I'm Not My Boss' Storage
Waiting for you to come home

“HAVE blocked your phone access via app?”

“Already.”

“Data-tata?”

“I partially back-up to tablet.”

“How about important contacts?”

“There is in cloud storage. I can access it via email.”

Barcelona, based on a number of data, is one of the cities with the highest cases of copet in the world. Ishaan actually remembers well when he stopped by for business or leisure. Who would have thought he would be disappointed when he wanted to spend time together with Agni.

Perhaps because of that, Ishaan's vigilance went down. He was too eager to show the things he was interested in Agni. Now, an hour after the pickpocketing incident had passed, they decided to go home to the apartment and postpone the last meeting. Fortunately, their clients understand the disaster that is being faced.

Ishaan did not expect Agni to quickly rule over him. The girl panics when she realizes that her phone is missing, but after she calms down, she immediately picks up the tablet and follows Ishaan's instructions to block access.

They had tracked the phone through the application, but in the middle of the search, the location was suddenly lost. There is a possibility of a lowbat cell phone or being forcibly turned off by the perpetrator.

“Sorry I'm teledor,” muttered Agni with head down. “Itu—phone it has not been up to three months I hold and already lost.”

Ishaan thrusting a glass of water. She wanted to calm him down, but was worried that his words would hurt Agni even more. “Don't think too much, it will be a burden for you. The rest of the salary I sent after the trip you can buy a new phone in Jakarta.”

“Maybe for you to buy a phone as expensive as it is not a difficult matter,” Agni continued. “Make me, to collect the money alone need to set aside a salary of up to three or four months.”

“Agni—”

“I'm sorry to go to the room first.”

Ishaan scratched his non-itchy head. Sometimes, he forgets his social status and Agni is on a different level. Right said the girl, losing a cell phone is not something that will make Ishaan happy day and night. Just swipe the credit card, he will get a new one, even with a better version.

While Agni had to slam bones for several months to buy it.

What should Ishaan do to improve Agni's mood?

Ishaan got up from the chair, then contacted Micah. In times of such precariousness, he hopes to have a connection to the thugs like the characters in action movies. However, Ishaan has not had such a big influence. The only thing he can do now is to ask his best friend for his opinion.

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Agni lays her body on the bed. For the past two hours, she has been busy changing email passwords and apps. Then, he contacted banks and payment platforms via social media to withhold unexpected transactions. Not to forget, he told Shia to contact him through an alternative chat application whose access did not require a phone number.

Once in a while, Agni also tried to trace back the whereabouts of the device, but the location was undetectable.

Ikhlasin only if gini mah, his mind. Thankfully, my old phone has not been sold. So it can still be made when you return to Jakarta.

Stomach rumbling. The clock on the tablet screen. Almost dinner time.

The door was opened to check the condition of the apartment. From the crack, Agni found a quiet and dim room. He had heard the sound of the main door opening a few hours ago; indicating Ishaan's departure. The man may be on a walk or have some business outside.

Conversation earlier…. Agni is aware Ishaan means well. However, this was not his first experience of losing a large value item. Finally, the house that was supposed to belong to Agni, was forcibly taken by the stepmother. It was impossible to recapture it when Agni's position was very weak.

Agni held onto her rebellious stomach even more violently. Perhaps after his hunger is under control, he can think more clearly.

*

Agni had finished her dinner a few hours ago. The dining table and kitchen even cleaned while waiting for the man. It feels strange to occupy an apartment unit alone. Far from Jakarta.

What exactly is Ishaan doing? Is he looking for Agni's phone? Just thinking about it gave Agni goosebumps. The man can be battered, even enter the hospital if acting recklessly like in Rome.

Five more minutes. I don't know how many times Agni held herself in the room to wait for Ishaan. The girl then turned off the tablet playing a movie she hadn't watched, then checked the windows and doors before—

Chequek. Agni rushed out of the balcony when she heard the sound of the main door opening. Ishaan, wearing the same clothes as when they last spoke, carried a paper bag in hand. The relief that crawled Agni did not last long when she noticed the bruise on Ishaan's face and her somewhat limped steps when approaching him.

“Master, what happened?” Agni held Ishaan, then led him to sit on the sofa. “Let me take first aid kid—”

“Your phone,” cut it while handing the bag over to Agni. “I found your phone.”

Agni just took a quick look at the contents of the bag. His attention was taken to Ishaan's condition. “I treat Mister first.”

Ishaan wanted to protest, but was stifled by the pain from the wound around the corner of the lip. Hurriedly, Agni took the first aid kid in the kitchen and prepared water to rinse away the dirt and wounds on the man's face.

“I think I should invest in a thug rental,” murmured Ishaan when Agni finished handling the wound on the face. “Or take another martial arts class, huh? Let me fight it myself.”

“What really happened, Mister?” Agni kept pressing. He wanted to hear Ishaan's testimony, but all he received were jolts that never answered curiosity. “My daily was-was waiting.”

“Lack clear? I took your phone again.” Ishaan grimaced as Agni pressed down on his arm. “From yesterday you were busy taking care of my injuries until you haven't thanked me.”

Agni sighed. Oh, my God, if it wasn't my boss…. “Thank you, Mr.”

One corner of Ishaan's unharmed lips lifted. “I also want to apologize for what I said earlier. No intention of offending you.”

Be careful, Agni compresses bruises on the inside of Ishaan's arm. “Perhaps because of hormones also I became somewhat sensitive.”

Ishaan muttered a long ooh. “Tap your phone again, reset if necessary before you use it. Tomorrow I'll rent a car so we're safer traveling.”

After finishing treating Ishaan, Agni checked the phone. The only flaw he found was a crack in the screen protector. The rest, the phone is still smooth. Agni only needs to reset the settings to open access the device.

Instantly, the burden that gripped Agni all day was released, replaced by relief and calm, especially when Ishaan came home. Passing through various stories of years of loss, Agni finally felt the experience. Experience when his right comes back to him.

Moreover, there were people who helped Agni fight for her.

“Agni, did I say something that offended you again?”

Agni blinked, then realized her cheeks were wet. In front of him, Ishaan was very worried. “I should have asked you to rest. Must be tired also waiting for me without news all day.”

Quickly, Agni wiped away her tears. In fact, hormonal changes at the menstrual week often make him more whiny. However, Ishaan's attitude and actions softened the part of the heart that Agni thought had long since hardened.

“Thank you, Ishaan.” Agni kisses Ishaan's uninjured cheek. Long enough until the man needs to hold his shoulders. There were a lot of words milling about in Agni's mind, too many until she had a hard time deciding which one to reveal.

In the end, Agni let Ishaan hold her until they fell asleep on the sofa.

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