I'm Not My Boss' Storage
Bienvenue in Paris*!

SOON, Agni arrives in a city labeled as the most romantic place in the world.

Parisian.

Along the way, Agni imagines if Paris is as beautiful as she sees in movies and drama series? Is Eiffel so charming that people are willing to fly from all over the world to see it with their own eyes? How many people apply for their partner in sana—

“Agni, keep your wallet and phone in your pocket in a jacket.”

Ishaan's cry dragged Agni from her reverie. “Why, Mister?”

Ishaan repeats his order, then adds, “If you have been daydreaming about the romance of Paris, bury the assumption deeply. On my first visit ten years ago, I was pickpocketed as soon as I got out of the car.”

That means Agni can't argue. Immediately, he double-checked all his luggage, closed all the zippers tightly, then stuffed the wallet and cell phone into the pockets in the jacket. Perhaps this is why Ishaan bought her the jacket before leaving Frankfurt this morning.

Speaking of Frankfurt….

His upper arm suddenly throbbed pain. The trail that Leah left behind was gradually gone, but every time she remembered it, Agni always felt the pain. Then, although Ishaan did not pass the incident on to the police, his attitude became somewhat protective. However, it could be just Agni's feelings.

One thing that made Agni touched, Ishaan asked Bu Ajeng to prepare the porridge of the message he ordered. He said he wanted the hands of Indonesians to process the dish. Without a doubt, Bu Ajeng who is skilled in makeup apparently also serves chicken porridge which tastes immediately bring Agni to Indonesia.

“Nih I give you the recipe if you want to try to make.” Bu Ajeng gave Agni a piece of paper before leaving the apartment. “The ingredients are a bit difficult to find here, maybe Agni can buy in stores Asia.”

The recipe for chicken porridge is a sweet memento for Agni. Bu Ajeng had given her an experience she had long dreamed of: caring for someone who had a strong motherly figure. Something she didn't get from her stepmother.

“Another ten minutes we arrive.” Ishaan, who was sitting in front of him, scrutinized Agni closely. “You're better?”

“Much better, all thanks to the help of the Master also.”

“I guarantee Lea will not dare to follow here,” the man assured him. “In the near future we will finish the trip, then vacation in Marrakesh. I hope you're still strong with me.”

Is correct. From Paris, they stayed to visit two more cities: Amsterdam and Barcelona. Suddenly, Agni was sad. Not only because his journey around Europe is almost over, but also the fact that he and Ishaan will split up, then go back to living each other's lives.

*

Ishaan is not his name if you do not choose an impressive apartment. After spending a full week in a luxury building, Agni will occupy a multi-storey building like a house in Berlin. They inhabit the top floor and the bonus turns out not to be access to the rooftop.

View directly to the Eiffel Tower.

“Then, I loved breakfast and dinner here,” Ishaan opened the glass door leading to the balcony. “Now my impression of the tower is normal, but for you it can be different. It’s your first time.”

“Before, does this apartment belong to the Tuan family as well?”

“More precisely mine. This apartment is the first property I bought using my own money.”

Ishaan passed to the room to clear the luggage. Agni, who was still looking at the Eiifel Tower, digested the words that the man had said just now. His apartment? Does this mean the equivalent of sleeping in someone's house?

Ishaan's private property.

Jemari Agni held the edge of the glass door. Relax, it's the same as the time in the previous apartments, the girl calmed down. He could have brought me here to save money. Must be expensive if you keep renting a luxury apartment.

Rather than allowing herself to drown in the daydream, Agni chose to clean up the guest room opposite Ishaan's room. Enough in Frankfurt he allowed himself to be fragile in front of Ishaan. Now, it's time to re-enable the professional personal assistant mode.

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This also makes Ishaan think to bring Agni to his private apartment. The apartment whose location is unknown to anyone, even by Micah and his mother, two people he trusts a lot.

“Have you tried cinnamon roll? I ordered it from my subscription store.” In the evening, Ishaan introduces Agni to one of his favorite foods. “I don't like French food, except sweet. So in the next week, it looks like we will order from an Asian restaurant to eat.”

Agni took out a cinnamon roll to be moved to a small plate. “We cook as usual, Sir. Book most occasionally.”

Not that Ishaan was lazy to cook, he was worried that Agni's food would make it difficult for him to forget the girl. Lately Ishaan is looking forward to every dish Agni serves. If you already like to mix someone's hands, the man will try to defend it as long as possible.

“Alright, tomorrow after the meeting, we stop by the supermarket Asia.” On the other hand, Ishaan has no good reason to prevent Agni from cooking. “Compose the menu first so we can easily find the ingredients.”

Agni who was chewing on the cinnamin roll just nodded. Watching Agni's enthusiasm radiating from her face relieved Ishaan. The moment when the girl cried in her arms continued to shadow Ishaan. She was curious about something that made Agni cry so much, but she chose to get rid of it.

“Enak,” Agni commented after spending her first cinnamon roll. “Darling I'm less good at baking, whereas the peeper tries."

It is better not, Ishaan responded in his heart, if the baking champion, long ago he will take my heart.

“Take as much as you. You only ate porridge all day yesterday. Need sugar also your energy efforts back.”

Then, Agni unequivocally took three cinnamon rolls. Invites a smile on Ishaan's face. As long as Agni is safe under her supervision, Ishaan will focus on completing the rest of her activities.

*

The next day, Ishaan excitedly got ready in the room. Not because it will meet clients who are also role models interior designers. Instead, Ishaan is looking forward to shopping with Agni.

“Two meetings today finished faster.” Agni checked the notula and the schedule on her tablet. “What is the Master in a hurry? I noticed that Mr. was in a bit of a hurry during the meeting.”

Well, it turns out Agni realized it. How could Ishaan say the reason was in a hurry for waiting for shopping time with the girl?

“We, right, want to shop.” Be careful Ishaan sort out the word. “In case of a cold, fear we even networked together who came home from work.”

Thank God Agni was unsuspecting. Half an hour later, they arrived at the supermarket that the mother had visited when she wanted to cook fried rice or stir-fry vegetables. After taking the trolley, Ishaan guided Agni to the vegetable and protein shelf while checking the menu that Agni sent to her phone.

The words in French listed on the packaging label occasionally confused Agni. However, it did not hinder his enthusiasm around the shelves containing food raw materials. Ishaan, following Agni while pushing the trolley, imagines a series of scenes that will happen after they shop.

In the apartment, Agni will remove the contents of the shopping bag, then arrange it according to the place. Ishaan usually only observes, but he is determined to change it. So later, he joined Agni in order. Maybe they'll come prepare their dinner. Then when Agni cuts an onion or shakes an egg, Ishaan will tease her and, yes, who knows this is the right time to—

“Waduh!” The trolley that Ishaan was carrying hit the waist of a middle-aged woman. That figure glared at him. “Be careful if you bring a baranh! Your eyes can still see, right?”

“Sorry, accidentally.” Because of her not-so-good French mastery, Ishaan chose to step aside before the woman got more angry.

Focus, Ishaan, banging her later in the apartment.

Ishaan then returned his focus to Agni. But when he looked ahead, the girl was already gone from his surveillance.

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*[French] Welcome to France