
After finishing the shower, Bunga only wears a Literary shirt because his night clothes can no longer be used. The dress was torn as Literature disarmed her impatiently.
When the flower came out of the bathroom, his eyes found that his underwear could not be used anymore because it had become splintered and scattered on the floor, made him shudder and sting out guilt when he recalled his decision last night.
Then Literature followed out of the bathroom diverting the mind of Flowers, he walked while rubbing his wet hair with a towel making his good looks increased many times with disheveled hair.
"Sas, I want to go back to my room right now, I need to change clothes and get ready." Flowers were about to move their feet towards the door.
"Rest, today don't have to accompany me." Literature rubbed the Flower's head and asked her to sit down.
"But I'm not good with the other employees, they work while I relax here" he said.
"If anyone asks about you I'll say that you're sick, no one will dare to argue with me because I'm the boss. After all, haven't you been working all night and all morning?" tease.
Flowers come back in shame. "Well authoritarian perverted bosses, I'll rest here anyway, I'm exhausted this way because of you!" Flowers were eager to hide her increasingly heated face.
"Are you tired, but you don't seem to be?" Literature even grinned annoyingly.
"Stop it, don't tease me anymore!" Flowers grunted while covering his face using both of his palms.
"Hahaha, I'm sorry, baby." Then Literature's phone rang and it was a call from Dawn.
"Good day sir, for breakfast today what do you want to order? we've reserved a table at your favorite restaurant."
"Please order my favorite menu complete for two people and I want my breakfast delivered to my room as soon as possible" he told Fajar.
"Well, then the table reservation how about sir?" The dawn asked again.
"Just go ahead, you guys eat at the restaurant without me" he said briefly.
"The boss wants breakfast in the room and for two?" Dawn muttered to herself, but then her brain regained consciousness.
"Don't the boss be with his girlfriend again...? my intelligent brain is polluted!" Dawn cursed her because of her wild thoughts, she even became misbehaved as a result of her own thoughts made the servants in the restaurant look at her in astonishment.
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Literature was feeding the Flower, which was fed back into protest while chewing its food. "I can eat by myself!"
"But I want to bribe you, so let me do it, you're sick anyway, aren't you?" Literature remains in its stance and does not want to be denied.
"But I want to eat alone, my hands don't hurt!
"What is sick?" Literature raised her eyebrows.
"That's not to be discussed!" upset mouth.
Literature chuckled at the wrong flower. He continued to feed his girl until her food ran out.
"All right, now rest. I'll try to get my business done quickly."
"Go don't worry about me." Flowers staring at Literature. Then Literature kissed her forehead.
"Lock the door, I'll be right back."
Bunga nodded and led Sastra to the door, After Literature came out of the room Bunga locked the door and lay down his body that felt very very tired, and he was very tired, even his brain could no longer think of anything else because all he wanted now was to rest and sleep.