Love That Starts With Hate
Never Be the Same Now

One month later....

I looked at the resignation letter again. Still weighing that decision. If I want to quit, I have to find another job. But, of course I also need time to finish the work here. Or maybe waiting to be fired –how many more times I have to have problems with my work thanks to Harrish's intervention. My fate is really unlucky every time I deal with him. Why didn't God keep her away from me after what she did to me?

I snorted, keeping the letter in the drawer. Perhaps, I will hand it over once I find a suitable new job. I regretted coming back to work as if nothing had happened where I should have run away. But where am I going to run away? Sendra, who has a lot of money, is threatened to be thrown in jail because he will almost sell the company

Rprr! Rrrrr!, the phone on the side table made me jump. I saw the words ‘Direksi’ flickering on the phone's LED screen.

I grabbed the handle. "Hello, good afternoon !” I said a quick sweep and I hope he won't ask me while yelling why I was late picking up the phone.

“To my room. Now," he ordered, hurry up and hang up.

I'll stand up soon. Tidying my suit. I have a little untidy hair.

“There can I help you, Sir ?” I was standing in front of his desk.

He looked at me for a moment. Before the file in his hand. “Hm...," she flipped through the sheets in it and I could see that it was the bio of my – employee. He seemed to want to read it to me. Oh, die me! “Name Sabina Ayuningtyas Princess. Born Surabaya, December 14, 1987. Unmarried status”

His little laugh sounded cynical, like he had just found a gap to corner me either because he hated me the same for Mr. Sendra. The brotherhood!

“Where did you get this ID?” asked him, throwing the file over his desk, but it was exposed right in front of me.

Frankly speaking, Mr. Sendra never took issue with status. Never commented on me and Harrish getting divorced because of ‘musibah’.

“Identity falsification," he said, making it clear that my mistake was to have single data.

Not without reason. Harrish divorced me when I was 21! At such a young age, people would assume I made a mistake until I was divorced. And the one who had the idea wasn't me! But, Evania! He created that identity so that I could live by forgetting the terrible events in my life and the permanent scars that Harrish left behind in my life. The engineering identity will cover it! Especially my friends! Of all people! And it's important to me! What happens when people find out that I've been married?

“It's fatal," I said. "You don't think at all that this will hurt you later?”

I'm silent. Listened it. If he starts talking about the past, I'll stop him.

I wish I could look pretty calm. "There's more I can help you with, sir?” my question is, controlling the look of the face that now looks shocked. Seeing the way I deal with it.

Harrish. "There are actually a lot of things you can do to help me" he said. "Actually so far.. you are very ‘help my’ in uncovering the darkening done by your old boss and I stopped it in the right way”

Congratulations then, I said inwardly but listened carefully.

“I need a job, sir," I said, so he doesn't have any thoughts.

“I know. For all you have now. Apartments and cars, all of which were given by Sendra. All of that includes company assets and I could have confiscated because it was included in the embezzlement that Sendra did. I almost threw him in jail and you can get involved if we don't work together.”.

“Sorry, mean Mr?” I am not understanding his accusation any more.

“You're his secretary?” ask her.

I'm nodding.

“You always do everything he asks?”

I'm nodding. That is the job of the secretary. Thought what?

“Financial control through you?” ask him again.

“There's a division, sir," I replied.

“But, you control them via an order from Sendra right?”

I was silent too. What the hell does it mean to ask like that?

“You're his accomplice. There's no way I'm just letting you get out of here" he said. "I just want you to be open with everything Sendra does. No more..”

“Sorry, sir, I don't understand what you mean." I said, beginning to tremble.

The talent of cornering the Harrish is increasing. He mastered the opponent's ways to make him give up and confessed –even about something that was never done though.

“I have to say this in person. You should be thinking, why would Sendra want to hire you here. Why not someone else? If you think because of your great ability, I'm not sure because you're not that smart. But, it was because of you as Sabina and she took advantage of your circumstances back then to hit me. It bothers me. But the truth is, it doesn't affect me. Due to the fact that the presence of someone he thought could destroy me, on the contrary, made me able to get rid of him easily.”.

I went back to silence.

“Don't be afraid I'll bring personal affairs.you can work quietly as long as you do my orders. Because if not...," said Harrish take my biodata file “This will be a big problem for you”

Identity forgery = criminal. I have to tell Evania but she's back in New Zealand.

Stuck with him again? It's just like a curse.

