I Don'T Want To Be Cinderella #1
16. What are you doing, Boss?

What are you doing, Boss?

This morning at home sounds like a furore as usual if I go in the morning, because I have to fight over the bathroom with Oka who also has to go to school.

I was just in the bathroom when I heard a bang from outside.

“Kak, speed!”

“Bentar, new also sign in.”

“Not need to take a shower! Wash your face, brush your teeth, will not look co' difference, remain ugly!”

“No pocket money a week!”

“That means stay beautiful!” yelled Oka at the door.

“Telate!” I screamed as I began to take a shower not caring for Oka's whining outside.

It is brazen to have a younger brother, do not know him that this brother has succeeded in conquering the Prince, hihihi. I smiled remembering last night.

After dinner, Caraka did not drive me back to the park, but drove me home straight away, saying she still wanted to have a long chat with me. As a result, my red one stayed in the park, but Caraka promised that she would tell someone to take the red one and park it in the hotel employee's parking lot as usual.

On the way home we talked about a lot of things. He told me about his brothers. Candra Buana who now holds a business in retail, and Arletha Mahesa, the youngest sister is also the only woman in the Mahesa family who is still studying at one of the top universities in Bandung.

Caraka said she rarely met her sisters. The large house makes it difficult for them to interact. Usually if they are at home, they will only stay in their respective rooms, especially now Caraka and Candra decide to stay in the apartment, and sibungsu in Bandung, Bandung, only her parents were left in the big house.

However, Caraka and Candra are quite close to Arletha, probably because she is the youngest sister and the only girl. Their considerable distance makes Caraka and Candra a little possessive of Arletha, they will grant whatever the wishes of her sister, he said, as well as hoping Arletha can make her own life choices unlike her two brothers who have to give up on their dreams at the hands of both parents.

It turns out that living with a jungle of treasure is not a benchmark for freedom and happiness. Having a simple house with a bathroom one turns out to be a more colorful life and feels warm too crowded. A lot of Oka's screaming outside.

“Kak, not strong, already want to go outside!”

“Iiiih, can't wait anyway!” I opened the bathroom door quickly, as fast as Oka who entered the bathroom then pushed me outside, closed the door and locked it in a hurry, shortly thereafter, the sound of nature blared from within.

“Woi, in silent dong!”

“Aaaaah!!” Just a sigh of relief that I heard from inside the bathroom.

For this time I hope to have a spacious house with a bathroom and a toilet.

The new clock pointed to 5.25 when I entered the room and prepared to leave the office. At 6 I should have left, as well as Oka, so we would be scrambling the bathroom almost every morning. And this is also one of the reasons I am lazy to go in the morning.

“Kirana, go, Mah.” I kissed Mamah's cheek, then salim after finishing a glass of milk.

“Na, here's the bread!”

“No need, Mah, brother ojeknya already waiting, because the red one in staying in the office yesterday,” said me whilel snatched the bag.

“Party why in stay at office?”

“Mogok.”

“Long, Mah!” Oka walked while chewing bread. “Sovernight brother ushered om-om use nice car.”

Caraka did not come out of the car last night because it was night so I told her to go straight home.

“Nih, yes, by the way!” I grabbed Oka's hair who immediately shouted.

“Aaaaw …! Astagfirullahadzim, what a sin servant has one sister, his bars defeat thugs new market!”

“Astagfirullahadzim, what a sin a servant has a younger brother one, his mouth cowering mother-emak sekelurahan!”

“Na .. Na, it's off! That's the taxi driver already waiting outside, pity.”

I let go of the jambai with eyes still staring at Oka who was stroking her head while looking at me no less sharply.

“You also quickly go later to the hunt late again, dizzy Mamah on the phone mulu mulu same your homeroom because often late.”

Mamah is now pushing the two of us who are still arguing outside the house.

“Absolutely concerned I report you, Brother, to Charles Bonar Sirait.”

“Waaaah, basic no slang!” Oka laughed mockingly. “He's the chairman of KPAI!” his cry confidently made me laugh out loud, I could hear him sigh while continuing to push us.

“Arist Merdeka Sirait, woy! Hahaha .. aah, you little boy.” I walked towards Ojol's brother after kissing his mamah cheeks again and ruffled Oka's hair who was silent and surprised to realize that he mispronounced her name.

“Biarin! They're one clan, definitely know!”

“Hahaha.” I just laughed when I heard her words. “Sorry, long wait yes, sir?”

