Enough In The Heart
The taste is becoming.

Icha took a deep breath before shaping the door of Marco's room. He closed his eyes while mentioning the asthma of God, asking for calm in His face to Marco. He just wants everything to go normally. Let this taste only he knows.

Tok.

"Lake in!" The sound from inside the room instantly made Icha's heart rustle. He immediately turned the door knob.

Icha entered with her breath slightly hunting in nervousness. He immediately looked towards Marco who was sitting on an oversized chair.

Oh my... Why should he? Throw this feeling away. I can't stand it, God. Icha in the heart.

He took a deep breath before finally daring to make a sound.

"Sorry, sir... L am... "

"Include yourself." Icha has not finished saying, Marco has cut his words. Icha.

"I'm Marissa Lebrina. The secretary that the company chooses through the campus competency track." Answer Icha as calmly as possible. He was still staring at the floor. Indeed, it's one bad habit if Icha is nervous again. He will feel down and stare at the floor as if there was an answer the floor gave him.

"Next." Marco's brief command is still staring at his laptop. But his ears seemed to be happy to hear this soft voice.

"I will work well and try not to disappoint the leadership and will be dedicated to the company." Continue Icha in a soft voice.

"How old are you?" Ask Marco again.

"22 years."

Silent. No more voices. Icha. How shocked he was when he raised his head, that cold face was already right in front of him. So nervous, this beautiful girl did not realize that Marco was watching her.

Marco stared at Icha sharply. There's no expression. His hand was put in his pants pocket. The dark blue shirt is a little tight on his body, combined with gray trousers adds a cool impression on a Marco. Marco rarely used a tie. Unless you want to meet an important client.

Icha speechless. He dared to look into the eagle's eyes.

Relax, cha... He strengthens himself.

"Is that floor talking so you're more at home looking at it?" Marco's questioning intimidated.

"You learned ethics speak well, didn't you?" he continued flat.

Icha a little flutter. He put some of the hair that fell on his cheek behind his ear.

"Sorry, sir... "

"I don't want this to happen again." Marco again cuts Icha's speech.

He looked down, aligned his face on Icha's face.

Icha nodded weakly.

"Yes, sir. sorry." Icha's voice was barely audible. Between fear, shame, confusion, all mixed up.

"Good." Marco returned to his seat. "What's my schedule today?" Marco asked looking towards Icha.

"At 11 noon there was a meeting with a client from Belgium and lunch at xx restaurant." Answer the soft Icha. Marco leaned his head against the chair. He closed his eyes, like he was touching something. But I don't know what it is.

"Jam 2 noon, you are waiting for Mr. LG in hotel xxx. Your schedule is empty, sir." Continue Icha. He clasped the tablet before him and looked towards Marco. He tried not to bend again. Icha also slightly displayed her sweet smile. Just slightly. He did not dare to smile more deeply at Marco. He did not want Marco to be angry.

Marco opened his eyes and immediately looked into Icha's eyes.

"You can get out." His order.

Icha lowered her head in salute and immediately passed from the air-conditioned room but it felt so hot.

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief after arriving outside. He sat in his chair and covered his face with both hands. He felt like he had just slipped from the bond that had shackled his life. And unconsciously his tears flowed. The hand that covered his face was wet. But Icha doesn't want to be dissolved in this situation and circumstance. He has to get out of this situation. Immediately he took out a tissue and wiped away his tears.

"Come, cha. don't share your heart. That's the wrong taste. You can't keep falling in that sense." Icha strengthens herself. He won't cry anymore. He wants to be a strong Icha. The not-so-cruel icha. Moreover, crying over the taste he created himself.

He began to busied himself. There are a lot of files he has to clean up to check. He was unaware of Raymond's arrival.

"Hi, cha. are serious about you." Raymond's voice surprised Icha a little.

"Eh, sir. I'm sorry, I don't know if you're here." reply Icha kindly.

Raymond smiled broadly.

"Call Ray, don't use frills, sir. I'm not your master, we're both subordinates." Raymond. "Oh yes, I want to accompany Mr. Marco to see a client. You stand here." Raymond was serious.

"You can go to the cafeteria or out of the office at lunchtime. Later this room will be guarded by our confidants. Remember, only an hour. Get back to your room soon." Raymond gave instructions as well as an ultimatum to Icha.

"Ready, sir.. uh, sorry. Ray, that means." Icha smiled broadly. Ray laughed too.

Icha is grateful to meet colleagues who understand and support each other. Moreover, he just wanted to start a job. Of course, he needs a coworker who will guide him not to make mistakes. And that's what Raymond did. He patiently gave Icha direction and explanation about the GT Corp working system. He was nothing like an assistant in a rigid and cold novel.

At 10:15, Marco walked out of his room followed by his personal assistant. Who else if not Raymond. He has a schedule to meet clients. They passed Icha's desk. Icha immediately stood up and bowed respectfully to her master. Marco continued to stare straight ahead without a care around him. Raymond was still smiling at Icha.

Icha stared at Marco's back until it disappeared. On his lips was a smirky smile. Yeah, smirk to himself. All these years of keeping the taste in that cold man. For years, it hid the taste itself. So many years of self-torture, crying alone, longing for myself. Although the days are always accompanied by Wulan and Arin, Icha is more comfortable storing the taste itself.

Icha raised her head to look at the ceiling of the spacious room so that the tears should not fall. That's enough. He had to force his heart not to fall any deeper.

Don't make this feeling any deeper. Can Icha?