I'm Not My Boss' Storage
Monitoring from Far
MARRAKESH. A vibrant and colorful city. The combination of ancient and modern architecture in a number of angles looks so harmonious. It is not surprising that this city is included in the list of global tourist recommendations. Ishaan also understands why his mother chose to settle here, where his family grew up and started a business.
“Thank you.” Ishaan handed over some money to the driver, then brought his suitcase and bag to the riad* which became the mother's home. The combination of natural and pastel colors presents a homey and cheerful atmosphere that instantly makes Ishaan feel at home.
Penetrating the main door, Ishaan is directed to the center filled with a small pond with mosaic floors and hanging plants that perfect the design of the residence.
“My son, my beloved son.” Footsteps were heard from the stairs leading to the second floor. A woman, wearing a plain orange dress, smiled at him. Her long hair was curled into a spool, leaving strands of short hair framing her oval face. “Finally you also played to Mama.”'s house
Evelyn Marlon's. The second daughter of four sixth-generation Marlon sisters. An elite family who also raised famous companies in Europe, then spread their wings to Indonesia. Although her wealth is stored in various banks and assets around the world, Evelyn chooses to live a quiet and simple life. Just like previous generations did.
This also made the Marlon family respected. Rarely appeared in the media, but still able to make his colleagues goosebumps hearing their names. Even Evelyn's late husband did not dare to ask the woman to change her last name when they married.
“Hei, Mom. Miss you.” Ishaan cradled Evelyn; sniffing the distinctive aroma of the spice. “Make breakfast again, yes?”
“Before it is finished, fortunately there is Bu Ajeng who helps.” Hearing the name of the makeup artist called, Ishaan delicates. “Beres help you in Germany, he stopped by here because there is a Mama client who needs MUA from Indonesia.”
Apparently so. It also means Ishaan will eat delicious food while in Marrakesh. “I'm tired, peg rest undaunted. My room's still on the second floor, right?”
Evelyn nodded and helped her son bring a backpack. “Yuk, Mom interracial. All your readers hear your thoughts on the design of the room.”
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Due to the extended delay, the journey from Barcelona to Marrakesh which is usually only four or five hours even stretch to six hours. Ishaan also did not have time to choose a one way flight, so he had to transit in Portugal. While waiting for the plane, he contacted Micah to check the latest developments related to Agni.
“Buset, what time is there, Bro?” todong Micah as his call was raised. “Gue back and forth to the office.”
“Half three in the morning, I again transit.” Ishaan stretches his stiff muscles. “How was the result of the task I gave you yesterday?”
“From various sources, his mother's condition is not too stable. The good news, her husband who is also a fire perpetrator has been caught,” Micah said. “Said the people there, the house actually has the late father Agni, continue not knowing why moved ownership to his mother.”
Agni must not like Ishaan secretly collecting information about his family. But he was too curious. “How is his own home condition?”
“Ludes, stay debris. Certificate hunted to be proof of theft.”
“Continue now Agni lives with Shia?”
“Yoi, they moved to co-living space. I'm still waiting for Agni to contact to send a painting.”
An airport attendant brought the tea that Ishaan ordered from the cafe. “Abservations of hospital?”
“Beres, I have asked the staff to call you as a donor in case Agni asked who paid for her mother's care.”
“Good, thanks, Bro. I transferred the money right up to Marrakesh.”
Micah chuckles. “Lelax same me mah. Have fun there! Greetings to Aunt Evelyn!”
While sipping tea that calms the body, Ishaan replayed his brief conversation with Agni before flying out of Barcelona. From her voice, the girl sounded tired, but still took the time to take Ishaan's call. The pieces of information provided also correspond to updates from Micah.
“You want me to buy souvenirs from Marrakesh?” Ishaan offered before outsmarting the chat.
“No need, Sir. The painting that was entrusted to Micah only I have not taken.”
“Oke, then, have a good rest.” It is hard to say, Ishaan wants to hear Agni's voice longer if he does not remember the girl needs rest. “Do not until you follow sick.”
“Master too, hope the journey is safe and smooth.”
*
Ishaan, who has just joined Evelyn at the dinner table, looks up to find the source of the sound. From the direction of the kitchen, Bu Ajeng brought a plate of fried chicken that is still warm, complete sprinkled together.
“Assistant?” Evelyn's eyes twitched towards Ishaan. “You didn't tell Mama to bring an assistant in Europe.”
“Suddenly, because my secretary resigned.” Ishaan had to be extra careful about telling Agni about her mother. “Asistenku went home first to Indonesia because there is a family affair. Fortunately, all my work is done.”
“Waduh, baby, even though I am not satisfied chatting with him,” Bu Ajeng chimed. “What next will be cooperation Ishaan Nak?”
If possible, Ishaan is willing to extend Agni's contract. Make him a permanent employee and bring him to Germany. Honey, everything is hindered by Agni's status as a student. Not to mention Tanisha who does not like his habits when alone with female employees.
“He wants to continue college, Bu Ajeng,” Ishaan replies. “Not too ready I boyong to Germany, definitely tired.”
Ishaan hopes the answer can stop Bu Ajeng's flirtation, but his conjecture whipsawed. Because when Evelyn was about to shift the topic, the woman continued,
“Ayu, you know, Mom, the guy. Pinter too. I thought she was Nak Ishaan's girlfriend.”
Hmm, whether this floor can pull me to the bowels of the Earth, Ishaan said.
“Not a strange thing Ishaan is the same way a beautiful woman. Until tired of seeing it,” casual Evelyn who was greeted with laughter Bu Ajeng. “If your assistant is invited, he can fill the room above. Just empty after a week yesterday filled with friends Mama.”
“Which Mama's friend?”
“Introduction time research to Boston. Lecturer, same age as well.” Evelyn poured rice on her son's plate. “Pas to Albert's garden, you go with your assistant?”
Bu Ajeng cleared his throat several times, wanting to hear Ishaan's story.
“Follow, all refreshing before to Barcelona.” Immediately, the moment in the pavilion flashed through Ishaan's mind, causing him to cough with a gaggle.
“Eat it slowly, Ishaan. The chicken is not going anywhere.” Evelyn offered a glass of water. “Oh yes, Ajeng, please take care of the house for a while after breakfast. I'm going out, likely home before lunch.”
“Good, Mom. I'm cleaning up the kitchen.”
Evelyn takes Ishaan, but Ishaan needs to make up for his mortgaged sleep hours at the airport and on the plane. So after breakfast, Ishaan left for the room, deliberately avoiding Bu Ajeng before being asked other questions about Agni.
Lying her body on the bed, Ishaan breathed a sigh of relief. The wall clock shows at nine in the morning. A gentle breeze from the open window caressed her body, issuing a drowsiness that Ishaan welcomed.
When his eyes were closed, Ishaan was immediately drawn to the dreamland. At first he only looked at the black room, until he found an enlarged and dazzling point of light. Ishaan turned his head for a moment to avoid the light, then when he turned his head, he found himself in the room he was in in in Barcelona.
“Ishaan?”
On the bed, covered only in blankets, Agni smiled at him. Her long hair was in a mess, but for some reason it made her even more beautiful.
“To where? I was waiting...”.
A second later, Ishaan jumped up and hugged Agni. He realized this moment was just part of a dream. However, Ishaan doesn't care. One thing he wanted now was to vent his longing for Agni even though it was limited through his sleeping flowers.
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*riad is a traditional Moroccan residence with indoor gardens and courtyards. This is one of the illustrations, taken from the blog Jou Jou Travels