The Obsession of the Enthusiast
Work Work Work Work

Wana shifted the naughty hands that had been on her hips instead so covered a little backwards.

But the hand was shifted again backwards.

Then without giving up Wana slide again to the hip.

But the hand went up.

So, Wana finally pinched the waist of the Om, a small pinch of the bike as dark as level 15.

"Ow!" Artha muttered in pain while grimacing.

"One more time, foot-inject" whispered Wana threateningly.

"You're so fierce, I love it" murmured Artha in Wana's ear.

Wana was suffocated in shock, "It turns out this is you who is actually behind the abuse? So sick? Uhh! This is dong's conditioned hand!" Wana again pinched Artha's fingers that crept into her chest.

"Let's teach the baby this way,"

"You didn't ask to be called, baby! From now on, just change to Mr. Boss!"

"It is up to you to call me what is important every day that you go to my room,"

"Om since when do you have two personalities?!"

"Since I know you, ask these two herders in front of me,"

"Ehem!" dehem Chandra was standing in front.

"Ohok ohok!! A lot of dust huh broooo!" Birawa said as she pretended to flick her hands to the front of her nose.

"Take the cough medicine there," Artha cuek muttered as he closed his body to Wana.

Wana painstakingly pushed Artha away.

"Why are you so cold?" Artha complained.

"Who tried it, huh?! You stingy! Hold 50 million chests, hold 100 million asses! Pay off my debt, cao from here!" exclaimed Wana while pushing Artha's chest slightly away.

"Well, cheat. If you have work experience, it will be fitting to have graduated from college you do not have to bother anymore to apply, directly accepted in this office, you know,"

"Yes but not so OG tooaaaaa Om Iaaaanggg!!" Wana again pinched Artha's arm.

"Well, that's Nirmala's request. There protest to him,"

"That's bringing brother!"

"I'm just fine, so there's a reason to let you in my room as often as possible,"

"Review you're macem-macem! I shaved his beard!" grouse Wana.

"It could be luck flying right away. The dragon dropped to just 11" Chandra murmured.

"Guping continues to work" grumbled Artha.

How not to try?! Inside the friendly elevator, except the elevator is 200m2.

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"Anjirr, this office room what's the goat cage? Amby!!" hiss Wana while staring at the scene in front of him in a gasp.

The problem is, the mess is not unmitigated.

All tumplek. Spill over until it does not look at the floor using what cement granite.

"Hehehehehehehe," hissed the three men there.

"Says Mas Chandra netin, double job!"

"Well, I can only clean the door doang mbak, end of ogling aja already lazy taste. Back direct automatic pegel Mbak,"

"When is this?!"

"When have you been?" artha asked her two assistants.

"Since ex-girlfriend has a new boyfriend, sir," replied Bira.

"So it was about 5-6 years ago yes," said Artha.

"It could be, sir. I also forgot. Maybe down there's a dead body of one of our employees already mummified,"

"Hm,"

"Hm,"

"So this is why no one can enter the room?!" exclaim Wana panic.

"That's how it is" answered the three together.

"Yes pardon, it turns out Om the type of husband who if he runs out of bathing towels thrown into the mattress, not hung on the clothesline," Wana rubbed his face an immediate sign of frustration.

"Yes, he's the kind that if you take clothes directly pull, not lifted under him," said Chandra.

"Or if you have eaten, the plate is just let out at the dinner table, not placed into the dishwasher," added Bira

"He once signed an important contract while smoking, continuing his burning coals allot to the contract. Fortunately the contract has Yudha Mas whose owner already understands the sablingengan gondrong,"

"Have it, you've survived me for over 15 years, anyway,"

"That's because the salary here is big sir," said Chandra and Bira together.

"That's because you're too good-natured to hire another company,"

Chandra and Bira grinned together.

"Where can I clean alone?! Can crumple this waist!" hissing Wana. "It's a pile of tall papers up to my calf!!"

"The candidates from lantunon Mbak," (slow but progress means).

"This alon-alon train can be finished as per new year times!!"

"Eheheheh, anywayaaa, good work," Chandra took a step back regularly.

"We have to work on an important project" Bira took two steps back.

"I also have to meet," Artha unhesitatingly waltzed out of the room.

"Gudluck, drink a lot, dispenser on the other end, don't worry about Fiji water," Chandra blurred out.

"If it seems strong, just call Ms. Viola, usually HRD is available for wind oil. Hehehehe," Bira escapes.

"Wooy!! You shucks all!" Wana was upset.

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About 2 hours later,

Chandra stood in front of the door of Artha's room while rubbing her chin. He looks worried.

Artha and Bira who had just finished the meeting approached him.

"Why you?" ask Artha.

"Hem, Sir?" Chandra looked at him worriedly. "I'm afraid I'll open the door,"

"Why?"

"That's what Madam Wana was inside. Do we need to call an ambulance before opening the door?!"

Artha's face immediately tensed up.

"You don't want to fuck around,"

"Well done, he's been given a task that we're all incapable of handling, sir!" hiss Chandra.

"To me call an ambulance" Bira replied quickly.

"Don't make a scene first! My good name is at stake here!" prevent Artha

"Party Father why not call ART services anyway? That's your own boyfriend!"

"The problem is that there is nothing I believe in except Wana! Moreover, he is resilient!"

"Emang has ever slammed him? how do you know he's hard-wearing?!"

"Yes not yet, soon as posible," Artha grinned.

"Elah, having a boyfriend just to be slammed," Chandra quipped.

"All the lipets" added Bira.

"Udah just open the door Chan, who knows can still be saved. One or two breaths can use CPR" heed Bira.

"Whose CPR-in?! If Mr. Arthha can-can be his beard ketelen even sprained,"

"Keselek means be aware" Artha murmured.

The two assistants stared at Artha with squinting eyes, attacking her with a look of blame.

"Okay, I'm open. Bismillah,"

Daaan...

Yreeeng!!

Wana sits on a long sofa while eating ciki and relaxing watching netflix while giggling.

His bright face looked at the three stunned men in front of the door. "Hi Papack-bapack doesn't know myself, my work is done, yaaa,"

Artha, Chandra and Birawa, gawked at the neat room. Kinclong, cling and glowing.

"Gosh, the floor turned out to be the same color as Pak Ramli's agate, gradation green," muttered Bira takjud.

"That's a document I keep in the cabinet yes, based on the date and the name of the company. Sort it yourself yes," hissed Wana while pointing at the teak wood cabinet with his chin.

All turned and look bantex range of various slick colors arranged neatly.

"Mbak Wana wants to be my wife?! I'm not a father!" Sahut Chandra's.

"Heh, shemprous!" Artha clapped Chandra's shoulder in annoyance.