CEO's Dream Cully
Bighouse

POV Lyra

A week later I was no longer in the hospital. My condition quickly improved thanks to the attention of everyone around me. The thief who came the other day also did not show his nose back.

I was with you entering a house promised by Mr. Lintang. Still in the neighborhood of one fence with the mother house, it's just separate behind the mother house.

In the main building, Pak Lintang lives with his parents, Pak Bintang and Bu Rani. They were very friendly and did not show any arrogance even though they were wealthy and belonged to the wachid class conglomerate.

The mother house stood like a palace. Buildings with typical Roman characteristics stand tall and dashing.

"Oh my God, this is not a tiny house by name, sir. It's a big house!" I was dumbstruck when I stepped foot into the house behind the main building with Mr and Mr. Lintang.

With the number of bedrooms 4, and a house consisting of 2 floors, of course it is not classified as a small house for me and my father.

The Pak Lintang version of the 'pretty' house is also roman style as well as the mother house.

"This house is a place to live for you and Mr. Joko from now on. Stay here next if you want. Your old rented house has been cleared by Alvian and terminated. Now your contract is here with Lyra working for me as payment" Mr. Lintang said.

"So I don't get paid, sir?" i'm gawking.

"Hahaha..what are you thinking?!. Of course, full salary. This house is a facility of the office. Take it easy, I'm not next to you. Alvian also got housing facilities not far from this housing complex," continued Mr. Lintang.

I'm so relieved. This is called 'behind all difficulties there is a preoccupation'. He was also seen shedding happy tears. Turns out Mr. Lintang wasn't as bad as I thought.

Who could have thought, just because a work accident made me happy.

"Be happy, today you have started working. I'll wait another hour for you in the main building's workspace. Oya, if you don't have time to cook for Mr. Joko, on the nightstand in the middle of the room there is a phone. There is a number code for each service. There are cooking services of this home chef, there is a laundry section, cleaning section, home improvement section, and any other part is also available in full. You are free to access their services because Lyra is now my assistant who is automatically also the superior of all servants, just like me." Imbuh Pak Lintang before then passed away.

I was shocked when I knocked on the bathroom door.

"Lyra, what are you doing, son. It's been almost an hour. Did you forget that Mr. Lintang was waiting for work?" shouted from behind the door.

"I-yes, Sir. Just sec.." I was too late to finish the bath or rather start the bath because before I was just busy playing soap foam and soaking.

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"Ma-sorry, Sir. I'm 5 minutes late." I was shocked to meet Mr. Lintang who was waiting in his home.

"It's okay. You must be busy because a lot of your clothes and things must be repaired in a new home. Come follow me," Mr. Lintang fortunately not angry, thank God.

I continued to follow in the footsteps of Mr. Lintang who entered the living room of the main house. There was Mr. Bintang and his wife.

"Excuse me, sir, ma'am." I was friendly and immediately passed by to find Mr. Lintang's office.

"Hey.hey. Where are you going?" call Mr. Lintang to me.

I became a wander myself because now Mr. Lintang actually sat in front of his parents.

"Say you want to work, sir?" tanyaku plain.

"Sit here first," ordered Mr. Lintang who immediately made the cold all over me.

Yes, I am still inferior if I have to deal with conglomerates like them. I'm just a coolie, nothing more. And now I have to sit in a chair parallel to them?. My stomach is heartburn.

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