MY HUSBAND COOLS THE BUILDING
Next Time Be Careful
It was a clear morning after a night of rain. Some humans still look lazy to go to work. Some even evaporate infrequently. Their hands hung on the handle of the bus while their heads lowered in drowsiness.
The morning bus that was boarded by the Emperor was full of office workers who left early in the morning so as not to be late due to traffic jams.
Some High School girls who also leave school —wearing the same bus— each other. They were talking about such a handsome Emperor. Badboy type loved by all women. A High School girl ventured to sit next to the Emperor as soon as the passenger next to her left. He thought the Emperor was so good that he stole a selfie with the young man.
Emperor —the annoyed— covered his handsome face with a hat, indifferently he ignored the behavior of the girl earlier. The emperor chose to fill the travel time with sleep. Last night he was only able to sleep at three in the morning because of a match. And at 8am he already had to come to the development project to work. Well, pretty, thirty minutes trip he can use to gather energy before struggling with mortar and paint.
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The emperor arrived at the construction project.
"Coffee first, here!" Another construction worker immediately handed the Emperor a cup of pitch-black coffee as soon as the young man arrived.
"Thank you, Bang. I just know I need caffeine." The emperor received an enamel cup filled with black liquid. He breathed in the elegant aroma of coffee before sipping it full of pleasure.
"Just got a match last night?" tanya Budi, a construction worker who has been in the profession long enough as a building porters. He was also the owner of the house where the Emperor was staying at the moment. The Emperor contracted the subsidized house from Budi.
"Yes, Bang."
"Win' no?"
"Win, Bang. Strive never to lose," said the Emperor, [and I cannot lose].
"It's good to win, don't lose. It's a pity that wounds still don't get money. Just look at your bonyok-bonyok face like that." Budi pointed at the bruise on the Emperor's cheek.
The Emperor touched him briefly and smiled. Soon he finished his ritual of drinking coffee because the foreman had arrived. Mr. Usman immediately gathered the building porters and divided the tasks.
"You're weird, Kai. Already had a face this handsome. Why is it still a building coolie or an illegal boxer? Find a rich woman who wants to marry you. Life is good, foya-foya, after all your assets will not disappear if only twenty years into the future." Budi patted slowly on the Emperor's cheek until the man grimaced in pain. Fitting in his bruised wound. Delicious pains are happening.
Well ... indeed this handsome face is very dear if you have to hurt. What is hot when working in the field. But somehow Kisar was reluctant to run Budi's idea, he prefers to work hard and enjoy his own hard-earned money.
[It seems like the medicine I was taking was less potent, still aching.] The Emperor's inner self as it touched his bruised face.
The heat of the morning sun began to scorch, felt burning skin. The Emperor's brown skin was glistening with sweat. The Emperor wanted to quickly descend once he finished painting the facade side of the house. The young man did not realize that Felicia happened to come to the house.
Bumps!
The Emperor jumped up and stood right beside Felicia. Turning the girl into a shocked scowl, she even jumped into her shock with the Emperor's behavior.
"Eh ... chicken ... chicken ... duck ... wa ... monkey!!" Felicia exclaimed loudly and covered her mouth with both palms so as not to bulldoze everywhere.
"Wkwkwk!!" All the workers there laughed when they heard Felicia calling the Emperor a monkey. Indeed, like a monkey, the hanger continues to jump carelessly and make the heart want to be dislodged.
"Sory, Ma'am! Sories. Habit, let's spit." The emperor panicked when he unknowingly harassed the owner of the house.
"No what! Next time be careful! Look down first, cake. Let there be no more victims" said Felicia, angry but also useless. So he mending keep the condition of the heart rather than exposed to high blood.
"Sorry, yes, Ma'am."
The sound of Felicia's cell phone made the girl choose to leave the Emperor. Felicia picked up her cell phone, a phone call from her father. They talked briefly about the work before finally upsetting the relationship between Reyhan and Felicia who recently seemed rarely together.
"Yes Reyhan has his own business, Pa." Felicia went inside the house, looking around with her cell phone still stuck in her ear.
"Reyhan's busy or you, Cia?" Rangga reprimanded his daughter, Reyhan is the owner of the company, no matter how busy he is, time is entirely Reyhan's, no one will even be angry if Reyhan brings Felicia to work.
"Just take some time for Reyhan, Cia! Remember, we guys like to get attention. Accompany and serve him dinner alone is enough, Cia. Don't be sorry if there's another woman giving him attention!" The father's advice flowed profusely as floodwaters filled Felicia's ears.
"Yes, yes, Pa. Cia knows."
"Hurry and get him out to dinner today!" Rangga sent his daughter.
"Today Cia has an operation scheduled, Lui's doctor asks Cia to help her." Felicia remembers her work schedule. Felicia who is crazy about work and learning never wants to stop studying, what else her dream of becoming a surgeon, she can not waste the opportunity to study with her seniors at the Hospital.
"Then TOMORROW!!" Rangga emphasized her tone until Felicia was forced to keep her ears away from the speakerphone.
"Do you notice, Cia??"
"Yes, Pa! Cia knows! Felicia's gonna take Reyhan to dinner tomorrow." Felicia let out a deep sigh in order that her father would no longer nag.
"Good, Papa is proud of you."
"OKs. Bye, Bj. Muach!"
Rangga closed his call as soon as Felicia gave a distant kiss. His way of saying goodbye has never changed even since childhood.
Felicia typed a message for Reyhan, asking him to dinner this weekend. Tomorrow is Sunday night and the two have not been dating for a long time, to be honest, Felicia misses Reyhan's scent and also the warm sweet kiss from the man's lips.
[REYHAN: OK, Jm 7 nights at the hotel.]
"Ih ... What the hell am I thinking?!" Felicia pranced, her face met as red as pomegranate just because Reyhan replied to her message quickly. It seems that the Papa is not wrong, Felicia has not met for a long time and a sense of kangen bursting from his heart.
The emperor who saw and accidentally heard Felicia talk on the phone could only shut up. As a person who knows the rottenness of Reyhan and Fiona, Felicia's casual behavior makes this young man feel bad.
Felicia turned her head towards the Emperor before she left. Observing the handsome face of the young man for a moment.
"Hey, Mom!" Felicia called the Emperor.
"Eh, me, Ma'am?"
"Yes, you, Mas." Felicia called the Emperor.
"What's up, huh?" The Emperor approached Felicia.
"Here, treat the wound with this, I happen to have because yesterday had fallen from the bike." Felicia took out an anti-push ointment and gave it to the Emperor. The emperor gawked as he received the medicine from Felicia's hands.
"Kok diem?? Here I wear it." Felicia squeezed a small amount of the ointment and gently applied it on the surface of the bruised Kisar's face.
The Emperor was in a screech, it was indeed painful, but his cry was more from shock. Why would this girl want to apply ointment painstakingly on a building porters like him?
"Sorry, is it sick? Why are you getting hurt?? It's a shame his face. What are you fucked with? Or fall into the job?" Felicia still did not know that the Emperor was a boxer.
"Already, done. You keep the rest. Wear it every time you shower."
"Ba .. good, Ma'am." The Emperor's heart immediately rippled as it felt increasingly guilty. Reyhan's lies that he covered one day would definitely hurt a girl as good as this, but, as a building porters what right did he have to speak?
"The chips are healed, yes. And be careful when working, don't get sucked or fall again." Felicia advised the Emperor before passing away.
"Mr …." The emperor wants to talk.
"Yes?"
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