“Lumayan, Mom,” replied the Ojek Brother with a jutek face while handing over the helmet.

“Quiet, sir, later I will give you five stars if you can ten, plus tips and thanks plus prayers hopefully smooth day today ... aamiin.”

“Aamiin.” I heard that Mamah and Oka were following my prayer, making the face of the older brother suddenly smile brightly.

“True, Mbak?”

Eiiiy, Ojol Brother, turn to get tips just a big smile, Bang. Calling her young is not mother anymore.

“True dong, sir, as long as we wus-wus-wus!” My hands nimbly mimicked the swerving motion.

“Siap, Neng, easy it mah,” said the brother ojol with a smile three fingers.

Blessing Brother Ojol is easy, enough five-star love and a little tips, just call it from Mom to Eneng.

Fortunately, it turns out that the brother ojol is a former racer in the Gasibu area of Bandung and he proudly told me that he had been caught several times by police because of wild races to know some police, and he was proud to tell them, as a result, Ojol's brother never got ticketed. Yes, but it used to be said when he was young, now it is insyaf, already have three children that he must live.

Yeah, that's a little intermezzo about brother ojol, who told me about the red light. And because of the brother ojol who was a former reckless wild motorcycle, I arrived at the hotel in time. As per the promise of five stars and tips-pun gliding on the brother ojol. May blessings be yes, Bang .. aamiin.

Today everything went smoothly and normally —ignore the incident with Oka, because believe it or not, is a perfectly normal thing for us— there are no annoying guests, the work went well until lunch finally arrived.

At first everything went as usual. I was eating with Shanty, Dika, and Mr. Edi in the cafeteria, and was bribing oxtail soup when I suddenly thought someone was sitting next to me, which made the atmosphere of the canteen suddenly … silence ... I looked to the side and was wide-eyed when I saw Caraka sitting right there with a bowl of oxtail soup like me.

“Do I interrupt your lunch?” Caraka asked casually as she squeezed the lime piece into the soup bowl before her, her eyes now staring at the four of us in turn.

“No, Sir, we are glad Pak Continents joined lunch with us.” Mr. Edi replied with a friendly smile typical of customer service after being aware of his surprise.

How could we not be surprised when ‘Mas Bos’ who never once set foot in the employee canteen suddenly joined lunch at the same table with us.

“Away take lunch, and it turns out just treat me to lunch in the cafeteria?” A man who was no less handsome than Caraka asked casually while bribing rice and grilled chicken complete with sambal and lalapannya, he said, unlike the four of us who now eat very slowly and without sound.

“Let you know how canteen five-star hotel.”

“Broast,” said the man sitting in front of Caraka made Caraka laugh.

And it makes a furore of the existing female in the cafeteria because the first new saw ‘Mas Bos’ laughs cheerfully. I rolled my eyes while shaking my head at the reaction of my colleagues, including Shanty who was now staring at Caraka with sparkling eyes, like Mamah when he saw Lee Minho on TV.

“So what you want to talk about until far tell me to come. Not just for lo treat in the hotel canteen, right?” The man sitting in front of Caraka asked in a very, very masculine voice, like his face which was also very, very masculine with a sweet black skin, her slightly shaggy hair and slanted smile made her look even more extremely masculine again. “Or lest you accidentally take a meal here, because there is one of lo employees, who you like ya?”

“Uhuk-uhuk!” Instantly I choked on hearing the cool masculine bin's guess.

Caraka quickly opened my bottle of water which I immediately received, but then I almost spouted my drinking water back as Caraka patted my back saying,

“Hormally, have I often said that eating or drinking is slow, so blown up?” With still coughing I glared at him who was just looking at me casually as he said back. “Drink more so don't cough anymore.”

Astagfirullahaladzim, what are you doing, boss? Do you want me to grab your hair, right here? Now then?

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Hiii ...

Some people ask ... Caraka-Kirana, what will it be like? Is it as sweet as Dusk-Arjuna, or as varied as Lieutenant-Kekey, Arga-Arin ?

Naaaah, because the writing is not finished, if I am still confused about the rich song Armada, where will their relationship go? 😅😅

Tapiii ... as far as I have written anyway, kanya nih ya still safe, do not need ready to be careful, and 😂😂😂 tissue stock ready just flowers, please, coffee or vote ticket for them 🤣🤣🤣

Doain aja let Mas Ilhamnya not run away"an again, jd nulisnya quickly finished ...

Thank you so much for the support all this time

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A.K