***

I didn't like the moment when I was standing in front of him like this. Every time I faced him, it was like seeing the gates of hell open wide before me through his cynical words.

“Yes, sir," I said.

“Do any of us come?” ask him again.

“There, Sir. Our Sales Marketing Division has signed up since a month ago," I replied, calm and flat. “And usually the owners are also invited at the opening of”

“Then why is it not on my schedule ?” sue him, this time looking at me fiercely.

“Hm... I have not added because.I think you can not come. And the invitation is on behalf of Mr. Sendra.. so I..”.

“That's no excuse! Who is your boss now?” ask him, start getting angry again. “You should update the schedule because it has been almost a month I am here! And you're not Sendra's secretary anymore, understand?”

“Sorry, Sir. Today I will update," I said. "If you really want to be present at the opening event I can contact the committee to book a room and flight ticket”

Harrish just looked at me. Seemed to have no words, before he cleared his throat and returned to his computer screen.

“Because of his registration in the morning, maybe you should leave the day before," I said, distracting from his cold expression. "But there is a general meeting on Wednesday from one to five. If possible you can leave by night plane from Jakarta”

Still staring at me, now he was the one who seemed to be waiting for my words.

“So... how, Sir?” I ignored the feeling that he was actually digesting all my words well.

“There's still a plane night to it?” ask him, doubtful and astonished.

“Jam 19.55 departs from Jakarta and gets there at approximately 21.00 pm," I explained again. "If you want an afternoon flight at 18.40 it can still be if after the meeting directly departs. At least from here to the airport only half an hour if not jammed and the longest can be up to 45 minutes”

“You memorized the flight schedule?” ask her.

Geez! What stupid question is that?

I'm nodding. Do I have to say Mr. Sendra very often travels out of town even abroad and I take care of everything?

“Good," he nodded. “I want his general meeting to be advanced so I can leave before night”

“Good, sir," I said and I want to immediately waltz out of there because it feels tight to be close to him. Ever since he sat there, commanding me with that annoying expression, this room has become like a miasma that keeps me from lingering in it. Stuffy!. “There's more, Sir?”

“Make sure you come with me too" he said.

I'm pretty shocked. Coming along? To Bali? Any more?

Geez, even though Bali is the paradise of Indonesia, but I never want to go there, again.

“There's a problem?” ask him, probably realizing that I kind of minded having to go with him.

I immediately shook my head. "Nothing, sir. I'll confirm in a moment" I said. Leave that hell soon.

***

“Great! We can hangout again right there..," even Jessica who was too excited when I again moaned. It was as if he had forgotten his problem about Sendra. Hopefully he doesn't think to tease Harrish like he once teased Sendra.

I noticed the bustle of the kitchen employees passing by in front of me who didn't seem to see us sneaking around and sitting between these iron shelves. Actually staff like me and Jessica are forbidden to be here, but Irish –chef flagship The Emperor, always make a nice lunch for us. It was an unforgettable moment for me.

“Seru dong if so," chirped Irish who was taking drinks in the refrigerator for me. “Do not forget souvenirs yes..”

The Irish physique was a tall and sturdy man but very gentle in nature like a female. He used to tell us that he had a nuisance from childhood that was a nuisance because he felt trapped in the wrong body. Irish should have been born a girl, but she was destined to be a man.

“By what? Barong clothes?” reply while laughing.

“Ih, where suitable for Irish t-shirts whose images are serem. Which fits it yes.for example, beach cloth that is usually used the same bule ..," joked Jessica and Irish so upset instantly.

I'm laughing too. And for a moment, I felt that going to Bali was not so bad. I'm there for work, not for the holidays. So of course I'll be busy. Yeah, course. What the hell am I worried about?

“Lo will be able to meet Bastian there," said Jessica. "Lo don't call him?”

I shook my head, smiling bitterly. “Do I tell you I'm going there?” my reply.

“Iya. There he even ge-eran, thought you deliberately returned to Bali to meet him." said Jessica. “Serba is hard yes..”

I justify. Everything is different now.

Almost a year, but only a few times met plus rarely communicate –even in this sophisticated era. If this can still be called dating, why don't I feel like it? Only when I was next to her could I feel what her name had but so far away, the sweet memories became bitter. Like now.

I try to keep busy to forget. I told him what to say, but he gave me no answer. Said the man hanged unrobed it hurt for mercy. And I have to say this is what I'm dealing with right now. Bastian may have found my replacement, or indeed he never considered that I was ‘someone’ in his eyes.