Love Port.
8. Boss bum

"How dare you think I bite people!. You want me to sue because I've been thinking that's not the same as me," said hasan firmly.

Zahira's face turned pale, and without a second thought, the girl clenched her hands in front of her chest and apologized with her eyes closed, as if the boss beside her was in court.

"Sorry sir, I don't dare to mention you bite people, you're a good person, considerate, not arrogant and helpful," he replied. The eyes that had been closed immediately became open and rounded, zahira only realized that he was being bullied by his boss.

"Buhahahaha, you idiot!" the ridicule of Hasan, who was pervasive in satisfaction made the girl beside him become irritated.

Zahira could only grimace at Hasan's taunts that made her annoyed and embarrassed.

'Based on the boss of the wall, fortunately you are rich, if I have not already the objects mouth. Part of why I bodo really, just imagine too, will not be able to demand him' dumel Zahira in the heart while turning his lips.

"Udah, do not need to curse me in the heart, or your salary I cut," said Hasan grinning. The man seemed to understand what Zahira was thinking.

"Huh? How do you know?" zahira said again."

For the second time he showed his foolish behavior in Hasan's eyes

Citttt ... !!!

The sudden decitan of the brakes stopped startling Zahira, knocking her forehead into the dashboard of the car.

"So really what did I say?" hasan sarcas asked, he started to get emotional.

Zahira is looking at her boss who is hard to guess.

"Hehe, joking sir, you were out my ngusilin, so no papa dong ever in bales" replied Zahira cengengesan.

For a moment Hasan was silent about his behavior. It's not usually that fast as it's close to someone. Moreover, he is his own employee.

Talking with Zahira became a separate entertainment for the handsome man. He seemed to like Zahira's behavior which he thought was stupid and silly. Usually he will be indifferent to the people around him.

Zahira's forehead wrinkled, looking at his boss who was silent without expression, his face was indeed difficult to guess, so Zahira ventured to ask.

"Hem, I'm sorry sir, are you taking me home,? asked Zahira, he was confused by the behavior of his boss who was silent did not want to move his car anymore.

"No, come down here, you've ruined my mood tonight," replied Hasan Ketus, making Zahira show her beautiful face.

"One more time, I'm sorry sir, has made you angry. Do you have the heart to let a girl walk on these nights, what if someone does something bad to me?" zahira.

He showed as bright a face as possible so that the boss would kindly drive him home.

"All right." Hasan started to restart the engine.

Zahira's face became sparkling, her sweet smile emanated hearing the words of her boss, 'it turns out it is not difficult to change the mood of her boss, who is often fickle' thought zahira.

While Hasan, fixated on looking at the sweet smile of zahira through the front rearview mirror.he just realized that the girl who was beside him was indeed very beautiful.

And suddenly he remembered the words of his friend Naufal.

"Sir. Very nice father."

"Oh, don't praise, don't smile. You will remain in law. Who told you your heart doesn't like me."

'Emang severe ni person, why must also force the heart, it is up to my heart dong want to like or not the same person' inner zahira.

"Yes sir, it's up to you that the punishment is important not to cut the salary?" Persuade zahira, weld

"As for me, I'm the boss!" hasan replied arrogantly.

Zahira can only resign with Hasan's behavior that makes him careless. He did not expect to see the other side of his boss. Though the word restaurant temen-men the man is famous cold, but,

and not easy to get along with.

"So where's your house? Ask Hasan again, because from earlier the beautiful woman who was beside him had not said where his house was.

Zahira's gaze that had lowered his head to look around, he only wanted if he had not told his home where.

"So, you go straight, there will be a third of the way ahead. Keep turning left for about fifty meters, keep turning right again. Until then," said zahira explained.

"Tremendous grand."

"Sorry sir ngerepotin," replied zahira was not feeling well.

Hasan focused only on the street in front of him, without wanting to answer Zahira's talk. After the two of them got to the front of the house where Zahira lived, the beautiful girl finally came down and found her father waiting for her on the front porch of the house.

"So who did you son of?" ask Zahira.

"Sir boss, well, he's probably squirming Ira's waiting for the vehicle through midnight." Zahira took his father's hand to kiss. And took his father into the house.

"Well, your boss is just as good as his employees. He must be good because he squirms you like his own son. Dad also sometimes if helping people who like keinget same you Za" said father.

Zahira could only gawk at the words of his father, the middle-aged man thought that his boss was old, suddenly Zahira giggled at the thought.

"Why laugh. Is my father's speech funny?" ask the father, who saw his son's behavior become strange.

"Eh, you know, Dad, he's good" replied Zahira cengen.

'Dad don't know if the boss nyebelin' inner zahira.

The girl walked straight to her room. It feels nothing better than sleeping, considering his work is draining, not to mention sometimes he has to be able to wake up to keep learning, but he can learn, given the time when the sun has risen full activity outside the house.

Zahira decided to study before dawn, to be able to balance between work and campus. He must be really passionate and patient living a hard life.

Trouble having fun then. That is what Zahira always said when her spirit began to dim.