Capítulo 13: Ch 12 Perfume
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"Awh… it's hot, sis!"
Helena shouted as Delima applied a towel soaked in hot water to her bruised arm.
"Yes, because it's soaked in hot water!"Delima replied, pressing the towel to make warm Helena's skin.
"Why don't you just use cold water?"
Helena whined, trying to pull her hand away, but she couldn't because on the side of Delima was Bastian.
If Helena forced to distance herself from Delima, then she would be stopped by Bastian who sat quietly watching Helena's.
"It's not effective. Warm water was faster to compress," answered Delima.
That women soaking the towel again in a bowl of hot water.
"But when I was in high school. I got bruised during a match. I put a cold compress on it." Helena replied,
She describing her experience of being injured while competing in high school.
"Actually, it's not warm but hot!" continued Helena, Shouting as the towel was back in her arms.
Bastian saw Helena's exploding behavior like a high school student. He immediately laughed. It reminded Bastian of his nephew that still in the second grade of high school.
However speaking style was the same as Helena when she was emotional.
"Don't laugh!" shouted Helena, also hitting Bastian spontaneously.
He was not angry. He pretended to protect himself while continuing to laugh. Then, in one movement, Helena was pulled into his arms.
"Relax, Delima is more experienced than you!" said Bastian, patting the top of Helena's head.
Helena was in the bosom of the boss immediately blushed. How could she be hugged by a man that their meeting could be counted on fingers.
Helena tried to free herself, but her face rubs against Bastian's shirt, causing the smell of the clothes Bastian. Its fragrance pierced deep into the heart.
Suddenly Helena was silent. One word crossed Helena's mind was 'fragrance'.
The word seemed to stop all existence in Helena. Forcing herself to stop struggling and releasing the hot sensation for a while.
'It's a different scent than Alan. This must be expensive perfume!'- Helena thought.
"What cologne are you wearing, sir?" asked Helena, suddenly popping her head from behind Bastian's arm.
Bastian suddenly got a question from Helena. He raised his an eyebrow. He did not expect. She didn't complain, but the girl asked about the cologne he was using.
"I don't use cologne," replied Bastian, removing his hand from the girl's head.
Helena's attention had been distracted from Delima that treating her.
"No? But it smells nice," Helena said disapprovingly of Bastian's answer.
"Ah, I use perfume by Kilian. I like the fresh and calm scent," replied Bastian.
"Perfume By Kilian? Is that expensive perfume?" Helena asked to the point.
"Not so expensive," replied Bastian, scratching at the back of his neck.
He didn't know if the price of perfume was not so expensive for other people. Because everyone had their own standards.
"How many price more than Posh men?" asked Helena excitedly.
In Helena's mind, if her boss' perfume costs was around 200 thousand, then she would buy the perfume and put into the room's diffuser. It's very pleasant fragrance and very gentle.
Bastian frowned slightly, considering the market price of men's perfumes that were well known in Indonesia. The perfume also often advertised in sports magazines or television.
"Probably about a hundred and eighty times more expensive?" Bastian replied, still hesitating.
"One hundred and eighty times? How much is that, sis?" Helena asked, looking at Delima just replaced the water in the bowl with new hot water.
"Calculate yourself, please," said Delima.
That women wringing the towel that soaked in the hot water just taken.
Helena pursed her lips, then turned back to Bastian who only watched Helena's behavior.
"How much sir?" asked Helena too.
"How much? Let's count," said Bastian.
He teasing Helena that still confused because Delima didn't want to give an answer.
In fact, without even counting, Delima knew how much the market price for a perfume from Kilian. Especially for his boss, because she ever helped to buy the perfume.
"One hundred and eighty is too much if times with twenty-three thousand!" replied Helena, sighing tiredly.
"Let's count first, eighteen times twenty-three, how?" Bastian asked, as if teaching a child.
Helena isn't stupid about counting. She's a little lazy about counting. Because she had a trauma in the past. She had to repeat the data collection just because of the wrong one calculation.
Because of that, Helena always chose data recap rather than matching data. Although she often did it when she felt something was missing up.
"How many?" Bastian asked Helena.
"About four millions!" replied Helena curtly.
Not because she was forced to count, but because she knew the price of the perfume of her boss was quite expensive, but very expensive for her that always used Eskulin and Vitalis.
Sometimes if she's lucky. She could get a sample of the company's perfume or defective product packaging that removed and replaced with new packaging. Usually Helena always got the product from her friend who worked in the production department.
However, it was very rarely.
"Well, you can the answer!" Bastian chuckled, seeing Helena sulking.
He thought Helena was sulking because she was forced to count.
"Sir, the price of your perfume is for my costs two months of living!" said Helena.
Finally protested because she couldn't stand the feeling of annoyance.
Bastian, who heard Helena's protest, was surprised. I don't know how many times he was surprised by the behavior of this young girl next to him.
"You like?" asked Bastian too.
"Yes, I like it, sir! But I can't buy it!" said Helena with sigh following her sentence.
Bastian stood up and left Helena. He walked to his desk then opened the drawer, then took out a pitch black box. Then Bastian came closer and sat next to Helena.
Bastian took out the contents of the box. When the box was opened. There was a fragrant aroma that spread. It's only limited to open the box from the perfume bottle.
"Here, there are still about 10 ml or less, I don't know for sure. I will give this if you finish the compress without fighting or trying to avoid," said Bastian, giving a reward.
Helena was silent for a moment. She seemed to think, then she asked.
"Why did you do that, sir?"
"That's because you are Noisy! You are like a child who didn't want to be injected!" replied Bastian just the way he was. And that's also the reason why he took Helena in his arms.
"Well, fine!"
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