Marriage Agreement With You
Misunderstand
...WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ELEMENTS THAT ARE SENSITIVE, THE READER SHOULD BE WISE TO RESPOND....
Tiring day on the first day Asel was working. The mattress bears witness to the tired body resting on it. To take a bath alone he was reluctant, just wanted to sleep for a while and then take a shower. But unfortunately reality woke him up in the morning.
Luckily today he is testing for night shif work, so during the morning until later in the afternoon he can relax like unemployed. But having not had a bath from last night, Asel decided to take a shower first.
After his body became fresher due to bathing, the intention to relax became evaporated somewhere. He even fun to make his mother's favorite sponge cake first. Bolu banana.
It was originally made to be eaten, but after that it was just looked at. A memory cut as her mother smiled as she ate the cake made her chest cramped again. Increasingly claustrophobic when the picture he with his family joking laugh while enjoying the cake. Father who likes to take his cake and will be scolded by the mother for daring to disturb his favorite child.
Asel laughed while crying. He laughed and wept over the life he now lived. It felt like fate was playing tricks on him in a life full of pain. But what else can he do but survive and fight? Complaining to the sky or wanting to curse fate was also useless.
The family photos he posted are now in his arms. He hugged her tightly with his eyes closed. Imagine yourself embracing the family that left her. Meet each other in the form of longing, shake from the heart and describe all the flavors that have been shackled.
Satisfied with crying, hunger finally tempts Asel to pluck his homemade cake. It does not feel much different from the mother's creation, but Asel prefers if that makes his mother. Now he has to get used to the void. Trying to enjoy a life like black mocca. Initially bitter, but there will be a sweet taste in the end. Yes, at least it was better than swallowing a bitter pill without any side effects.
Without feeling the time continues to run until finally herding Asel at night who had greeted. He had already tried to work his best with the help of the senior who guided him. Luckily his senior wasn't one of those humans who gossiped about him yesterday.
The clock had shown at 11 pm, the abdominal pain to go to the bathroom began to feel, but there was one room that he had to check first. His senior asked to confirm whether it was neat or not the room in question. Half-running he walked down the hall quite quiet and suddenly showed the impression of horror. Just as he was passing through one of the rooms, he instead collided with a woman who looked very fashionable from her appearance, but somehow a sports towel instead perched on her neck.
"Sorry, Brother. I didn't see because I was in a hurry!" said Asel while covering both hands in front of the chest with a view facing down as a form of regret.
"No papa. I also apologize, because I am also in a hurry," replied the woman who immediately shot away in the opposite direction to Acel.
Due to the collision incident, he had almost forgotten his main purpose. Just a step Acel was about to leave, his hand was already blocked by someone else. When he turned his head, he almost shouted because he met the son of the hotel owner, aka Rival Ciloknya's brother. What made him shout was not only seeing who he was, but that person was just wearing knee-length pants without clothes.
"Come in, help me first!" the title was to Asel without any refusal, to the extent that Asel's hand was forced to enter the room he rented.
"I'm sorry, I'm still doing a lot of work, sir!" Acel was about to grab the doorknob again. He had to go to the toilet first because of the stomach pain that he had been enduring.
"eeeet! You want to get fired!"
Asel fell silent. He was upset and hated when such a precarious situation he even got a threat. Though already intending not to meet with his superiors, but now instead had to be stuck with him in the room.
"Then, let me go to the toilet first, "please Asel who keeps trying to be polite. It's just his alibi to be able to escape, from a room that might just be very dangerous for him.
"Oh, please. But don't be long."
Just wanted to escape out of the room, but his intention was back because of the interruptions from the people behind him.
"Where are you going?" he asked with suspicion.
Acel then turned his body around, it would be impolite if he spoke facing the other direction. "Toilet, sir," he answered calmly.
"You think there's no toilet here?" point Marsel at a door in the room.
With a resigned face finally Asel according. But in his mind still wondering also the reason why he should be told to help him. Aren't the employees here enough? And again, isn't this room where the girl he accidentally hit came out?
Asel's hair bristles, he becomes afraid if his boss will do things that are not-no. Plus, he knew he needed money to pay his debts. Does he intend to ....
Asel immediately shook his head quickly trying to get rid of the negative thoughts that had lodged in his brain. He must keep thinking calmly and look for positive things that will be done by his superiors. He tried to be sure that his boss was not a pedophile.
His stomach affairs were honestly finished, but he instead lingered because of the fear that lingered on him. Want as hard as anything positive thinking, negative thoughts also can not just go away. In fact his mind was getting worse because he remembered the sexual crimes that had happened quite a lot.
