Nisa For Abi
I threw it away, because I didn't like it.
"Sir Abi!" his screeches. Abi turned his head, and looked at Nisa with a cold gaze as usual.
"Yes, what's wrong?" ask Abi.
Nisa moved her legs, the faster she eroded the distance between her and her Boss. Getting closer, with a sharp gaze until his brows furrowed.
"You, why?" ask Abi, weird.
"I know, yes, if the Father is handsome, well-established and rich. But, you can't seem like dong." nagged Nisa.
"I mean?" Abi narrowed his eyes. Nisa took the chocolate out of her hand. Put it right in front of Abi's eyes.
"You, scraping the garbage can?"
"Yes, that means you admit, if this chocolate you throw in the trash. Wh why? Cheap chocolate, no levels? You should be more able to appreciate the gift from others. Especially women, employees themselves. If you don't like it, throw it out of the office trash. If Febi saw, how? It's a pain, sir. Poor thing."
Nisa raved nonstop, and Abi only heard it with her gaze and flat face. Not replying, not evading and not trying to stop it. Just keep quiet, and keep watching Nisa talk at length, until the moment she stops herself.
"Sir, appreciate dong, women's feelings. What you think is cheap, who knows they can be difficult. Nabung, spend the money. Not like Father, want anything just point, whatever the price. Do you think the rich always demean the poor?" Nisa ended her conversation with a question.
" Have?" look at Abi to him. The instantaneous gaze made Nisa silent a thousand languages, and only replied with a nod.
"I don't like chocolate. I don't like gifts. I, too, do not like to be given attention. If you say I don't appreciate it, I've done enough to honor it by accepting it all. And this shit, he wouldn't know if you hadn't told him. And...."
"What?" lirih Nisa, started to get nervous as Abi approached her. So close that both their noses stuck together.
"Don't be too busy taking care of other people. He, will not necessarily care about you." whispered Abi.
"Yes, if you don't like it, refuse. Don't give false hope, and..."
Nisa's speech was interrupted, as Abi closed the index finger on the girl's lips. Her phone rang, and Mama Sofi called. Abi lifted her up immediately, a greeting that was so soft and warm.
"What's up, Ma?" ask Abi.
"Go home now."
"Ma, what's wrong? I suddenly told Abi..."
"Go home now!" Mama Sofi shrieked from there, making Abi instantly keep Hp away from her ears.
"Hiks, Husband is afraid of wife," Nisa sneered inwardly.
"Y-yes, Ma. Abi's coming home right now." she replied nervously.
Abi immediately pocketed his cellphone back, and he unconsciously dragged Nisa to come with him to the car. Nisa glared at once, not having time to speak at all because of following Abi's fast steps. He made her run with almost finished breath.
"Get in." said Abi, pushing Nisa into his car. He got into the car and started driving.
"Sir?"
"Hmm?"
"Why, am I being taken?"
"I just need a friend. Stay seated, and stay there." asked Abi.
He seemed so focused on driving, staring intently at his gaze ahead. So fast, that Nisa held her seatbelt so tightly, while chanting a prayer for her own sorrow.
"Lord, I'm not ready to die. I still want to get married. At least, it's the happy thing in my life" he said in his heart.