Husband, Honey Mouth Poison
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The clock is pointing at the number 7. All employees are out of the company. Only a few people remained in the office. Usually OB and security.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Mr. Boy OB, gawking from the door. He's checking the finance division room. Not usually the same lamp printer machine is still on.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Uh Mr. Boy." Raisya turned towards the door.

"Mad Raisya hasn't come home yet?" Mr. Boy approached him while carrying a broom and pengki are usually fortified everywhere.

"Not yet sir. Overtime." Answer Raisya.

"Oh. Would you like to make Mr Boy a drink?" Mr. Boy who is familiar does not hesitate to help anyone who needs it. So no wonder that many Boy sir liked.

"Oh can sir. If you don't mind." Raisya replied that he was still busy collecting the papers coming out of the printer machine.

"Brown milk, right?" Mr. Boy immediately guessed Raisya's favorite.

"Know that. Yes sir. Coffee can't sleep." Replied Raisya who was a little more done with her task.

"okay." Mr. Boy immediately passed to the pantry in the finance room. Each division room is equipped with a toilet and pantry respectively.

"I want to pray first so that later to arrive at the boarding house can immediately sleep." Raisya muttered as she passed towards the toilet.

"Sir.this is the milk!" Mr. Boy kept the glass.the milk was on Raisya's desk.

"Where is Raisya?" Mr. Boy's eyes circulate.

"Oh. It turns out from the toilet."

"Why sir?"

"Eh no mbak. It's like the milk's still warm." Mr. Boy told Raisya that his milk was finished.

"Oh yes thank you sir!" Raisya immediately sipped.

"Well fitting." Raisya praised the milk made by Mr. Boy.

"Well, Raisya still likes milk, even though it's this big?" Boy laughed a little.

"He he. Notya, Mr. Boy is also a rich baby when he meets his wife." An adult joke came out of Raisya's mouth.

"Eh mbak Raisya. don't discuss not married!" Mr. Boy was a little embarrassed to get a joke on Raisya.

"He he. I pray first sir!" Raisya immediately held a prayer rite and prayed isya.

"Well lucky mate who dapetin mbak Raisya. It's pretty, smart, sholeh again." Mr. Boy praised Raisya while sweeping the room.

"Mak Raisya is still a long time?" Mr. Boy asked Raisya who seemed to have finished his prayer.

"A little while now, sir. Just put paper reports." Raisya answered while folding her face and her alphabet.

"Oh."

"Why? Boy sir done cleaning this room?" Ask Raisya.

"Mbak. Turn off the lights and lock them. Unless Raisya wants to stay here." Mr. Boy chuckles at Raisya.

"Ih. Mr. Boy. Staying here alone is not necessary. Scared." Raisya shakes her shoulders.

"What's the fear? Any sightings?" Boy is joking again.

"It was a good thing that he saw Mr. Boy. How does the appearance of who owns the company. I was asked for money for a stay!" Raisya laughs.

"He can be Raisya. But. Mr. Boy did not end his mind. Why does Adam often stay in the office? Doesn't he have a big house? What is it good to sleep in the office? Alone he he no one menggekepin anymore." Boy returned laughing.

"Maybe more work sir. For example, I am. If you have a lot of work, you cannot go home quickly. Even if it's finished, tired body hunt sir! Better to sleep in the office than on the road exhausted, what kind of accident?" Bela Raisya who felt the weight of being an office person.

"Yes yes, mbak. Mending rich sir Boy yes he did not think much but money is also not much. What matters is happy." With a simple thought, Mr. Boy expressed his opinion.

'Yes yes, yes mbak. So the boss has to be smart but tired of it is also more than Mr. Boy." Mr. Boy scrunched his forehead.

"Yes sir. Whatever our profession. All we need is to be grateful. If you are not grateful, feel less." Cicit Raisya had finished bundling his report paper.

"Yes right, mbak." Mr. Boy is mangosteen.

"Sir. Can you please order ojeg online?" Raisya asks Mr. Boy to order ojeg online. Because currently Raisya does not hold a mobile phone.

"Oh can mbak. Where is the phone?" Mr. Boy was astonished.

"Lost sir!" Answer Raisya.

"Well.. ?" Mr. Boy gawking.

"I'm done, sir. Now go downstairs." Raisya keeps the document on Jacky's desk so that it can be read tomorrow morning.

"Good mbak. We're going downstairs! Let's have a friend." Mr. Boy came out following Raisya after previously turning off the room lights and locking the room.

"Thank you sir!" Raisya got out of the elevator with Mr. Boy.

"Yes alike. The ojeg is already in front of the madam!" Bright sir Boy.

"okay."

Unbeknownst to Raisya, a pair of eyes were trailing Raisya while smoking a cigarette. After the distance is close. He pulled Raisya's hand.

"Eh.. " Raisya was surprised once her hand was there that was interesting. Raisya immediately looked over.

"Jacky.. "

"Follow me!" Jacky's face was not friendly.

"But I ordered ojeg." Reject Raisya.

"Cancels!"

"can't. He's been waiting." Raisya was a bit confused because his online ojeg was already waiting in plain sight.

"Wait here!" Jacky steps closer to Raisya's order ojeg. It was seen that he took out a note from his wallet and gave it to an ojeg. His face looked happy to accept Jacky's gift.

Jacky again clasped Raisya's hand and led to the parking area.

"Hey take my hand off!" Raisya felt uneasy, her hands clasped tightly like that.

Jacky finally let go of his grasp.

"Why are you messing with his ojeg?" Raisya is confused by Jacky's attitude which suddenly turns cold.

"She's cute. cancel." Jacky answered while opening the car door.

"Lake in!" Jacky tells Raisya to get into his car.

Raisya was still staring at the car in front of him.

"Do I need to force my way in?" Jacky half forced.

"I'm so I'm in." Raisya sat down beside Jacky and was still feeling confused. Why did he have to get in this car.

Jacky who saw Raisya was a bit confused immediately put up his Safety Belt. And something unexpected his head even collided with Jacky, because of shock.

"wwwS.. " Raisya grimaces.

"ill? Let me see!" Jacky who felt guilty immediately approached Raisya's head looking at the affected part.

The distance between Jacky and Raisya was so close that each of them felt a strange aura. Dag dig dug heart that is not so irregular and difficult to control.