Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 78's

As expected, due to Kevin's punch yesterday, Alan's face was bruised the next morning. Although he said it did not hurt, but still, the bluish trail was quite disturbing his appearance.

We're facing each other. Alan sat on the edge of the bed, while I stood before him.

At first he obeyed all my orders. Remain quietly in place, like a statue. But it only happened for a moment. Ten minutes later, his hands started to move a little mischievously. Infiltrated into the shirt and touched my waist.

"Stop your hand!" I said while hitting him on the head with a comb. I didn't want to be rude to her, but her behavior always made me rise in blood. Take it easy, I didn't hit him hard. Alan also did not appear to be in pain. The proof is that he is even grinning the horse now.

"Your skin is very soft" he said. His hand again stroked my waist and pinched it twice. Squeeze squeaks, not painful. He stopped after I glared at him.

"Okay-okay, I'm quitting now" he said. He moved his hand from my waist to his lap.

"What are you doing? I'm a man, why are you dressing me up?" Alan protested when I applied concealer on the side of his bruised face.

"Just a little, won't make you beautiful." With a sponge, I flattened the beauty product around the eyes and corners of her mouth.

"Is that necessary?" His expression was obviously very objecting, but he did not refuse.

"of course. You have to give a welcome at the launch of a new product later in the day, it's impossible to appear in public with a battered face?"

"Why indeed? Men fighting is a natural thing, no need to cover up." That gibberish seemed to be completely unconcerned about his appearance. But I care.

All this time that others knew, Alan was a wise and level-headed figure. He is friendly to everyone and very patient. No wonder, when in the office he did behave like that. I almost never saw him angry.

He can still force a smile when facing an unpleasant business partner or subordinate who makes a big mistake. His anger will be explained by breaking cooperation and dismissal.

In the eyes of the women Alan is a perfect man. Rich, handsome, smart, and fun.

Well, for the three words above is indeed very suitable to describe the figure of Alan. Somehow his tall body was perfectly matched with his handsome face as well as his porcelain-like white skin, smooth and flawless. But it's not as fun as they imagine.

Other than me and Arman, no one knows how annoying that guy is with all his childish and impatient behavior. My head ached every time I remembered his coercive behavior and his shameless nature.

I widened the distance of view, looking at her face from a distance to see the results of her makeup. "You should pay attention to your image. It's not good if other people know you're fighting because of trivial problems."

Alan screeches. "Who cares about the image? I'm not an artist."

I nodded in agreement. "True, you're not an artist. You're Mr. Ars, president of Arkana Group," I said. "As a company leader you must maintain a good image that has been attached to you."

That way Alan said nothing more. He must be aware now, how important the image is. His face represents all his employees and his own company. It will be difficult for someone or a company if it has a bad image.

One example is me. Before joining Alan's company, I had time to apply to several other companies. However, all were rejected. The reason was the same, they were afraid that one day I would betray their company.

Still fresh in the memory of the words of the HRD who rejected me at that time. With a cynical look they said, "The biological brother who has a blood bond with you, you're betrayed, let alone just the company."

I don't understand, humans have hearts but why are they so heartless? We don't know each other and I don't owe him anything, but why are they so cruel to me?

If they hate me, they shouldn't bother to tell me to come. Is it so fun to play with others?

I quickly put those bad memories aside and refocused on Alan. I was quite surprised by my hand. The makeup fused with her snow-white skin color. Covering the bruises perfectly. Very subtle, like not wearing any makeup. Unless viewed from a very close distance. I just opened the lip moisturizer lid when Alan suddenly screamed.

"What the fuck! You intend to turn me into a sissy? Get rid of the lipstick" he said, distancing his face.

"It's not lipstick" I explained. I grabbed her chin and prepared to apply the lip balm to her lips. Yet, again, he was held back by it.

He pushed my hand away, as far away from his face as possible.

"You think I'm an idiot?" he said half screaming. His narrow eyes opened wide, glaring at me. "Although I don't know much about cosmetics, I do know that it's lipstick."

Alan looked at me with a look of disbelief. I then applied it to my own lips to show him that I wasn't lying. "Look... ain't red, is it?"

After seeing the results, he did not refuse anymore. "Your lips are dry, you should use them more often" I said, putting the lip balm on her lips, up and down.

"It's over, we can go now" I said as I turned around and put the thing back where it was.

As usual, before going to the office we stopped by his apartment first. Swap her prunes for a suit.

"Should we move some of your clothes home? It's a hassle" I said as we entered the apartment.

"I don't bother at all." Alan walked to his room. The door creaked as the man opened the closet to pick up his suit.

"You didn't bother, but I did" I said, dropping down on the sofa.

"I didn't tell you to bring things or walk on your way here, so what are you bothering?" he screamed from inside the room. She's changing clothes now, but the door's just left open. I almost saw his naked body if not immediately looked away.

"But I'm late to the office" I complained.

"I wonder at you, why do you always worry about things that are not important" he said as he looked out. His pants were fixed and his hands were busy buttoning his shirt.

I got up and walked up to him. "Bosses like you won't understand how much my heart hurts when I receive a salary. That little money still has to be cut because of late entry to work," I said, grabbing a tie that was stumped on the mattress, next to his black coat.

"What money am I giving you is lacking?" he asked while looking at me.

Well, Alan does often give me countless money. I don't know how much the balance of one of the accounts now adorns my shabby wallet. To be sure it keeps growing because every month Alan transfers money into it. Nominal is not certain. It's often double digits, but a few times up to three digits and it's never under 50 million.

That guy is very rich, right? No wonder so many women in the office are crazy about him. They were ready to throw his body at any time and would serve him with pleasure if Alan asked for it.

Unfortunately, Alan was not that kind of man. There were even rumors circulating that their boss might not be interested in women.

The rumor was finally debunked after Alan declared that I was the woman. The impact of crazy women who initially did not like me even more hated me. That's why I'm not friends with anyone in the office. Except with that geeky chick with those round eyes. Although not too close but sometimes we talk together at lunch.

Alan bowed slightly as I put a tie around his neck. That way I don't have to tiptoe. "Your money's still intact, I've never worn it."

Both of his hands landed on my waist, squeezing them for a moment. "Why? That's for you." He peeped my cheek twice.

"I don't need it yet" I said, tidying his collar.

"Then stop complaining about the rules of the company. You stay with the money if your salary is not enough" he said, caressing my head.

Yes, I do often complain about the rules of the company that often cut my salary because it came too late. I don't think that's fair because that makes me late boss of that company too, alias Alan.

After changing clothes, we rushed to the office. And as usual, I was late again. This time for over an hour. My salary could be exhausted if this keeps going and Alan is still the same, no matter what.

The new product launch event will start in less than ten minutes. Some media colleagues seemed to fill a quarter of the room with all the equipment they brought. The important people involved started to arrive and occupy their respective seats.

Alan was one of those important people. He sat in the middle, in the front row of seats. Flanked by two beautiful women who are brand ambassadors of the product that will soon launch it.

In my heart I wonder, is the seating arrangement really like that? As a duo shouldn't they be sitting next to each other?

I don't know why I was upset at the sight. People say the two women were very friendly, but I think they were more than friendly. They are too friendly so impressed caper and a bit flirtatious too.

The longer they look at their behavior makes them even more angry. I felt like I wanted to cut both of their eyes and tie both hands together to stop swaying in my lover's arm.