"Woi! What's your death, semedi?" people shouted from outside the bathroom.
Asel was jolted, I don't know how long he's been here, but if he doesn't get out of here, of course, he could be presumed dead because he didn't come out. By steadying his heart and praying that everything would be fine, Acel finally came out.
Marsel stared intently at the employee. "Hurry and help clean up this room!" her word.
Blankets scattered on the floor, pillows are irregular arrangement, then on the floor there are two bottles of alcohol with an unpleasant odor, used fast food, and so on, bottles of used mineral water and there are some grains of medicine that Asel himself does not know what kind of medicine it is. His mind was only possible if his superior was using illicit drugs. All the garbage he had put in black plastic to be ready he disposed of as soon as possible.
Marsel told me a little if he would be inspected by his father who suddenly came. So he must immediately get rid of the negative-smelling items as soon as possible. As an employee at the hotel, Asel had to obey the request of his superiors, if he wanted to live a long life with his job.
When he was about to get out, Asel's netra rounded to find a person who was not a stranger to him. He had seen the man's face in the photo near the reception desk. That person is the owner of the hotel where he works, which means the father of Rival Cilok's brother. Spontaneously he closed the door and found his boss wearing his shirt.
"Sir, Father's father is in front," said Asel who so follow the panic, his hand grip on the plastic became tighter because mixed feelings of anxiety.
"What?" Marsel looks no less panicked. He immediately asked for the plastic to be hidden under the bed, while Asel was asked to crouch slightly bent near the suitcase, after which Marsel covered his body with a suit.
Asel's heart was not lost during that position. He was afraid of being discovered and even accused of various kinds. Though he wanted to find safety by working well, but if on the second day it was like this, the hope became as thin as the skin of a red onion.
The sound of a loud door buzz almost made Asel scream in shock. But as much as possible he closed his mouth tightly and tried to calm down. If his body shook because it was discovered, then it was finished at that time.
There was the sound of chatter that he suspected as a father and son couple in the room, then there was the voice of someone else who was not familiar. The three are involved in an interrogation centered on Marsel. Not long enough, only about five minutes ago it was completed because there was an emergency call for the person who owned this hotel.
"Now you can get out!" marsel said as he pulled the suit that covered Asel.
Asel was relieved that he was finally free and continued his work. But there was something else he was worried about now. Before he was pulled into this room, his senior asked to check one of the rooms, and until now he had not seen it at all.
While walking he thought of the right reason because he did not also give confirmation. Should he be honest if his boss asks him to help clean up the room? Or he even lied if stomach pain in the toilet for half an hour.
Asel's door opened, his mind instantly crumbling when he found a pair of pantofel not far from where he stands now. The problem is not the shoes, but the owner. As the net he circulated upwards, his heart felt dislodged that second as well. He is Arhan Tarihoran, the same person as the hotel owner.
"Why are you standing here constantly-" Marsel choked when he saw his papa in front of his bedroom door with a sharp glare.
"Marsel! What are you doing with this cleaning service?!" snapped Arhan with wrath.
"He was just helping Marsel settle the room, really," replied Masrsel honestly.
"Then why did the shirt buttons come off as well? You forced him?" asked Arhan in a higher tone.
Acel spontaneously felt the buttons of his clothes attached to staples. "Bu-no, sir. It's from the beginning it's a button off, so---"
"Shut up!" Arhan snapped which instantly made Asel speechless with a face of strictness. "You paid how much my son would fuck her and defend her?!"
Asel just kept quiet did not dare to say, after all he was told to be quiet. Though in the heart want to answer loudly. "I wouldn't sleep with an om-om like her!"
"Pa, Marsel is not that rich anymore. He's really just helping Marsel clean up," she said. He did it with others, not with his employees. "The button of clothes is also from the beginning. That's why the employee was given a decent uniform" Marsel said.
The manager of the hotel came with one of the heads of cleaning service, who was none other than Asel's senior. "Sir, I've brought the man,"
Acel was increasingly afraid of making it, afraid that there would be more problems greeting him.
"Oh, great." Arhan glanced at senior Asel. "Now I want to ask, is this kid really working to clean room 409?"
"No, Sir. Because I previously instructed to check room 412. But about half an hour he didn't come back, and I just saw him again" the senior replied honestly.
"Hm ... 30 minutes, huh?" Arhan's eyes turned sharply towards Asel. "It's long enough just to clean up the room, right?"
Die. It feels like Asel just wants to die right now, rather than face the reality that makes it feel like he wants to die.
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