CEO of Gondrong That, My Husband.
Mutation Letters

The room nuanced gold that pampered the eyes was a little crowded by some company staff who were gathering. Three of them were women while two were men. A beautiful woman with glasses seemed to be wiping her tears. The others seem to be encouraging.

"Udahlah Ra, do not papa kok you moved. Your career is good, your job is cool so the boss asks you to move to Jakarta to move up the level of your career." said one of the staff entertaining the girl with glasses.

"But why should I move, I will be much the same mother and father. I want to be here." With a hiccup and occasional wiping of tears, the glasses girl tried to protest.

"Lho, you are how Ra, the person was when you and your mother were told about this move, they were really happy. They also hope you can work in Jakarta later."

"Yes, I am sad to be away from them. I'm their only son." Still with the same cry the girl stared at the four friends at her place of work.

"This is a child, is the same Mother as his father had been sincerely he left but he was even crying like this. You'll get a better job in Jakarta, Ra."

"Are you the same mother you want to throw me out?" ask the girl who increasingly makes her four friends anxious.

"Become! tar long ago we fell into the fish pond ahead there. Wanna?" said one of the moustached men among them.

Andara Miya. The glasses girl was more familiarly called Dara. He was loved by all who knew him. Her warm, jovial, sociable and sometimes annoying personality makes Dara very quickly familiar with the staff.

This company where he works is one of the branches of the largest property company in Jakarta. Today, Dara gets a mutation order to Jakarta tomorrow. When Dara called Mom and Dad, the two parents were full of humor and welcomed the enthusiasm, even though Dara was already crying because she imagined they would soon be separated.

"Yes, son, you go right away. If necessary today also immediately leave." cried Mother on the phone. Previously, Dara would imagine the mother who was crying just like her, but it turned out to be unexpected. It was as if she was winning the lottery, upsetting him.

"Mother, when there's no sadness I'll be moved?" dara protests while shaking her waist. The friends of the room with him were already giggling.

"Mother even want to give thanks, Alhamdulillah, Mother's daughter will eventually become a pedophile in Jakarta."

Dara who heard the mother was so hysterical like watching her favorite soap opera immediately turned off the phone. Be at this time his four friends comfort him who is crying.

"Because, I'm sure you'll be successful in Jakarta. Well, you're smart, smart, a little chatty, too."

Dara grinned at Niar's last words while his other friend had laughed off seeing Dara getting upset.

"I swear you'll get a handsome guy in there." The other one chimed in.

"Eh, you should be grateful to be moved to Jakarta. You know, the CEO of our company is handsome kebangetan. I've seen ya's face in business magazines. The man is macho abis." said Niar again with his hands cupped in front of his face.

"Yes, you're the one who moved." said Dara.

"Where can Dara dear. The chosen one is only you. Wrong himself got a brain too diluted."

Dara only looked at her four friends with a glare. It is very hard to leave this city. In addition to being from childhood he was used to being in Malang, his friends were also very much here. Moreover, later he will certainly miss his Mother and Father who often make him laugh with their silly behavior.

Dara took a deep breath. It seems that he really can no longer change the decision. It is said he also, in Jakarta he will get a new position. Everyone who loved Dara welcomed the pleasure, only Dara was bowed lethargic.

"I'm gonna miss you guys." Dara was crying again. His other friends immediately embraced him. The guy so take the chance also who immediately got a hot pinch from Niar.

"This guy two wants to follow the hug too. Can't, haram. Not muhrim." Niar nagged at Bayu and Angga who had smiled terkulum.

"Yeee, you can't see anyone anymore. Kan rarely can get a chance to hug Dara like this." Bayu nagging on Niar who immediately reply jadakan at his temple.

And another advantage of the girl, the upper part of her body is very dense and large even though her body is slim. Dara did not know this was a blessing or a curse because every time she walked she would be the subject of male plotting.

Dara consulted a doctor. The doctor said he had excess estrogen hormone because of that his breasts became very beautiful and unsightly.

Dara now also so often wear a slightly looser shirt to cover the excess. His shirt is also often made by himself using the services of a tailor. Because if you buy, he always has trouble getting a shirt with a large chest width size.

"Duh, nothing else will be unsightly." chirped Angga while staring at Dara sad.

"Your gum!" Vira who had been silent immediately stuffed the tissue on the handsome and hilarious man's face.

"really. That's why you guys are also silicone like Dara." continued Bayu full of slander who was immediately greeted by a murderous gaze by Dara.

"Have silicone! this is real tau!" Dara's been tearing while ruffled waist makes everything there is a crumpled-up container.

When they were busy joking, someone with a high position entered the room, making them instantly silent.

"Well, come with me to the room." the 37-year-old man ordered.

"Good Mr. Mario." Dara immediately followed, leaving behind her four other friends.

"Because, tomorrow you leave in the morning. There will be a company driver who will pick you up. You will be the secretary of Mr. Bagas Gumilang. Your salary is huge if you can be his secretary and last a long time."

Dara frowned, not so understanding the direction of this superior conversation

"How do you mean sir?"

"Because, Mr. Bagas Gumilang has changed secretaries eleven times a year. Nothing could attract his heart. So I hope, you can be the secretary she hoped for." Mario explained with a serious look.

"What if I fail, sir? am I going to get fired too?" ask Dara worriedly.

Mr. Mario laughed.

"No, you're a very accomplished staff. You'll come back here if you fail."

Like a breath of fresh air, Dara welcomed the news.

"Good, Sir. I agree!" Dara immediately reached out and shook Mario's hand. He then went out of the room and Mario had not even had time to ask him to leave.

Mario just shook his eyes at the hilarious and clever staff. He believes Dara can certainly conquer the stubborn and liking Mr. Bagas at will.

Dara had other hopes. Expectations that are contrary to the dreams of the seamstresses.

"Oh my God, may I fail." Strange prayers began to be heard all over the crowded toilet.

Dara just passed by the staff who were staring at her confusedly.

"Si Dara is very strange, people to Jakarta ask for success he asked for failure" said one employee while giggling amusedly.