OH MY BOSS
SLOWLY CARE

Justin's luxury car stopped at the shopping mall parking lot, the always-groomed man in his expensive suit came down in a hurry and gave the order, "Don't go anywhere!" At Nena who was looking at him was full of curiosity. But obediently the round-eyed girl nodded.

"It's a Mall, right? So, I'm nyeker?" Nena muttered, the girl was still keki considering the behavior of her boss who threw away his favorite shoes.

After a few minutes, the car door opened, Justin pulled out a maroon-colored flip-flop with a large red rose at the end. Without asking Nena put on the sandal and walked up to her boss.

Nena set her foot inside the Mall, greeted by the cool air from the air conditioning, still behind Justin, occasionally the visitors who passed by them seemed to look back. The girl in formal dress complete with her black blazer was in contrast to the flip-flops she was wearing. Nena glanced at her feet, a huge rose seemed to be waving around covering part of her tiny fingers.

Yes amsyong, my boss's taste!

"I have a business with this department store manager" Justin turned his head, making sure his new assistant caught his words well. Nena seemed to nod, the man who since his arrival entered the Mall was the center of attention, either because of his appearance that was too neat or looks like a Korean artist, seemed to plan something.

"You don't have to come." Justin grabbed Nena's hand as visitors seemed to jostle, there was a local artist concert in the middle of the Mall area. The girl who felt her heart barely escape because of the boss's grip so warm, resignedly followed where her boss was stepping.

Nena was a little surprised when her boss invited her into a beauty salon, and was even more surprised when a thick-bodied wooden man with agate stones filled her plump fingers, he seemed to be running hysterically towards Justin, and the man preferred to stick behind Nena's back who looked half-spaning, failing to focus.

"Beybih Entin, Eci kangen bingit same yey, uh yey mah that's so good. Sebel, sebel, sebel." The man who preferred to be crowned as a group of women seemed to stomp his feet in annoyance.

"Stay away!" Shouted Justin, making some employees who seemed busy massaging their customers turn their heads, giggling. Miraculously, a woody man named Alex who prefers to be addressed with the call of Eci, looks obedient, regressed regularly with throbbing, sad lips.

Justin comes out of hiding, ignoring Nena who still fails to understand. The suddenly pale young man took out his wallet and put a credit card on Eci who turned out to be the owner of the salon, the wooden man received it with pleasure, it seems they often transacted similar things.

"Don't go anywhere, wait for me to come back." Tell Justin and go as fast as he can to avoid Eci who seems so passionate about the man he calls beybih.

After Justin left, Eci the salon owner pulled Nena's arm so gently, finding no rejection from the beautiful girl innately handsome, the basically friendly wooden man looked twice as friendly.

Eci sat Nena in a comfortable chair with a backrest so soft, then removed the ring that was circular on her fingers. Especially for the order of Beybih Entin, he intervened himself to provide the best service for the girl who sat down to let the plump fingers Eci touch her head tool.

"Yey sapose? Pere centong innate Beybih Entin pespi pese girlfriend dese, lemong bingit dese tinda never bring pere sindang." Celoteh Eci with her sharp language, glimpsed by the beautiful girl who looked confused from the reflection of the glass before her.

Nena scratched her cheek, very clearly she did not understand, glanced at the timid man whose hand was so softly rubbing something on her thick hair, the girl really did not understand the chattering of the salon owner by combining bitter-tasting vegetables, rice spoons, and medical equipment mixed into one. For the sake of lalala yeyeye yelling at the mercenary audience, Nena was better able to understand the slang of kids today than the language that came out of the sensual lips of the angry man she called om.

"Click, Eci. Don't make a mummy child with a language that is not in the big dictionary of Indonesian lo it." Reprove someone who approached them with the intention of borrowing a comb lying in front of Nena. A woman that Nena believed was genuine seemed to smile sweetly at her. Which is answered by something similar by him.

"Ih, herman deh eke, gahol gicu language is said to make mumets. Is yey mumet ciin?" ask Eci who Nena believes must be addressed to her.

"Yey Beybih's girlfriend Entin isn't she?" the language is a little bit normal, and Nena can understand it well.

"No, I'm the assistant." Answer Nena. Eci seemed to be in disbelief.

"Usually a woman who dese, she means, bring her boyfriend here."

"Is Mr Justin here often?"

"Yey's assistant dese, I don't know, Mall King Dom's got a lie."

Nena just oh noiseless, she was not too surprised by that fact, after this Hospital, Hotel and Mall, there must be many more business assets on her behalf, he said, and it makes him feel afraid to just put feelings, heart, let alone hope. The girl knows herself.

"I'm new, so I don't know much."

"Ooh begindang, if yey want to know a lot about the boss yey, exactly if the nanyanya same eke ciin, eke is canceled candidate bini dese. Hihi desenya who does not want to be the same eke."

But if you use the language bencong mending do not have to dah. Original brain I nge'heng, has appeared EROR writing must be in my jidat. Nena's Rutuk in the heart.

"Uke usually likes embroidery eyebrows, but the eyebrows are already thick, formed little already complete. Want to plant false eyelashes, but yey lashes are also flattened, lip embroidery, lips yey already shaky too, yey oplas dimandose? Eci wants to face a model like this."

"The prints of the sonna, Om Eci."

"Yey's parents must have Dutch ancestry yes?"

"Nothing, just papa the heck that there is a Chinese descendant of Islam from his grandfather."

"But yey's face, unlike the Chinese, was instead rich in Dutch noni. Yey the levy boy means."

"Astagfirullah, Om Eci says it."

"Jeez, yey call him om again, om again, um, sebel, sebel, sebel."

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