I'm Not My Boss' Storage
Report from Shia

“SHI, have you ever had a good client? That is, not until bed together or macem-macemlah.”

“Client is so very rare. I will repent if one day dapet pure client only reinvested, Ni.”

That conversation Agni almost forgot until Shia called her last night. Having just arrived in Vienna, Austria, he asked his best friend to call back tomorrow afternoon or at lunchtime in Jakarta.

“Lo again relax, right?” todong Shia once their video call connection is connected. “Gue wants to vent to lo.”

“Today I was in the apartment all day. Lo freely want to vent for a long time also.” There was something different about Shia. More precisely where he called her now. Agni thought her best friend was in a rented or restaurant, but the room she was in was seen. “Heh, lo at the hotel?”

Shia looked nervous. He frowned for a while before saying,

“Ni, like the time I was treated has arrived.”

*

Two days ago, Shia got a message from an unknown number. Is this really Shia Airi's number? I got it from Micah Renjiro, the message read.

Shia thinks this may be her new client, although Micah rarely recommends it. So without further ado, he replied and asked what service they wanted from him.

How about we meet first? The sender replied. I'm the one who picked you up. Submit the location of your home or workplace now.

Shia did not want to take the risk, she chose to share the location of the restaurant. The next day, right after he finished the shift, a man dressed in black, walked up to him.

“Goodnight,” reply, “what's right you Miss Shia Airi?”

Shia's eyes grew bigger. “Betul. You who?”

“Our credit. Big Master would like to meet you.”

After changing clothes, Shia is asked to enter the SUV. The windows were immediately swept by the curtains as Shia sat in the middle seat, then two women in black suits flanked her on the left and right. The barrier blocking the passenger seat with the driver makes it harder for Shia to track where they are going to take them.

Well, my address sold this, Shia started overthinking, but Micah's time doing this hard on her?

I don't know how long they've been on the trip. Shia died of lice because both women flinch like mannequins. When sleepiness almost brought him to dreamland, the car stopped. The woman sitting on the left took out a piece of cloth from her suit pocket and wrapped it around Shia's eyes.

“Hei—” Shia's mouth smothered by other women. She asks Shia to be quiet or she will never be driven home.

Although her eyes were closed, Shia could still hear the sound of the gate opening, then hasty steps around her. He was asked to go up the stairs, enter a room, then stand at one point. Someone then opened her blindfold, making Shia blink repeatedly because of the blinding light of the lamp.

“Welcome, Miss Airi.” The voice that greeted him sounded hoarse, but full of prestige. “Sorry we have to take you like this. I don't want for the next week someone interrupts our trip.”

As soon as her eyes could adjust the lighting of the room, Shia looked forward to find out who the person who treated her was like this.

There, stood a middle-aged man who introduced himself as Pramudya.

*

Agni did not realize her mouth was wide open when she heard Shia's story.

“Mouth lo, Ni, mangap-mangap kayak fishes,” Ceplet Shia. “Gue is only given an hour to contact someone so that no one is worried. Who else can I call besides lo try.”

“But, pause, where exactly are you? Still in place Om Pram?”

“Yes, this is mansion by the way. Very big, can be rough if I stay here.” Shia took a deep breath. “So sorry if later I am difficult to contact. They will confiscate the phone as long as I walk the same Om Pram.”

“Dia,” Shia slow down her voice, “request same service lo?”

Agni nodded. Like Ishaan's message, he will tell of the incident that happened in Rome. “Means I don't need to buy souvenirs for you, huh? Kan lo again same client tajir twisting now.”

“Tetep bring souvenirs for me! I'm ready for the list too!”

“Iya, yes, ready!” A notification went to Agni's phone. From Ishaan. “Lo also take good care of yourself. Hopefully Om Pram is not a strange client type.”

“Means I said, maybe this is the moment I make penance if he did not ask for service in bed,” said Shia. “Bye, Ni! Have fun in Vienna!”

*

If Micah's recommendation brings Agni to Ishaan, there is a possibility that Shia will get a similar experience. Agni hopes her best friend is really penitent. After all, Shia deserves a better future.

“From yesterday I noticed, you were daydreaming constantly. Any problems?”

Ishaan's rebuke draws Agni from her reverie. They were eating dinner that Ishan ordered from a Chinese restaurant near the apartment. “Umh, just.. my thesis. Something needs to be addressed.”

“Our schedule in Vienna is quieter than in previous cities. So, you can focus more on taking care of the thesis.”

Agni just wants to spend her time outside. Vienna is too pretty to miss. “Do you have an agenda this weekend? I mean, traveling around Vienna?”

Kunyahan Ishaan stopped. “What's the reason?”

“I actually want. Walking is enough. My head is tired of constantly thinking about work and thesis.”

His opponents did not respond. The answer Agni gave just now must have been laughable. But his head is tired. Even during sleep, what Agni dreams of is only meeting notes and revision notes from her guidance counselor.

Ishaan put the empty plate to the side, then opened the soda can. “After the incident in Rome, you think I still want to take you for a walk?”

Agni felt like she wanted to squeeze into the deepest hole. “M-Sorry, Mr.”

Unexpectedly, Ishaan chuckled until his body was shaken. Is that guy working on it? Agni didn't know if she should be relieved or embarrassed.

“Relax, Agni. Sure, you can come with me for a walk. Vienna is way too good to be missed.” They seem to be one thought. “Originally you promise one.. or two things.”

“Promise for what, Mister?”

“One, don't get too familiar with strangers, let alone men. Unless you want our work to get stifled because I got battered in the thugs.”

Agni gulps. “I promise will be more careful.”

“Two, quickly hide or close your room door when my sister calls.” This time, a more personal warning. “I'm sorry I had to ask you to come home first in Milan yesterday when my brother video called. She didn't know I was traveling with an assistant for a trip in Europe.”

Wait a minute, how is that possible? Agni handles Ishaan's work, even for her recruitment alone is like an office employee selection. Maybe he is an illegal karwayan.

“Sorry, Sir, why—why can't your brother know I'm here?”

Again, Ishaan did not answer. The man asked Agni to finish her dinner, then got out of the chair while carrying a dirty plate.

Maybe it's personal, Agni's inner affairs. Once she finished eating, Agni brought her plates and glasses to wash. Then she went into the room, put on skin care for the night, then prepared for bed.

But before Agni settles down, her phone clinks. New message from Ishaan.

For the question you asked earlier, I will answer one day.

***