I'm Not My Boss' Storage
Separate Tragedy
“DULU fitting Religion lessons in Junior High, my teacher once said that the husband-wife relationship was like a paradise of the world,” Shia chatter one day in the middle of a quiet night shift. “Where he uses a whiny anyway fitting that way, boy kayak I understand, right. Have a girlfriend has not been delivered.”
“Lagian guru lo discuss what to offend husband-wife relationship?” Somehow, Agni did not like the aura of the teacher even though they had never met. “Not discuss holy verses or history of religious civilization.”
“Lupa, um, I passed SMP.” for a long time Shia chuckles. “Dadak inget fitting yesterday met my acquaintance.”
“Who, anyway, your acquaintance? I think you date him more often.” Actually Agni suspects one name, but she chooses Shia's own story.
Friend grinned. “There, deeeh. The point is he made me understand why my teacher said it was so fitting SMP. The difference is that it is not a reward, because I have not married.”
Perhaps because it is called the paradise of the world, people also forget themselves.
Agni is among them.
Amidst the pleasure that drowned her sanity, Agni suddenly remembered the chat earlier. It's hard to make a description. You will understand, deh, if later already fumigated, concluded Shia before passing to the cashier. Agni is curious sometimes, but often she is not worried because she is not the type of adventurer like Shia.
Oh, who would have thought Agni finally understood Shia's words tonight.
“Still sick?”
Agni hopes Ishaan can hear the contents of her head. Every word he wanted to say was always melted into confusion. How could Agni answer when her body was busy responding to every touch and enticement Ishaan gave her?
“Pelan,” muttered Agni, sputtered. “Pelay little—”
Another one ******* escaped from Agni's lips. His eyes closed again while his fingers squeezed the coarse Ishaan hair. Not knowing how long they had been fighting in bed, Agni had lost the perception of time. The last thing he remembered before Ishaan managed to bring him to the top was the yellow tinge from the eastern horizon that slowly eroded the night sky.
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Test results sent by doctors from hospitals in Frankfurt stated that Ishaan ‘net’.
Receiving the email, Ishaan was relieved not to play. Enough once he allowed himself to serve Lea's will. Once moved to Germany to take care of the company branch, Ishaan will make sure the woman can not reach him, even to just cross the road.
On the other hand, Ishaan is calm because it will not harm Agni's health.
Tonight, Ishaan is still trying to maintain the rhythm of his game in order to maintain Agni's mood. He would only level up when the girl asked. A few times Ishaan is overwhelmed, almost letting lust take control.
How not? Watching Agni's body move in rhythm with her almost drove Ishaan crazy. Especially when the name is called in the middle of the hunting breath and the sighing. Ishaan until he cursed so difficult to hold back.
“Do not hold.” Ishaan lowered his head to fondle Agni's sweat-soaked neck and shoulders. In a moment, he will soon bring Agni through the peak of pleasure.
“Hug, kiss me, Agni. Whatever you wanna do. As long as you are comfortable removing it.”
When following Agni reached the top, Ishaan could not help but groan. His body then fell down beside Agni, then held her while landing a kiss on the top of the girl's head until they fell asleep.
*
Morning was about to crawl towards noon when Ishaan woke up. Half sleepy, her hands fumbled over the side of the bed. Pillows. Blanket. However, Ishaan did not find the body he hugged after making love. With his remaining energy, Ishaan forces himself to get up and scan the room.
Only he himself was there.
“Agni?” call him in a loud voice. “You're up?”
There's no answer. Ishaan's awareness and vigilance are both increasing. He picked up his pants on the floor before stepping out. Maybe Agni is taking a shower or moving rooms. However, the silence that filled his apartment was strange. Something must have happened while Ishaan was still sleeping.
“Agni.” Ishaan knocks on Agni's room. “What are you in?”
No response for a few seconds. Again, Ishaan called out to him.
“If I hurt you last night, please just say it,” Ishaan added. Worried that Agni's whisper was triggered by something she was unaware of. “I'll be in charge—”
Ishaan backed off when the door opened. Agni peeked out from the crack. Upon seeing her teary eyes, panic flushed Ishaan like a cold water spill. However, he waited until Agni stepped out of the room.
“Master,” said sobbing, “I have to go home to Indonesia today.”
Ishaan's forehead frowned. “Why?”
“Shia—Shia was phone,” hard-earned, Agni held back her tears, “if my house fires. My stepmother—dia critical. In the hospital. Ask to see me.”
Being confused, Ishaan asks Agni to sit on the sofa first. Flights from Barcelona to Jakarta are quite long. The travel time can be up to 17 hours. Travel without transit for a maximum of 16 hours.
“Master, can I go home sooner?” ask Agni, shrewdly. “I will finish the rest of the work in Jakarta. Sir can cut my salary also to buy the ticket.”
“No salary cut, your ticket has been covered by transportation costs,” Ishaan said. “I'll call Micah to take care of the ticket for you. We are ready here to go home to Jakarta.”
Agni is holding Ishaan. “Means we?”
“I'll accompany you to Jakarta.”
The girl nodded quickly. “Let me go home. Sir just continue the trip to Marrakesh without me.”
“But you need someone—”
“Master, please.” The emphasis on the last word silences Ishaan. “I can deal with everything myself. Shia kept on notifying my mother's condition. Pity your mother if suddenly a visit to Marrakesh is canceled.”
Ishaan's phone is beeping. From Micah. “I got the call first. Pack your things, who knows Micah can flight tickets in the afternoon or tonight.”
Despite the weight, Ishaan has no right to hold Agni. The order is more important. Agni's words about her mother are also true, she still needs to continue the journey to Marrakesh. Kadung promised to meet the mother he had not seen because of the pandemic.
“Serious want to take first class?” Micah. “Agni kayaknya not a problem if given eco— class"
“First class, Micah,” Reply Ishaan, firmly. “He must be restless throughout the flight, will continue to be tired once he reaches Jakarta. It's getting cranky if he sits for hours in economy class.”
“Yes, yes, first class. Tonight, seven.” Ishaan is grateful that Micah obeyed him. “Do I need to pick up Agni at the airport?”
Ishaan glanced at Agni's room for a moment. “All his best friends who stand by. I have more important tasks for you to do.”
*
The time is fast rolling Ishaan said accompanying Agni preparing for a return to Indonesia. It felt like only an hour ago Ishaan informed Agni about the ticket. Now, they're arriving at the airport. Ishaan watches Agni from a distance as the examination progresses, then approaches her before entering the lounge*.
Yes, Ishaan is desperate to buy a ticket to access the lounge. Thankfully he was a regular passenger of the airline, making it easier for him to get various facilities. Including giving first class tickets to Agni.
“Shia give you new news?” Ishaan put a snack on Agni.
“Not yet, he's working again,” he's lethargic. “Sorry so troublesome.”
“No, you don’t. Our work here is done, so I don't think you're bothered." Ishaan wanted to hold Agni's hand to calm her down. "On the report, you can send the maximum by the end of this month. Micah will also take care of the delivery of the remaining salary.”
“Thank you, Mr.”
“Later on the plane, you rest, huh? Eat a lot, to stay fit when you arrive in Jakarta.”
This time, Agni responded with a nod.
Time the plane takes off. Ishaan could have entered if he did not remember his promise to meet his mother in Marrakesh. Ishaan also wants to hug Agni, but holding her back in fear will mess with the girl's emotions.
The only thing Ishaan can say is to be careful, then watch until Agni goes to the plane she is about to board. Ishaan gazes at the dark night sky; wondering if he and Agni will be reunited in a better situation?
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