I'm Not My Boss' Storage
Research into the Field
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Agni almost threw her phone while reading a message from the group. Her salary just melted last afternoon, uh tomorrow should move into the campus account. Not to mention nyicil to pay the contract and others. Rice address equals crackers the next week.
“See lo expression, I am so grateful mutusin drop out last year.” Shia patted Agni's shoulder while chuckling. “Sabar, yes. For the sake of welcoming a brilliant future, you must sacrifice a lot.”
“Means I asked a question about,” Agni cleared her throat several times, hinting at job opportunities from ‘kutri’ Shia. “Udah two days no news.”
“Sabar, Sis. The process is longer than that of ‘bia’,” Shia said. “Eh, I want chicken prepare first, yes. Kitchen kids are still on break because.”
“Jam like this no one will stop by too, Shi.”
Agni guessed. Just as Agni turned to the kitchen, the main door of the restaurant opened. As the only cashier on duty at the time, Agni straightened her back and put on her formal smile.
But when his eyes caught the visitor who became his customer, Agni's knee suddenly flaccid like gelatin.
Was this just the effect of exhaustion or was the man who walked up to him one of the most handsome humans he had ever seen?
Agni took a breath, then took it off slowly.
“Goodnight, please, what message would you like?”
The man, wearing a beige shirt and black pants, checked the menu on the LCD screen behind Agni. Its height was towering enough to force Agni to look up. After a long minute, the man ducked down and clashed at him.
“Is the spicy chicken still available?”
Ouch, mampus! His English skills are not bad, but Agni is worried about being overwhelmed because she has not spoken in that language for a long time.
“Yes, it is. There’s Hot Pack 1 with rice and Hot Pack 2 with french fries.”
“I’ll take one Hot Pack 2, then.”
“Okay, one Hot Pack 2.”
“Are you still serving cream and cookies ice cream?”
Buset, it's raining in the middle of the night like this eating ice cream? Agni checked the ice cream machine, then grimaced when reading the BROKEN sign at the top. “Sorry, Sir, the machine is broke. Do you wanna order something else?”
“But, I want cream and cookies ice cream,” he said.
“We apologize that we can’t serve the ice cream for now. If you want another dessert, we still—”
“Cream and cookies ice cream. Can you make one? I don’t mind if I have to wait.”
Agni. In moments like this, he prefers to face long lines at lunchtime.
“Let me check the ingredients. Please wait.” Quickly, Agni went to the kitchen and checked the ingredients of ice cream in the freezer. Shia who was still busy frying the chicken was curious to see it.
“Why lo? In front there are no customers?”
“Yes, but he ordered ice cream, kept the machine broken. Where do I make it,” said Agni. “Ayam same ready potatoes, right? I want to ask him to make Nunggu”
“Ready. Can you make ice cream without a machine?”
“A little bit of trouble, was once taught by Ello.”
At the cashier's table, the handsome, annoying guy was still waiting. Agni then returned to put on her formal smile. “Sir, the Hot Pack 2 is ready in a few minutes, but you have to wait for the ice cream. Is it okay?”
Instead of answering, the man looked at Agni from top to bottom several times. Agni was worried that the man was deliberately bothering her for another purpose.
“How long does it take to make the ice cream?”
“Thirty minutes.”
“Make it twenty.” The man took out his wallet. “How much I need to pay?”
*
When Ishaan says he's going to meet Agni at his workplace straight away, Micah gawks and nearly drops the phone from his hand.
“Lo—lo really want to recruit Agni? Let me ask Mr. Ardan to call him to the office or restaurant to select regular kayak.”
“Old, same as using HRD in the office,” Ishaan said without turning his gaze from the phone. On the screen, emblazoned with Agni's CV that Micah sent. When she found out about the restaurant where Agni worked not far from her office, Ishaan decided to do some research directly to TKP. “Serious she works night shift?”
“Say my acquaintance depends, because he works part time.” Micah squinted. “Ah, lest you have any other motive nyamperin directly. Want to check if he can be invited—”
The phone call that went into Ishaan's phone shocked the two. Tanisha, the name appears on the screen. Ishaan hints at Micah to be quiet before accepting it. “Night, Ma'am. Tumben phone.”
“Where are you? How quiet apartment, anyway?” In what order did Tanisha come there? “Jam this way you usually already leyeh-leyeh in the room.”
“Commonly, there is an important meeting, keep meeting Micah first.” Micah's cheeks flushed red as Ishaan winked at her. The friend has long been his brother's secret admirer. “I'll be home soon.”
“Okay, I brought your favorite pizza. All you want to know about Dareen.”
“Why? Stumped again? Next month you are married, you know.”
“Take it home! In fact, many asked as a census officer.”
If Tanisha has brought pizza to confide, then Ishaan must postpone his plan to stop by Agni. You see, the brother if it has been a story can certainly be up to hours. Hopefully tomorrow Ishaan can launch his plan for ‘test’ the girl.
*
When the father presents a luxury apartment unit in the city center, Ishaan is happy not to play. For a long time he craved comfortable housing with easy access to various places. He did not mind if after college should devote himself to working in the family company as long as it can rest in a comfortable place.
In fact, after six years, Ishaan is stuck on a dull routine.
When his father died last year, Tanisha as the eldest son became the strongest heir appointed to lead the company. However, the brother who is not interested in going into the business world then took an alternative way to shift the responsibility: marry Dareen Isvara, the son of one of the clients and a close friend of their father.
“The Dareen family wants their wedding to be held at their partner hotel, only I don't like the concept. Too...” Tanisha shook her hands in the air. “Luxury. Though I'm the same Dareen agreed to make a simple party. So let us fast honeymoon also to California.”
“If they take part in the cost, follow me, Ma'am. Than add new drama.” Ishaan took the last slice of pizza. “Have trouble finding someone like Dareen who wants to lead the company has a Dad.”
The brother pursed his lips. His jet-black long hair was draped to his shoulders. “Yes too, anyway. Hopefully Dareen can persuade them to tone down the party so that it is not too wah.”
Secretly, Ishaan breathed a sigh of relief. The three hours long curses ended as well.
“Eh, briefly,” intercept Tanisha when Ishaan wants to throw away the pizza box. “Say of office people, Ayanna resigned because you don't want to married her?”
Soon the drama and Ayanna reached the ears of the brother. “How else, I'm not ready. Especially after hearing the Mbak curhatan the last few months.”
“Hey, the housewife is heavy, Ishaan! Tell me you still want to have fun.” Tanisha ruffled waist. “By the way, you don't have to bother looking for a new secretary. I had an appointment for one of my friends to replace Ayanna's position for a while. At least until you finish the trip in Europe.”
Ishaan's body froze in place. “Mbak why?”
“Recoments people to your HRD. Secretary guy, let you do not work in the office, continue to focus also work abroad.”
If Tanisha has put people in the company, Ishaan can't refuse. After all the older brother, before becoming Dareen's wife, was the leader there. On the other hand, Agni was too attractive to remove.
What position does he need to put in for the girl?
“Or do you need a temporary assistant?” tanisha is preparing tea in the kitchen. “In case you are overwhelmed in Europe. You have to travel to several countries.”
“No need,” Ishaan says quickly. “If there is a secretary who handles schedules and reports in the office, I can hold a job in Europe by myself.”
“Good to hear that.” The brother smiled with satisfaction. “I go to the room first, yes. Tired, want to rest.”
When the guest room door closed, Ishaan smirked. Thank you, Ma'am, the inner. It didn't take long, he had already found the right place for Agni later on.
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