Dear Mr. Saga
KTS 26'S. Palau

How is a man as cold as Antarctica when he is restless? Will his face wrinkle grimly, or remain cool with no expression. Because sometimes people think, Han won't even budge, even if his hand is scratched by a knife. They forgot, Han is also an ordinary human, who can even fall in love. Yes, because if you're next to Mr. Saga, Han looks like he doesn't need anything.

Secretary Han's car entered the basement parking of the apartment. There was another car coming out. Han slammed the car door, like he was relieved after doing so. Within minutes of time revolving around him, the man had already entered his house. The highest floor of the apartment building. Only silence welcomes the home owner's return.

He sighed, sounding heavy and depressed, all the way from Brian's restaurant after dinner last night, his head was thinking of various things, Aran's disappointed face to him dancing in the eye peluk. Angers. He was angry because it involved emotions in making decisions. Just this time he made a mistake reading Mr. Saga's wishes, and it was fatal as a result.

Many things Brian said earlier, the more the knife thrust into his senses.

I shouldn't have walked out of Mr. Mun's room earlier. I should have defended him. Huh! My biggest mistake was, wrongly predicting Mr. Saga's will. It was my fault.

His own words made the incision on his perfection work all along. It's like smearing a gold list of accomplishments. Like a disgrace to Secretary Han's perfect career.

He loosened the tie with one hand, standing in the living room, Han pulled his tie roughly. Throwing along with the suit she was wearing to the floor. Walk towards another room while removing the buttons of his shirt one by one with one hand. Before opening the door he opens his shirt dramatically, like the undressing scene in an action movie. He threw his shirt on the floor.

The white shirt was scattered near the door. The chest was fielded, and the muscular arm was seen glistening over the light of the lamp. Han's flat, stocky abdominal muscles stood out and were perfect. He almost never showed it to anyone. A body as good as that was only seen in its own shadow.

Brak!

The door of innocence must again be an impingement of the heartbreak of a Secretary Han. The man entered the sports hall. The cold glass wall clearly showed how his face was now. The glass reflects the beauty of the body as well as the coldness of a person's gaze.

Angry, sad, not knowing what to do, everything mixed into one. All the expressions reflected the glazing glazes that were stuck filled the walls of the room.

Only his breath could be heard in the sports room. Mixed with the silence of the night. There are small windows numbering two open curtains.The night sky and the lights of the city are clearly visible.

The quiet atmosphere was inversely proportional to the rumbling gathered on Secretary Han's chest. Tonight if he didn't let out the explosive energy in his heart, he might not even be able to sleep tonight.

Han walked towards the closet, not long before his hands were wrapped in blue boxing gloves. He walked towards the other corner of the room, where the hanging samsak was.

The sports equipment in Han's house was very complete. Like the ones at the Antara Group sports facility. He made it exactly the same.

Bugs!

Without warming up the first blow landed hard. Embedded concave in the body of samsak. If the blow was about to hit a human, Han's opponent would have been knocked over. With broken lips.

And bugs, bugs, he attacked the samsak over and over again, without pause. Hit again, bug. His leg kick also floated. Sweat began to drip from the clothesless body. Something was dripping in his ear. Falling into his arm muscles.

Bugs! Bugs! boxing again, again, and again. Kick again, go on and on. Alternating as he pleases.

His fist was chasing with his breath. Bugs, bugs, again, and again. Hands and feet alternately beat the samsak, until fatigue itself, bored because it did it without pause and in the end the strength of his hands weakened out of energy. Han dropped a hug on the samsak that swayed to the right and to the left. He cussed at the night air with a trembling voice.

The man walked over, towards a thick mat near the glass. He dropped his supine body. There was a sound of debum as his body fell. Look at the ceiling of the sports room.

Goddamnit!

Long enough Han lay on his back, dripping sweat fell on the mat he was sleeping on. She was shaking her wet hair.

Mr. Saga handed the decision to him. Calling Aran again will also not be prohibited Mr. Saga, but Aran still has lost his job to look after Miss Daniah. That was how Han was seriously thinking. Mr. Saga wouldn't want to see him in the main house. So if he brings Aran back, he still has to put it where he can't see.

Han woke up, leaning against the glass. A sweat dripped from his forehead, falling on his chin. The clear water thread slowly fell, smashing into Secretary Han's broad and broad chest, mixed with their brother who had been struggling in that chest from earlier.

But the problem is if he wants to come back. I made him angry and disappointed.

For a moment he just bowed down in front of the glass, letting his shadow watch, his pitiful moments were like this. The girl had messed up Han's life which had always gone the way it should. The man who was indifferent to many things, now began to think of such a thing as the anger of a girl.

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The sound of water falling was heard. Watering bodies. The water from the shower touches the body that is standing still with the head down. He's taking a cold shower. Hoping that the water wafts its chaos.

Uh!

Uh!

Sighing again. When the rain of water stops falling from the shower, water droplets change to fall from his body. The body that was not wrapped in a thread stepped, grabbing the towel. His hands did not miss reaching for a small towel to dry his hair.

Secretary Han still looks handsome even though he is still in a bad mood. However, after a bath and freshness filled his body he was a little starting to be able to think clearly.

His body still left a little wet with the bath water.

Head to the kitchen to make a glass of warm milk. Afterwards she sat down while staring at her empty milk glass.

Hp's estimated. Connection connected. A male voice stuttered there. It seemed like he had gone to sleep and woke up shocked to see who was calling.

"Schedule my meeting with the Chairman of TV station XX."

"TV station XX, isn't she already blacklisted?" The one over there is confusion. Not only because of the new mengjap wake up, but because the tv station that has been cut off in cooperation with Antara Group was discussed by his boss these nights.

"Don't ask that much, you know, the crowd knows it usually does..."

"Okay sir, I'm sorry. I'll make an appointment soon." More afraid to hear Secretary Han say those scary words than to cut off his boss.

"Hem."

"Good." The man in the room was waiting for Han to turn off the call, but when the connection had not been cut off and no sound was heard he began to pias a little.

Why this, why didn't he hang up. The man panicked himself. She screamed without a sound and could only wait. He asked, his mouth not daring to open. Closing the call, indeed he had how many lives to dare to do it. Finally he chose to be quiet, waiting, breathing slowly.

"You ever had a fight with your wife?" The sound that was heard again made the man drop the body on the sofa relieved.

Kenapa Anda bertanya begitu?

"Of course you have been sir." Be careful to answer, because you do not know where the question goes.

"What did you do to defuse your wife's anger?" The second strange question came out.

Why is he asking this!

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not wrong, but I apologize first. You've heard, if women are always right, and when they fight with their wives, the term is always true." Reply long with enthusiasm while uncovering the memory of his quarrel with his wife first. "Come to him, hug him, kiss his tears and I say I love my wife, repeat until she's gone down." That's what he always does when his wife is angry.

"You're crazy! Cih, it's useless for me to ask you, take care of your duties properly and let me know tomorrow." Secretary Han closed the call angrily hearing the crazy idea of his subordinate.

Come over to him, hug him and kiss him. What crazy!

Han put his empty glass in the dishwasher. Then walking towards his room, he had already determined what action he would take on Aran.

Doesn't he have a dream and his dream job, well, just think of it as God's way of realizing your dream.

The girl had gone in too deep in Secretary Han's heart. Until he thought seriously, just as he solved the problem for Mr. Saga.

He took off the towel and dropped it on the floor, grabbed the shorts, then climbed onto the bed.

A cold night enveloped Secretary Han's long day.

Seriate

Halu me as a sweat dripping on the chin 🤣