I Hated My Boss
T I G A's

Being stopped by an unknown man can make Nikita feel a little upset. Instead of being soft and going with the man, Nikita even violently threw out the hand made by the foreign man. Who would he dare to do something like this? Why would he use the show to say his father's name?

"Lo who the hell, huh? Why use banning events?" Nikita's question sounded pretty cranky to the man.

Although the look possessed by the man seemed so promising and in accordance with the type of dream of a Nikita, still he could not tolerate the meddling attitude carried out by the man. Don't expect Nikita to just let it go, after making her whiskey cup fall and spill!

"I?"

"Yes! Lo who? Why come directly to riot?" Nikita asked very curious about the identity of the man.

The man who was still standing right in front of Nikita began to release his hand. While staring with a flat facial expression, the man began to introduce himself.

"I'm Satya, the one who was suddenly contacted by your father," he said, not hesitating to give his name.

"Satyas? Lo Satya's name?" Nikita asked, who was starting to feel strange. Why does it feel like he has heard that name? Satya, a pretty familiar name, but somehow Nikita can't remember anything about that name.

"Yes, Satya."

"Have we ever met before?" Nikita tries to recover her memories that she feels are starting to disappear.

"Never. This is our first meeting" replied the man who even made Nikita more astonished.

"really? But, why does your name feel familiar?"

"Maybe it's just your feelings" said the man, who was said to be named Satya.

Nikita who began to be distracted by the introduction of the short name was immediately back to the initial conversation, where he was having a problem about the whiskey that spilled just because of Satya.

"Do you want responsibility?" Nikita asked suddenly and this was able to make the man confused.

"You want me to be responsible for what? I don't feel like I did anything wrong" Satya said, not yet knowing what the problem was.

"Look at the bar table!" Tell Nikita with her hands pointing towards her whiskey glass.

Without protesting, the man looked towards the place that Nikita was pointing at. Still not understanding what happened, Satya again threw a wondering expression.

"Don't understand yet?" Ask Nikita to make sure.

"Can you just tell me right away, without having to convolve like that?" Satya really asked that the girl would say her point clearly.

"Know the price of one glass of whiskey sloki?" A question that could make Satya nod her head.

"It's not as expensive as I thought," said Satya who strangely even made the girl laugh out loud. Is there something funny going on?

"If it's not expensive, you have to replace it" Nikita said firmly holding responsibility for the falling glass of whiskey slick.

"Gue paid a lot for that spilled glass of whiskey!" His impact with a slightly raised voice.

"I'm going to change your money, but not for whiskey" Satya said reluctantly if asked to buy the girl an alcoholic drink.

"Gue doesn't want to be replaced with another one. You have to change the same thing!" Stubborn Nikita, continued to ask that the man would change his whiskey drink that had been spilled.

Knowing that a debate was going on in this bar, the bodyguard who was standing guard at the gate rushed to take part in breaking up the debate between Satya and Nikita. Even though it's a bar, a commotion is still not allowed.

Feeling that there is help, Nikita did not hesitate to complain about the man named Satya to two bodyguards that he was familiar with. Nikita thought the two of them would help handle the man named Satya in order to be responsible, but in fact it did not match what was expected.

With her own eyes, Nikita saw that the bodyguard lowered her head as if paying respects to Satya. Why do they do it? Who was Satya until they were willing to submit like that?

"You work really well, but there's no commotion here. I'm just trying to bring this girl home. His father was so worried" said Satya who now clasped the girl's wrist.

Just because Febi was now under the influence of alcoholic beverages, it was unfortunate that he could not help his friend. If Febi was still conscious, maybe she could help Nikita in solving this problem.

"You know him?" Nikita asked the two bodyguards.

"He's Mr. Satya. Our boss and boss" said Robert without hesitation.

"The owner of this bar?" Ask Nikita to know.

"Not the owner, he's just our boss" replied Robert and strangely completely incomprehensible to Nikita.

Satya who is currently holding the girl's hand began to take her out of a place that should not be visited. It is true that Nikita has entered the legal age, but still it is too early for him to be able to come to this kind of bar.

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Nikita does not like to be forced, let alone the tight grip made by the man could very well hurt his wrist. With all her energy, Nikita again threw Satya's muscular hand. Couldn't the man be a little gentle?

"It's so rude to be a guy!" Said Nikita reprimanding the man who had managed to make her wrists flushed.

Not intended to hurt, it's just that Satya felt that the hand grip made is not too tight. He was surprised when Nikita said such a thing.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you at all" Satya said, feeling unwell as she realized Nikita's wrists were flushed red.

Increasingly annoyed with all the behavior done by the man, Nikita did not hesitate to give a sharp and piercing gaze. Why did the father have to send such a difficult man? Where did you know him? Is he one of the employees or clients of the company?

"I drove you home" said Satya who has now opened the car door for the girl who is still filled with annoyance.

"No need! I'll bring my own car," reject Nikita who is reluctant to be in a car with a man named Satya.

Getting and listening to the rejection given by the girl, able to make Satya smile meaningfully. Nikita who was still watching him even more strange and less comfortable to be near the man.

"Mr Ryan told me you can't drive your own car. So, I deliberately told a driver to take your car home" Satya told the newspaper.

Nikita who did not want to believe it also began to circulate his views, trying to find out the whereabouts of his personal car. An empty parking lot makes Nikita realize that the red sports car has indeed been brought home.

"Very well if my car gets scratched!" said Nikita who then stepped foot into the black SUV car owned by the man. Honestly, now Nikita just had to go home with Satya. The problem was that there was no other vehicle he could use to drive home. Nikita is not a person who is used to taking public transportation or booking a vehicle online.

"I told a professional driver to take your car home" Satya said as unbelievable.

"Gue is serious! If my car gets chafed, you have to change" said Nikita.

"Yes. I'll always double the original price" Satya said, closing the door.

For someone like Satya, money is not everything. He said such a thing not because he intended to show off, but indeed Satya always likes to double replace for everything. Starting from things, good or bad deeds, Satya will definitely retaliate twice.

"What about the whiskey that you spilled, right?" Nikita still remembers the drink.

"Give me your account number. I'll double the original price of a bottle of whiskey" Satya said, looking serious.

Seriate...