Married to the Arogan Employer
Question

Feeling that no one was responding, the Son repeated another knock on the door.

Geck, tok, tok.

Chequek, czech,

The door opened on the second knock.

"What's wrong?" a flat voice with a cold gaze shot out from Gaston's mouth. The son's tongue froze slightly when he saw the appearance of Gaston who only used a towel that he wrapped around his hips. You can make sure the hot scene is not over, and Gaston is disturbed by the presence of the Son.

"What's wrong?" Gaston repeated his question in a higher tone.

"Em, um, I want to, I want to say goodbye." Answer the Son with a brick.

"Pamit? Pamit where?" ask Gaston again.

"Pamit returns home and may not return." replied the Son with a bowed head.

"Yes, just go home ! Not coming back is better either." Gaston said with a face throw.

Dara had heard the conversation and intended to join the conversation, but she realized now her body was still plainly covered in a blanket. He did not want to add to the problem by joining the conversation of the two men.

The son was very disappointed and annoyed because Gaston did not hold him back at all even the man threw him out.

"Okay sir, I'm sorry." said the Son as he turned around.

"Heh, wait.." cried Gaston.

The son stopped for a moment and turned around, thinking that his master might hold back his departure. But apparently, everything was not as he expected.

Suddenly the sentence heard by the Son provoked his emotions. The man who felt he was no longer Gaston's assistant chose to reply to Gaston's words with his cold demeanor and simply passed without giving an answer.

The son is a class of mentally immune people during his work as assistant and personal driver Gaston. During this time he held a lot of indignation with the attitude of questioning his master, but since that day the Son felt free from the snares of the rules of his arrogant master.

Seeing that the Son was gone, Gaston went back into the room and closed the door again.

"You kicked him out?" suddenly Dara had the courage to ask.

"He himself wants to go!" gaston answered while resting his body back on the bed.

"But do you know why?" ask Dara again.

"Do not know and do not want to know!" gaston replied in a cold tone.

"But she was in trouble, her mother died and she.." Dara's words were cut off by her husband's words.

"That's enough! Don't talk about him anymore. He's an adult, he can think of what he has to do. You don't have to over-think about it." rebuked Gaston in a tone that sounded furious at his wife.

"But, are you not grieving at all? He's been your assistant for a long time, is it that easy to throw it away?" again, Dara asked a question.

"Stop, I didn't throw it away. He himself asked to leave. If it's about his mother's death I just found out from you, so later I will send condolences to his account. Okay fine! Already, don't interrogate me like a motorbike!"

The man drowned his body inside the blanket and wanted to close his eyes immediately. It seems that his passion suddenly disappeared because of Dara's question about the Son.That night they both slept on one blanket even though in a state that silences each other.

Dara's eyes are difficult to shut until the time has shown twelve o'clock at night. The woman was thinking about the fate of the Son, the man who always cared for her during her stay at Gaston's house. But from that night on they will never see each other again.