I'm Not My Boss' Storage
Disturbances from the Universe

“SEWA spy for ngawasin Dareen?”

“Iya, I can not jump into Bandung directly, Ma'am. Dareen must have suspected.”

“Who will you ask for help? Kan Micah which usually handle.”

“I know some of his men. Let me contact them today.”

After driving Haikal to school, Ishaan took his car to a restaurant. More precisely the nightclub he turned into a restaurant about five years ago. It was a surprising decision, even for himself. However, Ishaan had two reasons that prompted him to remodel the place.

One, a club atmosphere that always reminds Ishaan of the events in Berlin with Lea. He was suddenly uncomfortable lingering inside the club, even in the place he had built with Micah.

Two, let go of Agni's shadow. It's hard to believe how a three-month trip devoted to business has turned Ishaan's mind. He never wanted to find closure. Getting rid of Agni-related things was a move that Ishaan hoped would help him forget about the girl.

Unfortunately the act even brings Ishaan to something or someone related to Agni.

*

The restaurants that Ishaan and Micah manage still retain the industrial concept. It was just that they needed to remodel the interiors of the first and second floors; obliterate the dance floor and polish the bar. Dareen helps Ishaan by recommending interior designers. Although they took time to rebrand, the restaurant was able to grow to this day.

After parking the car, Ishaan observed the restaurant while greeting the staff. Half an hour before the restaurant opens. Before the briefing, Ishaan waited for the manager in his study.

Ishaan just opened the laptop when someone knocked on the door.

“Log in, the door is unlocked,” he said. The door opened, revealing the figure of a formally dressed young woman in a blazer and knee-length skirt. When they sat down, Ishaan was stunned. So too with that figure.

“Kamu—” Ishaan stepped out of his chair. The name was in there, among the memories he was trying to bury. “You're his friend.. Micah.”.

“Shia. Shia Airi,” finally the woman introduced herself. “I just worked two weeks here.”

“Oh worth it, last time I was here was still a long time manager. Turns out you changed her position.” Ishaan. “Shia, maybe Micah told you about his job in Germany. For the next three months, I'm the one who takes his place here. But Micah will continue to monitor from there.”

Shia nodded in understanding. “There can I help you for today?”

“Please send us a report last month. Finance, employee evaluation, supplier..everything to my email.” Later, Ishaan hands Shia her business card. “Now, we are briefing below. Gather staff, I'll catch up.”

Ishaan immediately held onto the edge of the table as Shia left the room. He almost slipped his name as Agni's friend. If Agni is no longer working in Jakarta, as Micah said, does Shia still often exchange news with him?

Focus, focus on cooperation, Ishaan, his mind while rubbing his face. Shia becomes a kind of ordeal for him to discover Agni's whereabouts. However, Ishaan must be able to take care of himself. Professionalism is at stake. In addition, he had other matters to prioritize.

Tracking Dareen's affair.

*

Ishaan spends his first two hours at the restaurant studying the reports Shia has submitted. So that his concentration is not messy, he deliberately asked the staff to install a coffee maker in his study. So he can brew his own coffee without going back and forth telling someone.

Ahead of lunch, Ishaan goes out to watch the restaurant. As he expected, the tables were almost full. The waitress recorded and delivered the food, while the kitchen was boisterous by the sound of the cookware and the staff mentioning the order.

Stomach rumbles. Ishaan could have ordered directly to the kitchen if he did not realize the length of the list that has been entered. Ishaan then chose to find food outside while meeting Micah's men. Then when he passed by Shia, the voice in his mind mentioned a place that could be addressed.

*

For a moment, why did Ishaan even follow the voice's suggestion?

“Welcome, what do you want to order?” The cashier in front of him smiled wryly. Suddenly, Ishaan doesn't feel good about leaving. Moreover, he asked Micah's men to meet him here.

His eyes scanned quickly the menus listed on the panel. “Umh, Package 4. One serving. Eat here.”

Ishaan shook his head quickly before taking another foolish action. After completing the transaction, he passed towards the table in the corner of the room while carrying a number. When checking the phone, he found a new message from Micah's men who had been stuck.

I'm sorry, I may be late, he said. About 20 minutes to arrive.

Yes already. At least Ishaan can enjoy his lunch.

“Number 20,” the cashier mentions Ishaan's number. As he was about to take the order, he realized there was an extra placed on his tray.

“Mbak,” Ishaan called the cashier earlier. “I did not order dessert earlier.”

“Oh, that's a bonus make that order Package 4. More promotions this month, Kak.”

Slowly, Ishaan read more of the food and drink in Package 4. A serving of fried chicken and french fries with soda. This month, an additional message reads on the package, every purchase is included…

…one cream and cookies ice cream.

Ishaan wants to run out of a fast food restaurant. What does the universe want to tell him through all this coincidence?

*

People say, you attract what you fear. The problem is, Ishaan is not afraid. He just wants to work quietly without being overshadowed—

“Tuan—”

“A—” Ishaan turns to the figure standing in the doorway. Shia. “Pak. I don't mind being called Mr.”

“Sorry, Sir. You heard some people call Mr.” Shia stepped in to hand over the folder containing the report. “This is a corrected document. If all the work is done, I want to go home.”

So chaotic Ishaan's mind, he did not pay attention to working hours. It was almost six in the afternoon. The restaurant will soon be crowded for dinner.

“Please. If there's any more revisions, I'll call you in the morning.” Ishaan also needs to rest before getting cranky. Maybe the jet lag effect hasn't really gone away.

Just as Shia passed from the room, Micah called her.

“Where is the first day of work in baruu's office?” Micah chuckles. “Sorry I forgot to tell Shia work there.”

“It’s okay, I noticed the work is nice and tidy.” While chatting, Ishaan turned off the laptop and tidied up his things. “So afternoon I met the same guys you recommended. Tomorrow morning he glides to Bandung to keep an eye on Dareen.”

“Kirain lo who plunged into the field.”

“You're the same Sister Tanisha thinks one frequency, yes. I'm waiting for the right moment to monitor Dareen. For example, during a work visit, so he does not suspect.” He needs to switch the conversation. “You alone can hold my work there?”

“Well, this is the reason I called lo.” Micah's voice suddenly sounded serious. Is there a problem in Frankfurt? “Barusan I abis meeting the same lunch client. Keep turning around, guess who I met in the parking lot?”

Ishaan is massage her forehead. “Who? I'm lazy guessing.”

“Lea,” Micah said. Briefly, it still adds to the horror. “Gue males, anyway, pleasantries the same him, but he hunted these nyerocos-that. Continue before entering the car, he asked lo and I instead said you returned to Jakarta.”

“Jeez, Micah...”.

“I know, sorry, but here’s the worst part,” Micah took a break, “Lea will go to Indonesia next week, to take care of his father's business. So, yeah, be careful. Because I'm sure he'll do anything to see you again.”

***