Boss Come Here Please!
#Black Goat
I walked behind Arga, a few meters away. Considering I'm just a housekeeper at her house.
Arriving at the office lobby, many eyes looked at us wildly and not even a few of them gossiped about us.
Arga did not notice them, while I still walked down behind him.
Seen in front of the glass door of the Arga office, the latest black sedan car is parked right in front of the door.
A security guard opened the door for her. Then with great authority Arga got into the car, while I followed by sitting next to him.
That afternoon Arga's car runs smoothly splitting the capital that afternoon was not too hot.
Before long we arrived at one of the city's fine restaurants, which I remember only taking a few minutes from Arga's office.
We walked side by side, the difference is Arga the road raised his head, while I walked down.
We sat on the second floor of the restaurant, under a palm tree embedded in a very large pot.
One of our waitresses approached us, with a friendly smile that was not being made up while giving up the menu book to us. "Please ladies and gentlemen."
"You want to order anything, whatever," he said as he opened the menu book on the table.
I went back and forth the menu book repeatedly, but found no food fitting on the stomach of a little person like me, because all the food looked foreign in my eyes.
"I ordered the same menu as Mr. Arga" I said as I closed the menu.
"I ordered 2 Rosemary chicken with sauteed vegetables and 2 orange juice" Arga said in a polite tone typical of a distinguished young master.
"Okay, please wait," replied the Pramusaji.
While waiting we were swept away in our minds without talking to each other.
Arga was just busy with the phone in his hand, I don't know what he was doing, whereas I prefer to see the view of the capital which was not so crowded at the time.
Suddenly someone pulled my hair from behind so tightly that it attracted me and fell to the floor.
"www...!" I screamed in pain with my hands holding onto my hair so that the pull was a little loose.
Arga looked surprised to see me.
"Yourself!!" exclaiming Arga, he stood up and walked towards me, he tried to untie the grip of the Viennese hand on my hair.
"So this woman who snatched you from me, this village woman!" With a high tone Vienna shouted, making the entire restaurant look at us.
"What are you talking about? he is my housekeeper," Arga said slightly whispering.
"Female basis******, the snatch of men's husbands!" he managed to land two slaps to my right cheek and left cheek, and clawed my hand with his long fingernails.
I grimaced in pain, while Arga tried to tear us apart, and held Viennese belly from behind trying to keep Vienna away from me.
I was still sitting on the floor with my hair full of scars on my face and hands. Arga seemed to prefer to leave me and go with Vienna.
With the mess I tried to stay calm. "Are you okay?" A man greeted me and extended his hand and then I grabbed the man's hand. I looked at the man in front of me.
"I'm fine" I replied, still trying to smile, but I was really embarrassed.
"I'm the man who came with Vienna, I'm also a friend of Arga and Vienna, can I take you home?" he said with a charming smile for me.
I seemed to be hypnotized with his smile, and without hesitation assented his laughter.
"Did you know my name, Rey." The man introduced himself.
"I'm Asta." Without a second thought I answered the man, but I did not know who he was and where he came from, which was in my brain he was really a handsome and kind man.
I was a little annoyed by Arga's treatment of me, he left me in a mess regardless of my circumstances.
Although I understand that I'm nobody to her, but actually here I'm just being made a scapegoat by Vienna, to cover up her affair scandal.
Because from morning I had not eaten, I asked Rey to drive me to the supermarket near the Arga apartment.
Arriving at the apartment.
"Thank you, Rey" I said as I got out of the car.
Rey appears to be pulling out a cell phone in her suit pocket. "Asta, may I ask for your contact number?"
"Of course," Rey thrust her phone at me so I could type my phone number myself.
"From now on we're friends" he said with a friendly smile.
"Oh .. of course," I replied throwing a smile at him.
I got off the silver SUV, with a disheveled face and a little messy hair, I walked into the lobby of the Apartment, security looked at me with a bit of astonishment at the shape of my image that he probably thought could not be expressed in words.
I got into the elevator. "God!!!!!" I shouted inside the elevator which happened to be in the elevator only by myself.
It is fitting that from earlier people look at me with a look of wonder, it turns out my hair was carefully I tidied the hair with both hands.
Arriving at the door of the apartment I walked with a feeling of laziness. I pressed the password to the door.
after the door opened, I turned to the right and left looking for the whereabouts of Arga, who did not seem to have reached home.
I entered the room, I threw my body into the bed.
"Hahhhhh .. tired today, my body is also sore, Winnnaaa Siaalaaaaaaannnnnnn!" I shouted and cursed Vienna because
so upset, to make me sleep without taking off my shoes and bag.
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The Arga point of view.
At 18:00
Arga came home from the office he was looking for the whereabouts of the assistant of the household.
"Asta!"
Arga searches for the whereabouts of Asta the housewife but still has no answer.
He opened the room door, and found the assistant sleeping on his back.
"Geez what kind of woman is this? even in a state of sleep he did not look the same graceful," muttered Arga occasionally shaking her own head.
Asta(I) point of view.
Before long, I woke up because I felt the worms in my stomach were unable to resist the desire to ask to be fed. I yawned regardless of the surroundings, I was alone in the room.
I remember shopping at the supermarket with Rey with my hair.
I went out to the kitchen looking for the package I had left on the kitchen table earlier.
"Ah .. here is the bowl noodle I bought," my inner self.
"What are you doing?" suddenly Arga stood behind me with his cold gaze.
I was surprised, but said nothing because I was still upset with him.
I'm still busy pouring herbs and hot water into my noodles.
"What about your wounds?" again, this time in a slightly fluid voice, maybe he felt guilty to me.
"You haven't eaten yet?" he said again, I remained unmoved, maybe I was the only household assistant who dared to ignore his master.
I walked into the room without caring about it and brought a bowl of noodles and mineral water, didn't forget to lock my door, didn't want him to bother me tonight with questions that still upset me.