Speechless

The happiness radiated to Nafisa after knowing that everything she got this time was a deep thought. How not, after Wildan asked her to stay at home, it took her a long time.

There are still many things that Nafisa needs to ask Wildan. Starting from when she worked. But in fact, Wildan didn't say anything to her.

"Can you give certainty to Nafisa?"

Wildan, who was stirring his coffee, confused himself. How not, his mother's question was a little confusing for him. His mind was so foggy thinking about the certainty in question.

"Why is Nafisa asking for certainty, Mom?"

Wildan became confused himself. Meanwhile, Gea laughed disdainfully at her son.

"You really are insensitive to candidates-"

"Future wife? Mom ... I didn't promise anything to Nafisa at all. How could he ask for the certainty of wanting to be married? Don't think too much! I never said-"

"Oh, Wild. Mom never mentioned that at all. But your mind wanders here and there. Makes my mother confused myself."

Wildan no longer answered. It feels to be worried to have to say it all to his mother. He became aware that the direction of the conversation that was deliberately explained turned out to be a useless thing.

"Yes, Wildan, I'm sorry. So what exactly do you want to say?" asked Wildan embarrassed.

"That, you are now in the warehouse Nafisa is in there. I've been busy looking at the calendar and looking for when she can get paid,"

Willow frowned. He became confused himself thinking about it all. What is the relationship between payday and calendar?

But wait! What surprised Wildan the most was that he was linked with Nafisa, whose attitude was not clear.

***

"What are you doing standing there?"

Nafisa asked in surprise to find Wildan, who for some time had been standing in front of her barn door.

"You're watching me work? Have I been working like that?"

Again, Nafisa spoke again after being ignored by Wildan.

And unfortunately, Wildan even remained calm in front of her eyes. Was the man's ear so deaf that he couldn't hear it?

"Have you interrogated your boss? Now it's my turn to ask you," said Wildan with a calm face.

Nafisa still needs time to think a thousand times. The reason, the woman heard a term escaped from her mouth. I don't know, I feel confused myself. Since when did Wildan call himself the boss?

"Wild! I want to interrogate you one more time. So you answer my question first before I tell you directly, "

"Geez, why are you always taking chances? Why didn't you stop all your talk earlier?"

If Nafisa knew what was going on, the woman would definitely ask the next thing.

"Just say what you have to say, Wildan. I didn't speak. Say it quickly," urged Nafisa to be irritated.

Wildan took a good look at the woman's face. Seeing Nafisa's flat face, she couldn't think more calmly.

"Sorry if I annoyed you. Just say your question. I'll answer later when I'm in the mood."

Nafisa swallowed her words. She pulled the man into the room. Forcibly seated Wildan in front of her. In a split second the woman showed Wildan the calendar.

"You have decided that I will be accepted as part of the cake production house. So I need a definite answer from you. I just need clarity on when can I be accepted as an employee?"

"Indeed, you are deaf and you can't rely on your focus,"

Nafisa became furious to hear that. She tried to speak the truth but instead was treated like that. I just feel like running away then.

"Never mind, he's the type of a fierce boss. I don't have the heart to do it all to me."

Nafisa turned her face away. It's up to what will happen. Even if Wildan feels hurt by his attitude, Nafisa is resigned to being treated like that.

"I will answer it. Sorry if my mouth is sometimes grumpy. Because you are part of my workforce. So you have to be prepared to get bad treatment from me, "

"Yes!" replied Nafisa briefly. "So what does Mr. Boss want to tell me?"

"Now you can work tonight. So the calculation of your salary is exactly one month. You can't take your salary before one month. Understand?"

"Thankfully, that means I can get the money right away. In that case, what to do now, Boss?" asked Nafisa excitedly.

"There isn't any. And you don't have to call me boss."

"What?!"

Nafisa surprised herself. She felt that Wildan's answer made him dizzy. Earlier the man had already said that she had accepted him as an employee.

Then what is it? Wildan asked her not to work tonight and not to call him boss. Very weird!

"Go to sleep, Nafisa. Do you want to keep warehouse? There are ghosts here and don't let you have a heart attack in my house,"

"Wildan, I know that I am actually a poor woman. But that doesn't mean you have to treat me badly. I still have self-respect. If you reject me as an employee just say so! There's no need to use subtle methods."

Wildan's brows furrowed in confusion. He still needs time to digest it properly.

"What do you mean by that? Don't think anything of me. Since when did I try to step on your pride?" asked Wildan, annoyed with him.

Nafisa swallowed hard. There is a feeling that wants to be released. However, Wildan's angry face showed his own emotions.

Not wanting to say the wrong word and guess wrong, Nafisa chose to leave the room. Whatever the circumstances, he made sure that Wildan had lost respect for her.

"Wait, Nafisa!" Wildan intercepted pulling his hand

For some reason, Nafisa's hands were suddenly cold. She was confused by himself that suddenly her heart was beating wildly. Especially when you see Wildan's eyes.

The black net was aimed clearly at him. There was a sense of desire that was released by Nafisa, but she was ashamed of herself. Honestly, seeing Wildan's flat expression instantly revealed Nafisa's heart.

"Please my heart, don't ever carry the feeling of being alone. Here Wildan is a man you should respect as a boss. Not as the opposite you should love. Be aware anyways, the guy already has a girlfriend!" Nafisa continues to struggle with her own mind.

"Don't call me boss. Just call by name. And one more thing, starting today I have listed you as a potential employee to increase my turnover.

But that doesn't mean you go straight to work too. My working hours are from morning to five in the afternoon. And now it's past. I hope you can just rest in your room."

"Sleep in the room?" Nafisa asked spontaneously. But even Wildan didn't answer.

This made Nafisa speechless to hear it all. The reason, the woman is enough to bring the feeling of being given attention. Especially when Wildan asked him to sleep in his room.