RANIAKU, MY CANDLE
Chapter 13

I walked into my work space with a very upset feeling. There can be a girl who dares to reject me continuously.

Plaque! Plaque! I slammed some of the thick books on my desk hard on the floor.

"Damn! That girl really makes me like a man with no self-esteem. How dare he make me beg him."

"Arg-" Just now I want to slam other things back to vent all my anger, but suddenly my phone rings in my pants pocket.

"Who else would dare to call me at a time like this? Don't know what I'm mad at?" I muttered as I reached into the phone that was in my pants pocket. After I checked, apparently William contacted me.

"What's up?!" my snapping.

"Pardon me, sir. Sa-me .. I just want to convey that information ...."

"That's what?! Say it! Or do you want me to fire?!" my threat. While angry like this, I do need a place to vent.

"N-no, Sir. I-I just want to say that Miss Rania's mother has just been in the hospital and has to undergo surgery soon" she replied quickly. Maybe he was afraid I would go back to scolding him.

For a moment I was silent, trying to digest what William had just said. After understanding, I was finally able to develop my smile. The news delivered by William is like a fresh breeze that can blow all my anger in just an instant.

If his mother is currently in the hospital and must immediately undergo surgery, that means, adding another burden that requires a large fee. If it's like this, the girl has no other choice, inevitably, he had to give himself up to me so that he could immediately get some money to pay off all the debts and medical expenses of his mother in the hospital.

"Roy, come to my office right now" I said.

Now I'm sitting behind my desk. I started the computer to peek at what the girl was doing while I was living alone inside.

"Ck, why won't he stop crying too? Do I look so disgusting in his eyes that to serve me for such a high fee he would not," I murmured. I don't think about this girl's way of thinking. While the girls out there adore and crave me, she is quite the opposite.

When I stayed, he didn't even get out of bed in the slightest. Apparently my threat was not so influential to make him immediately move into the bathroom to clean himself and prepare himself to serve me later. A really stubborn girl. Does he not know how his mother is now? If he had known, it would have been impossible for him to let his mother suffer from the disease that was eating away at her body at this time.

Tok tok!

Suddenly the sound of the door being knocked from outside. I'm sure it must be Roy coming.

"Lake in!" my yelling.

After Roy came in and faced my desk, he asked, "What did you call me?"

"Roy, I want you to do something for me."

B e r s a m b u n g ...