I'm Not My Boss' Storage
Ishaan's Personal Assistant

“NEW this time I see there are people in a daze so get a new job.”

Shia came not without reason. After an interview session with Ishaan, Agni even worried about her new profession: personal assistant. Agni's memory continues to replay a short question-and-answer session that feels like centuries.

“Yes because I am confused. The process is as fast as that if you use the path..alternative?” Agni chocolates her fries on chili sauce. “So I guess he'll recruit me as a secretary, uh it turns out he needs a personal assistant. Getting everywhere I think.”

“It looks like assistant same secretary almost the same, deh.”

“Different, tofuu. Secretaries usually only take care of documents on the same schedule in the office. If the assistant can take care of the personal needs of the boss,” Agni explained.

Shia mangosteen. “So, what makes you confused, Ni? You have a deal, next month you pull it out of here. Where to take a trip to Europe. Lo again very lucky.”

Agni's cheeks heated up thinking of a short chat towards the end of the interview. Instantly his mind flashed the piece of the scene in his memory. Ishaan who seemed satisfied saw Agni master the table manner during lunch. In addition, there is no problem in the amount of salary.

Before closing the meeting, Ishaan asks Agni a final question,

“There are you want to ask about work or anything else related to your position?”

Although Ishaan is polite and able to make her comfortable, Agni can not ignore the fact that this work was obtained through an unusual path. What if Ishaan asks for more service?

“Or do I need to send a draft of the contract now so you can learn before you officially sign?” Ishaan asked again.

“No need, Sir. I—” Agni swallow spit “—I want to know, what, umh, do you need plus service from me?”

Shia almost let off a loud laugh upon hearing Agni's story. While Agni directly silenced her best friend's mouth before her laughter attracted the attention of restaurant visitors that afternoon.

“Agni, jeez..” Shia lowered her head while chuckling. “Think you asked so. I told you, the path through Micah rarely use additional service. Your boss is not an om-om jelalatan anyway. Safe lah.”

“It's people who know.” Thankfully, Ishaan's response did not make Agni even more embarrassed. The 29-year-old shook his head and asked Agni to read the contract before signing the signature. “Capek, I went back to the contract first, yes. All read the employment contract.”

“Bentar, bentar.” The friend held Agni's hand, then leaned in to whisper to her, “Lo dapet what salary during being an assistant?”

Agni frown before replying, “Fifty million.”

Shia gasp. “Per month?”

“No, for those three months.” A fantastic amount for Agni, even though she only needed around twenty million to meet all her needs until graduation. “Gue all chicken wings, dong. Make dinner.”

While waiting for Shia to prepare her order, Agni checked the contract Ishaan sent to email. Together with the documents, Ishaan also asked him to prepare the documents needed for the application for passport and visa.

Please save also my number, as the voice of the sentence Ishaan wrote, followed by a row of numbers that Agni directly copied to her cellphone contact.

Heart's pounding. It feels like just yesterday the woman Agni used to call mom kicked him out of the house and almost made him a vagabond. The house that should be Agni's right. Now, in a matter of weeks, he will explore mainland Europe which he has only been able to see through photos and videos.

Hopefully, this job will be the door of various conveniences and smoothness that his late father always prayed for Agni.

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Ishaan was looking at the CVs of job applicants when the door of his room was open. In the doorway, Tanisha stretches her hand, then gives her a brief hug.

“What recommendation if the edges I accept him without selection,” chirps Ishaan who replied toyoran from Tanisha. “Yes, yes, thanks, Ma'am. The experience of his skill cooperation is suitable, but he still has to follow the HRD.” procedure

“Nothing, the name is also a formality. If there is a secretary, you will not have a reason to leave my marriage because of busy work,” said Tanisha. As Ishaan guessed, her brother would do various ways to get her involved in the exhausting family event.

Ishaan closes the folder containing the CV of job applicants on the laptop. Lunch time soon. “Mbak want to come with me lunch in the cafeteria?

“I've ordered food from Dareen's favorite restaurant, you wait aja—” Twang from the phone distract Tanisha. “Long life, already nyampe. I'll take it first in the lobby.”

Ishaan got up from the chair, then stretched his body while observing the tall buildings that adorn the sky of Jakarta. In a month, this scenery will change the mountains in Switzerland or the ruins of temples in Greece. Europe is not only the main inspiration for his work. The continent is already regarded as a second home for several reasons.

Turn of his clinking phone. Message from an unknown number.

Good day, sir. This is my number, Agni.

Finally after waiting since yesterday afternoon, Agni sent her phone number. Ishaan saved the contact, then typed in a reply, Have you learned the contract?

It wasn't until two minutes, Agni replied, Already. Visa and passport documents are being prepared. When can I meet you at the office?

“Who wants to eat hainan rice?” Ishaan hurriedly put down the phone as Tansiha returned with a large bag of chinese food. “Eating drivers are good, but can't be quick to make fat. Good thing you gave me the idea to eat this.”

“Badan Mbak feeling slim. How many more kilos?” Ishaan does not understand the habits of some women who are willing to diet so that their bodies fit when wearing a wedding dress. “If the meal continues to be restricted, later even quickly tired, continue not fit fitting reception.”

“Dareen follow the diet, kok.” Tanisha handed hainan rice Ishaan ration. “Later if you marry will surely understand these sacrifices.”

The Marlon sisters then ate lunch while discussing other topics. Although Tanisha sometimes makes a fuss and a fuss, Ishaan does not deny that he will miss the woman who has accompanied him since childhood.

“I go first, yes. Want to go to the boutique to make dress fittings, continue to the same souvenir vendors Dareen all romantic dinners.” The sparkle of happiness from Tanisha's eyes was a contrast from her anxiety when she confided in Ishaan the other day. “You also don't get too tired. Can be more tightness work.”.

“Ready, My mother who is carrying.” Ishaan complains when Tanisha boyfriends him again.

“Oh, one more.” This time, Tanisha looks hesitant before continuing, “Later if you stop by Mama's place, send greetings. Sorry I haven't been able to get there.”

Ishaan nodded, then opened the door for Tanisha. Tanisha's relationship with her mother has been poor, especially since their father died. However, from the way Tanisha talks, Ishaan knows that she misses her mother a lot.

The workspace returned to silence after Tanisha's departure. When he was about to reply to Agni's message, the man thought about the frequency of the arrival of the brother to the office. However, Tanisha must not know that he is recruiting a personal assistant. Especially if the assistant is female.

Asking Agni to meet him at the office was obviously less secure. Does Ishaan need any more reservation at the restaurant? However, the important documents Agni brought could have been wet or dirty exposed to food. The hotel? Ah, later Agni even asked strange things like at the meeting yesterday.

Ishaan is pensive as he receives Micah's message asking for news of the bartender at their nightclub.

An idea suddenly popped into his mind.

Agni would probably think of all sorts when Ishaan asked her to meet at that place. However, only this option can Ishaan take in order to hide his secret from Tanisha.

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