Your Cold CEO belongs to me

The rain brings blessing

Let's shake your head. Although reluctant, he chose the safe path following Jonathan's will for a while.

"What do you need to wait for me to come home?" ask Jamilah after the two of them are already outside the restaurant.

"Let's go home" Jonathan said as he walked toward his car.

"I'm riding the angkot, sir. My bike is parked at the terminal." Make a small run following the long steps of his former boss.

"Yes, I drove to the terminal" Jonathan said, walking straight to his car.

"Sorry, Sir. You know I don't want to trouble anyone to drive me home unless it rains." Jamilah.

Test ... test .. test ... blessings

Just now Jamilah refused, water droplets began to fall. At first drizzle, the longer the faster. Jonathan smiled inwardly, he felt the universe support him.

"Will you wait for angkot?" jonathan asked with a winning grin.

He turned his head to look up at the sky, as if asking where the thick cloud had come from that was not visible.

"Come in" Jonathan ordered, opening the car door for Jamilah.

In the car, Jonathan gives a small towel that he used to keep in his car drawer.

"Dry your hair."

Throughout the journey, the two of them remained silent. Jamilah wondered the purpose of the arrival of his former superior to the restaurant, while Jonathan was busy stringing words so that this togetherness did not pass in vain.

"Every night coming home at this hour?" jonathan asked, starting the conversation. Take a quick look and then nod.

Jonathan scratched his temple which suddenly felt itchy, he began to be confused looking for a talking material.

"You happy working there?"

"It's nice .. at Mr. Jo's place it's also nice." Let's just continue with the sentence before the former boss is offended again.

"Manager was like you."

If you don't answer, he just smiles. Jonathan's mind flew everywhere.

"If he really likes it seriously, why are you even left to go home alone at night. What kind of a man is that." Jonathan laughed cynically.

"Who said Mr Reno likes?"

"You."

"I didn't say anything. Jo sir concluded it himself."

"Well, I as a man know how men are attracted to women."

"What would it look like if men were attracted to women?" ask Jamilah while turning his body slightly to face Jonathan.

"Mmm, yaaaaa usually love attention .. buy something ... often call or send a message." Cold sweat soaked Jonathan's palm as Jamilah waited for his explanation.

"Ow, like that. Maybe so," said Jamilah while reversing his sitting position as before. A small smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Your manager also loves attention, send the same message buy you something?" chase Jonathan.

Jamilah's short answer managed to make Jonathan speechless. His chest felt increasingly claustrophobic, he felt uneasy fearing that the girl next to him was drifting away and could not be regained.

Jonathan began to realize, only this time he felt the fear of being abandoned by a woman. If before any beautiful woman threatened to leave him, Jonathan never dizzy. Even if the woman completely abandoned him, and held another man in plain sight to make him jealous, he never cared either.

But this is Jamilah, a very ordinary girl there is no advantage in her. Jamilah only has marbles-round eyes capable of hypnotizing Jonathan and ravaging his days.

The rain outside the car was getting heavier, the road to Jamilah's house that had not been on the asphalt made Jonathan's car run a little slow.

"Wait, Milah. You wear this." Jonathan covered Jamilah's head with a small towel so as not to be showered, "Just a moment." Jonathan held back Jamilah who was ready to open the car door, "Make you." Jonathan thrusting a small paper bag.

"This what?" Take a little peek into the paper bag. His eyes grew bigger when he found out the contents inside the paper bag.

"Open it inside." Jonathan looked straight ahead, he could not face Jamilah in shame.

"I'm down, sir. Thank you for the delivery .. Thank you for this too." Jamilah brandished a paper bag in his hand, although he did not understand what his former boss gave such an item, "Be careful on the road." Let's just open the car door and run small to avoid the rain that has not been willing to subside.

Jonathan smiled with relief as if a large rock had been lifted from his chest. But the smile did not last long, when the car did not move from its place.

Jonathan pressed the accelerator deeper, but only the roar of the engine roared.

"Damn! must have been a car tire in the mud." Jonathan looked out of the car. The atmosphere of the road was very quiet because of the very heavy rain. After all, the area where Jamilah lives is a suburb near a landfill far from the city center.

Jonathan tried once again to step on the accelerator deeper, and finally he gave up and hit the steering wheel as hard as he could.

Tuk .. tuk .

Jonathan turned to look at the windshield of the car that was knocked on with a fingernail. It was Jamilah's worried face that appeared there.

"Strikes?" ask Jamilah with lip language because the window is still tightly closed.

Jonathan immediately got out of the car and ran around his vehicle and joined Jamilah under the umbrella he was carrying.

Jonathan noticed the condition of his car which turned out to be half a tire already immersed in the mud.

"It has to be withdrawn, but no one's here tonight, sir." Let's shout out to beat the sound of rain. Jonathan nodded.

"Go in, sir." Jamilah led his former boss into the house, "I make tea yes," said Jamilah then went straight to the kitchen without waiting for an answer from Jonathan.

"Drink first, sir." Jamilah also gave a towel to Jonathan, "I'm sorry I didn't have a new towel, I got you wet." Jonathan grimaced to see a thin towel that had a few holes.

"Aren't you afraid of living here alone?"

"Fear it, but if I'm at home, just close the door and get out again."

Jonathan sighed in annoyance when his cellphone signal could not be used to send messages and contact someone.

"I spent the night here and nothing?" jonathan asked with a pleading gaze, "As soon as the phone can be used, I immediately call the tower," Jonathan continued when he saw Jamilah's worried face.

"I'm just confused, where is Mr Jo going to sleep?"

Jonathan rolled his head. The room in this Jamilah house there is only one foam mattress that has been very thin former mother. There was no guest chair let alone a sofa, there was only a wooden chair that he was sitting on at the moment.

"I'm not sleeping, just sitting here waiting for a normal signal again. Who knows if you can use the phone call the tow guy. You just sleep, your work must make you tired. I really ain't nothing."

At first he seemed hesitant, then finally nodded. Even though he would not be able to sleep all night.