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Mandatory report

"Yoo." Jonathan pulled Jamilah's hand even harder to get the girl to stand up.

"Jo, don't be rude why the hell," Hanum said.

"We also want to walk. Yuk, Num will have her dumpling noodle depot full." Alex distracts his wife.

It could be bad that Hanum is too late in the middle of Jonathan and Jamilah. Alex already understood very well, his sister was seen to be holding back emotions.

Arriving at the room, Jonathan continued to pay attention to Jamilah's face which he thought looked more attractive than usual. It provoked jealousy in Jonathan's heart.

"Well you, why?" ketus tanyanya.

"It's normal, sir. Anything else I should read?" ask Jamilah with a smile, and Jonathan does not like it.

"Ga there is."

"Well, I let you go home first, sir," said Jamilah while taking his bag.

"Kok home?" Jonathan's voice had begun to rise.

"Are you home from work? or maybe there's some other work for me?"

"Ow, uh. There's not. What are you riding on?"

"As usual, the angkot continues to ride a bicycle from the terminal." Jonathan did not offer to drive home, because Jamilah never refused on the grounds of being escorted if it rains only.

"Yes already. Go straight home, don't go anywhere" Jonathan commands a father to his son.

"Yes, Sir. Excuse me." Jamilah bent his body but his forehead was wrinkled to hear his boss's unusual message.

Sure enough not yet at home, Jamilah's phone continues to ring and clink. After inserting his second wheel bike into the house, Jamilah opened his phone. He did not dare to pick up his phone on the road.

The incoming message from Jonathan was like a rushing stream.

Have you reached home?

How have you not yet responded?

Why not pick up my phone?

Where are you?

Tell me soon, where are you now.

Jam it

Divide

Jam it!

Not to mention missed calls with a number that makes Jamilah panic because of fear of something happening at his job. Contact Jonathan with a heartbeat. The first ring immediately sounded the impatient voice of his boss across there.

"Good Night, Sir. Sorry ba---"

"Where are you?, why don't you pick up my phone?" Jonathan strapped Jamilah with a question demanding an answer.

"I just got home. Sorry if on the street I don't dare open my phone."

"Where did you stop by?" jonathan asked suspiciously.

"Ga stopped by everywhere, I went straight home. The angkot was a little long wait full because. What's the problem, sir? Is there something wrong with my job?"

"Yes, that's it. Have a good rest" said Jonathan immediately disconnected his call.

"Ga is so obvious." Jamilah grumbled annoyed at not getting a satisfactory answer.

In the days that followed, Jonathan still treated Jamilah the same way. Mandatory contact him after reaching home, and make sure Jamilah does not stop by anywhere after returning home from work.

Even Jonathan's behavior is becoming more and more. Like this afternoon, he continued to pay attention to Jamilah who always seemed to smile while looking at his phone.

"Why are you smiling?" asked Jonathan in a sharp tone.

"Sorry sir, again send a message to a friend."

"Bring your phone here." Jonathan held out his hand. Although hesitant, Jamilah still put his phone into the hands of his boss.

Once in his grasp, Jamilah's phone is immediately checked in detail the contents of the message and also make sure there is no William number there.

"New rules, no cell phones at work." Jonathan put Jamilah's phone on the side of his phone. He pretended not to see the look on Jamilah's face that was already wrinkled.

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