Boss Come Here Please!
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Overcast skies dotted the city of Jasmin at the time, small rain seemed to start to drizzle and rumble lightning flash over the sky. I am a nineteen-year-old girl who cannot continue her education at the next level, feeling sad because of the limited funds and the many debts that my father had to pay.
"Dad, actually Asta still wants to continue school to college." I sat in the corner of the house chair hugging the School that I had won a year ago.
"I'm sorry, son. Since your mother died, our noodle shop business has lost a lot of customers and now we have to swallow bankruptcy pills." Dad calmed myself by stroking my back gently.
"Asta understands dad, actually Asta just wants to work to cover our debt and save to continue to college."
My father kissed my forehead gently and said, "excuse your father, son. Even to send yourself to school, I can't afford it."
I never blamed my father, because our economy was never good after my mother died.
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Three months later. I purposely sent a CV to one of my city's housekeeping assistant agencies. The agency successfully sent people to work abroad or even in the capital.
It didn't take long after sending the CV, I got a call to work in one of the luxury homes in the Capital, and had to leave right then and there.
After saying goodbye to my father, it took several hours to get to the Capital by using intercity buses between provinces.
With a long journey and quite tiring, I was finally able to set foot in the city that is often called metropolitan, with extraordinary congestion, even already famous abroad. Arriving at the Capital, a man carrying a 3x4 photograph approached me with a neat three-piece black suit stellan.
"Are you Miss Asta?" That person asked me while occasionally staring at my face and the photo in his hand in turn.
"Ah .. yes, I'm Asta," I replied glancing at the photo of who this man was carrying.
"Include me, my name is Vishnu." She reached out to me and, I welcomed her hand and we shook hands with each other.
"Are you my employer?"
"Bukan—I am a secretary of Mr. Arga," he replied politely.
He brought my bag which was quite heavy, to the terminal— parking lot and then let me sit on the front bench of the white Sedan car parked in front of the Capital terminal.
"Please. I'll take Miss to Mr.'s residence. Arga."
Without thinking I got into that car.
The sky was already dark when Vishnu's secretarial car split the streets of the Capital today. Our trip did not take long because fortunately the streets of the capital are not so crowded tonight.
We arrived at one of the multi-storey buildings in the city center with no idea how many floors because it was so high.
"Is this an apartment?" I asked the secretary Vishnu.
"Yes" he answered, parking his car.
'I thought, I'll work in a mansion, it turns out that it's just an Apartment ?'
I murmured in my heart, while following the Vishnu secretary who had been seen some distance ahead.
We're heading to the 15th Floor Unit no 301. After arriving at the door in white, Vishnu's secretary immediately pressed the bell in the left corner of the door.
Tong
Soon a tall and handsome man with sharp eyes wearing navy training pants and a black t-shirt opened the door for us.
"Gosh, how handsome!" I almost squealed in astonishment, holding back the saliva that seemed to be coming out of my mouth.
"Ah .. You Wis," said the man, looking at me at a glance, and turning to leave us.
I am welcome to sit by the secretary of Vishnu. Then he took out a paper containing a contract of employment.
"That was Mr. Arga, he was your master. Oci ... Mr. Arga most dislikes living with a talkative person." Vishnu's secretary explained Arga's traits to me so that I could be more careful when facing my master's temperament.
Arga is a 35-year-old childless widower, the owner of several restaurants in the capital and he is also a famous chef, who often wara wiri on television shows, he is also the CEO of one of the number one cosmetics companies in the country, and he is a founding subsidiary of the company.
Article by article I read, until article 11 is written. "If the 2nd party resigns for no reasonable reason, then the 1st party will pay the penalty 10 times the salary concerned."
"Sorry secretary Vishnu, why is there such a chapter?" I pointed to that.
"Because Mr. Arga's Assistants often resign without cause, due to Mr. Arga's difficult nature and we are quite difficult to find a replacement, therefore we make the article to bind a new assistant." the Vishnu secretary explained to me.
"So that's it."
"Although a little strange, but his salary is quite large, I just have to be patient with his attitude, for the sake of Father," I murmured inwardly.
Then I started signing the contract.
"Deal." We shake hands with each other.
"The apartment is also big." I looked to the right and to the left to confirm the situation.
"Please Asta can Rest, I will retreat first," said Vishnu secretary.
"Thank you." I answered with great joy.
I walked around the apartment that looked quite large with a spacious backyard.
I also walked into the kitchen, touching one by one kitchen equipment that did not seem cheap. Most are made of porcelain which is definitely not cheap.
Suddenly I was surprised by the appearance of a tall man who unlicensedly moved as quietly as the wind, he was already behind me, when I turned around, and automatically hit the chest of his field.
"Geez!!" I spontaneously held the chest because shock was not a bitch.
In a cold voice he asked me. "What's your name?"
"I'm Asta." I answered her question with a voice trembling slightly from fear.
"You better take a break! Tomorrow you will have to get up early to do your first job in this house" said my master.
"Ba–baik, pak—" I'm preparing to turn my body towards the room.
"Please don't call me father! You better call me Mr. I hate to be called father." Those words stopped my steps, and turned back to look at her.
"Well," I replied, leaving the tall and handsome man.
Why not call dad? maybe because of too long living abroad so like antipathy with the call of the father.
The clock shows at 23:00 I still can't close my eyes, but tomorrow's my first day of work, what if I have bad luck.
My employer's face always rotates in my brain. Don't know why? Maybe because it's too handsome that makes me unable to blink if I look at his face.
I forced my eyes to shut and make peace with the dream and with great difficulty I was able to close my eyes.
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At 4:30
I woke up to the sound of my phone alarm. With my eyes still glistening and my body not yet collected, I was forced to get up, I was not used to getting up this early, but from now on I have to get used to it.
I opened the door of my room, there was no sign of my handsome master, was it possible that he was still asleep?
I went to the bathroom to wash my face and start my homework. Sweeping, mopping and wiping the whole house.
Everything looked clean, even the dust did not dare to reveal its nostrils for fear of my coming.
Suddenly I was startled again by the appearance of my handsome master. It seems like he has just been exercising maybe jogging or the like, I also don't really understand the way the sports people of the city.
I pretended to ignore his whereabouts, and still continued my work wiping the television table.
"Can you make me apple juice without sugar?"
I paused for a moment and approached him who was sitting on the sofa in front of the television looking at me with a flat and cold gaze but still left a handsome impression like a play in a drama on television.
"Well I'll make you Mr." I replied and headed to the kitchen to make some unsweetened apple juice.
Shortly after I prepared the apple juice he ordered, I handed it to him.
I continued my work that was delayed earlier. "How old are you?" He asked me as if he was interviewing me personally.
"I am nineteen Mr. And it just so happened that I had only graduated from high school one year." I answered his question straightforwardly and clearly.
He didn't continue his words and went to his room, while I was still busy with my work wiping the kitchen table to clean the bathroom.
8:00 at 00
He came out of the room and was already looking neat with a navy blue suit stelan. Somehow he looked more handsome and handsome with his work clothes, until my mouth was made to gape at him.
"God ... God's sexiest creature!" I murmured in my heart, my mischievous thoughts began to stain my brain, if only he were to become my husband.
Suddenly he came up to me and said
"i'm used to having breakfast outside. If you want to cook for your own food, this is an atm card for you, you can shop for home needs, automatically if this card is used, the bank will contact via sms banking," arga explained to me.
"thank you Mr. Arga."
Seriate
sorry this is my first work, of course there are still many shortcomings.
the Point Of View. Here I wear mixed Pov.
hopefully it can be enjoyed.
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