Don't Call Me an Actor
Chapter 4 Uncovered 2

'Plok..plok... plok..' Mr. Angga clapped his hands in joy. He smiled and showed off his neat, white teeth. His eyes glittered with satisfaction. I saw him like a hunter who caught his game.

"Good choice ANARISTA, I will immediately retract my report. And tonight you can sleep soundly in your rented little house. Meet Romlah's mother, Nita and Doni, your sisters who you love so much." A sly smile drifted from the slanted pull of sexy lips of Mr. Angga. I began to be careful not to underestimate him. I could have played him down as a soft prey.

"Master knows my family?" Ask me wiryly. I really did not expect that Mr. Angga knew the details about my family. Who exactly is this person in front of me? He must be a rich and influential man. Until he easily got the information about my family in a short time.

"I know everything about you. So don't play with me. If you let me down once, you'll get a reply from me. Also the family you care about must be taking care of it."

Lord Angga again showed his power. And the weak I can only surrender.

"Sign the contract!" Mr. Angga pointed at the pile of papers on the table.

I immediately got up, inspecting the neatly-stuck pile of paper. I could only frown at the thickness of the contract paper. Isn't this wrong? This many?

"Sir... is it thick?" Ask Mr. Angga, ask him for an explanation.

"Would you like to read it first?" Her question was holding a smile.

"Yes sir... Shouldn't I read it first, so that I know what it is?" I'm afraid that-if this contract letter harms me later. But it must have taken hours to read all the contents of the contract letter which amounted to almost a hundred pieces. And I'm sure the language of the contract letter is rigid, unlike a novel. It will take longer to understand its meaning.

"If you want to read first, please take it back to your cell! And it's likely that next month my lawyer will come to see you." Said Mr. Angga flat.

I know this is a subtle threat, Mr. Angga. I'll get a bolpoint right away.

"What part of Master should I sign?" Ask me in despair. I'm really cornered to have no other choice. I signed page by page that Mr. Angga showed me. In my heart I kept on. "Oh God, may this not be a mistake."

"Good !" Said Mr. Angga while stroking my head.

"It's for you" gentle tone, Mr. Angga. He handed me a paper bag. I accepted it with a thousand question marks on my head. But I refuse to ask.

"Change your appearance! Buy some nice clothes, go to the salon, take care of your hair and skin that I've cut. So that when I need you, you deserve to stand by me. Surely being a mistress of Mr. Angga Lesmana must be classy. So that it will not be embarrassing! Use this unlimited credit card. You can use this money indefinitely. Understood?" Asked Mr. Angga to make sure I understood his words.

I replied with a nod of the head. Even if I was just an office girl, I used a credit card. Not my own. Sella's credit card was loaned to me to pay her debt to me.

Surprise after surprise was constantly presented before me, making me even more afraid of him. Mr. Angga really cannot be underestimated. I really did not expect that Mr. Angga could know the date of birth of mother. He would have found me very easy if I had decided to run away from him. The person in front of me is a monster. He gave me freedom from the bars. But he also tied me firmly with an invisible rope. He gave me freedom that ensnared my life. How long will this bondage shackle my life? Thinking about it makes my heart and mind uncomfortable. I could only sigh heavily, trying to throw away the sudden distress attacking me.

"It's a gadget just for communication with me and my assistant. I've filled in my phone number and my assistant Deni's number. I don't want any reason when I call, you have to pick it up. Already understand?" Ask Mr. Angga back to make sure.

"Yes, my master understands" I replied with a sigh.

Mr. Angga nodded his head. "If you understand, you can go home in peace now. Deni will take you."

"Thank you sir." Answer me origin. Until I finally regret it. Why do I thank him? Wasn't he the one who caused trouble to me at this moment. Without waiting for Mr. Angga's reply, I immediately stepped outside the treatment room. I haven't managed to open the door yet, Mr. Angga called me.

"Ana.. For the future, you can call me Darling." I looked at Mr. Angga. As if I couldn't believe it. How could I call this stranger in front of me darling? Really weird. I just nodded. I want to go home soon so that my mother and sisters don't worry about me.

"Ana" call Mr. Angga once more. Makes me upset. What the hell. If you say why not all of you. I looked up with great annoyance.

"This is your bag. You'd better dump this junk. Never wear it again. Understood?" His impact made me gasp.

"Yes, sir, I will buy all branded goods with your credit card." I overflowed my irritation with the word subtle innuendo. How he so easily insulted my bag that I had bought with my labor. Savings for nearly six months. That bag I only used for a month and he said it was junk? Really, high-hearted master. I'll make sure to drain his credit card to silence his arrogance. Yeah.. That's a matching revenge isn't it? I smiled at my devious plan.

"Ana... Have you forgotten?" Ask Mr. Angga again.

"No sir, nothing is forgotten" I said as I showed the paperbags and bags I was packing.

"Ana, are you forgetful, or do you want to test my patience?" Mr. Angga looks angry. Makes me really confused. What was my mistake? What have I forgotten?

"What's your call to me?" Ask reminds. Makes me stutter. Is the contract in force now?

"O... Ja. Darling.. I'll let you go home first." I said brick.

"Yes... Honey, be careful on the road" replied Mr. Angga with a smile full of satisfaction over my suffering.