Become a CEO's Deposit
Drunk love
The two lovebirds came out of the room with their faces together and their hair wet. Walk side by side down the stairs and throw a smile.
Down there, Juna and Rani have stood up to welcome the arrival of the master. As soon as Alva and Chilla arrived, the two people compactly lowered their heads in greeting. However, only Chilla smiled in response, whereas the man immediately put on a flat face, and looked indifferent.
"Master, breakfast is ready." Rani said enthusiastically, smiling faintly at Alva, who was standing next to his wife. No matter the glare of Juna's eyes.
Not answering, the man pulled Chilla's waist, then wrapped his hands. "Darling are you hungry?" Ask the wife, while giving a lot of kisses.
Chilla quickly nodded. "Yes, your baby's starving baby." Touching Alva's arm then rubbing, starting not to care about the others.
"You're too excited, honey. That's why your energy runs out, then let's have breakfast first." Deliberately harden the sound, leading the wife to the dining table, without removing the clench.
But their steps came to a halt, as soon as Juna cleared his throat. "Sorry, Sir. But the meeting schedule has been backtracked for almost an hour." He said honestly, pointing at the clock that was coiled around his wrist, reminding him that there was no more time for breakfast.
"Then let me just pack the food, sir. So that Miss can eat on the street." Timpal Rani again gave me an idea. Chilla glanced at the flustered husband leaning on her shoulder. Chilla poked the chin, until Alva threw her face towards him.
"We eat on the street well, I'm afraid Big Brother's late."
"You made me late." Alva said, making the girl chuckle, then raised both fingers to form the letter v while apologizing.
Not wanting to just get an apology, Alva moved her lips, moving spoiled asking to be greeted by Chilla.
While Juna was already shaking his head. Give up on lovebirds that every day increasingly spread friendly.
*****
Meeting rooms.
The girl whines along, promising not to interfere with the ongoing monthly meeting, but whatever the power, Alva who has been too late in love with the wife, just does not pay attention to the person who is giving the report.
His eyes could not be separated from Chilla, wild thoughts overpowered his brain, until he suddenly chuckled while tapping on the table, making everyone stare at him.
What was? They're wondering.
Aware of being the center of attention, the tickle recedes. Showing the view to the whole room. "Why do you see me like that? Quickly continue!" Cetus Alva is like a man who does nothing.
While in the back there, Juna sneaked his temple. A headache started to strike him suddenly. You really are out of your mind, you can laugh when people are reading reports.
And the meeting went back. No one disputed Alva's words. There were even smiles, knowing that the Master was being drunk with love, on the girl who was photographing herself at the end there.
"Sir." Call Juna the umpteenth time, but the handsome man is still engrossed in his own fantasies.
Finally, Juna who was quite upset held Alva's shoulder, until the man turned his head. "What?" Ask without a sound.
"They're all done reading the report, sir." Juna's light slightly suppressed his voice, so that this crazy man could understand. That now was his time to talk.
"Oh." Reply Alva briefly, like a fool.
"Just oh?" Juna stared in disbelief, it seemed like the meeting was completely chaotic, from the delay of time, to the Master who was not focused on paying attention.
"Otherwise? Already finished?"
Gosh darn. Can I put it on?
