murmured then hesitantly picked up the phone.
"Hello good afternoon?". Alya said politely.
"To my room immediately!!". Indra said and immediately disconnected the phone.
"Basic sucks... Uhhh my job is a lot! The time has also not shown the luncheon hours of the young master !!". Alya grumbling.
But how else, he still had to meet his rese boss.
"Excuse me sir, you're calling me?". Alya said that he was not in the Indra room.
"mmm... ". Indra thrust a letter in front of Alya with a cynical smile.
"I didn't think you turned out so extravagant". Indra said, the letter contains details of Alya's groceries today which have reached 30 jt along with other online items.
"Sorry sir". Alya was embarrassed.
"You haven't even had a few hours of work with me, but your expenses are already that much CK..CK..CK "'S ". Indra Speak .
Actually Indra had no problem at all with it, only he was looking for reasons to be able to prank Alya.
"Sorry sir ". Just the apologies that Alya said, even if Alya defended himself, did he not have that right anymore .
"You forgot the other deal? Or did you not read the entire contract?".
"Already sir". Alya .
"Good! As we agreed on ". Indra paused and then rose and surrounded Alya...
"You have to obey everything I say... Hmm it's not fair if you hungryly spend my money while I get nothing". Her speech.
"What does master mean?". Alya was afraid that Indra would do something beyond reason.
Indra observed the curves of Alya's body, even from the feet to the ends of the hair, there were no defects or traces of mosquito bites there, Alya's body was good, clean white and the top contained.. very good and ideal.
"Master don't tell me that..."
"Sstt.... Get rid of your dirty thoughts, I don't even touch you". Indra Sela.
Alya breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that her conjecture was wrong, and it was good because Alya was afraid that Indra was asking for strange things whether Alya was a virgin.
"You can too..." Indra said while nodding
"Follow me to America for 3 days!!". Indra
"What.. ta.but".
"Sttc ... Remember the contract?". Indra asked cynically
Alya nodded resignedly "what are we to America sir?". Ask Alya .
"There's business, you just come along and there's no need to protest!!". Answer Indra.
"Good sir".
"Do you have a passport abroad?". Indra sat back in her chair staring at Alya who was still standing like a statue.
Alya shook her head "no master".
Boro-boro has a passport, hey you know Alya never went anywhere in his life, even he only memorized some streets in Jakarta, even when he worked in laundry .
During this time Alya was locked up at home even during college many friends Alya who wanted to take her out but Alya refused because she was afraid of Bu Nensy.
"Okay. Go with junsen, to take care of it soon, tomorrow night we have to leave!".
"Well!!".
"Hurry up!!". The senses are cold as if they no longer want to hear refutations or other questions.
"Okay sir ". Alya would not just obey,
meanwhile, Junsen has received Indra's order to leave with Alya to make a passport.
In the car...
"Can I ask you?". Alya braved herself.
"Say ". Junsen replied.
"What exactly will the young master do in America so call me to join him, if it's about work aren't there many other seniors who are superior to me?".
"That's a young master's secret, miss just needs to follow the rules ". Junsen replied coldly.
"This one man is long as annoying as the noble Mr. Indra, dih mentioned his name alone somehow makes me upset". I don't know Alya more and more day seems to be getting annoyed, even behind his soft and sweet smile looks, hiding a lot of swearing of malice in the heart.
Alya threw her gaze at the car window, she accidentally saw a street vendor selling traveling ice...
A father also took his 5th-year-old son with him, both of whom were taking shelter under a protective tree across the street, because it was very hot.
A smile was engraved on Alya's face when he saw the father joking with his son in simplicity... The things he once got as a child from a father but when his father remarried everything slowly disappeared..
Not wanting to drag on in the daydreams of the past, Alya re-opened the topic, very unpleasant when there was silence in the car.
"Sir junsen can I ask you again?".
"Say!". answered flatly
"How long have you been working with Mr Indra?". Alyas
"maybe about 8th". Short answer.
"There are certainly many processes that you have gone through together, even to be in the position of the father at this time must not be easy... Hmm about it I became curious about the wages given by young master, I was also curious about the hours of rest father?. hmm must be a little because of the busy schedule ". Ask Alya.
"Regarding the Wages I get, it seems like privacy, and those hours of rest are also privacy!". Junsen replied flatly.
"I'm guessing I'll get an answer like this ..." Inner Alya shouted in annoyance.
"Hmm well forgive me sir". Answer Alya..
Alya again threw her gaze out the window until they reached the place of manufacture of the passport.
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