The Grand King and His Interpreter
Chapter 6 - Director's Pick-Up

The confession Natsume referred to, I never heard of. He just teased me and thought that we could be more familiar if we were joking with each other. Well, the answer makes sense to that, but I think Natsume really has a sin that he should have told me. Why can I be sure? Only through my feelings. It sounds weird, but I can feel it. Natsume's keeping a secret.

The shadow in the mirror made my mind no longer focus on Natsume's secrets. I mean, looking at myself in the mirror wearing a very expensive batik dress, a gift from the Director. I must stress again, DIRECTOR. Maybe for Steve to spend so much money on clothes, it's natural, and I'm not going to debate how he spends his money. I can't stop my brain from assuming ‘I'm lucky to get this weird contract with Steve and Natsume’.

(Mobile phone ringtone sound)

I went to my bed and grabbed my phone that had been lying there since last night. I saw Steve's name on the screen.

“Halo ?” Sapaku tried to sound as friendly as possible.

“I'm already under.” Speak the voice across without further ado first.

I lowered my phone for a moment to look at the clock in the corner of the screen.

06:30.

Steve arrived on time, but I wasn't even done with my makeup.

“Five more minutes, I'm down.” I said.

“Oke.” Steve replied briefly, then he disconnected our phone call.

I stared at my screen.

Steve kept his promise to pick me up this morning, right in front of my house. I don't know if I should be happy or not get this kind of treatment from my own Director. I mean, it feels a little weird and awkward. I also still have another problem, which is answering strange questions that office people might ask me.

Once again, I saw my reflection in the mirror. I went to the mirror. My face really is ‘polos’. Steve was waiting in front of the house, there was not enough time to get dressed. Getting him to pick me up here is bad enough, I won't let the Director wait for me too long.

I stuffed my make-up bag into my backpack, then pulled out the charger cord, put it in the bag, and rushed outside the room. When passing through the kitchen, I still had time to take the rest of my spring roll that had not been used up since two days ago. I don't have enough time to cook in the morning. Eating the leftovers I made, before, was my ninja path.

Five minutes exactly. I was standing next to Steve's car door.

“Hai.” Sapaku as if when the windshield is lowered.

“Come on.” Say it without returning my greetings first.

I nodded, then ran around the front of the car, then got into it.

“You've had breakfast?” Steve asked as he began to drive his car slowly.

I showed Steve the spring roll in my hand. Both of Steve's eyes remained focused on looking ahead, but I could catch a split second of his tail glancing towards my spring roll.

“Sempet ya you make spring roll first, before leaving.” Steve. I could hear a little bit of praise there.

Steve's response will change soon after this. I'm certain.

“This spring roll leftover yesterday.” I said chimed.

Steve hush.

"I mean, two days ago." I rectified my words.

One second, two seconds, no response from Steve. I looked back at him again. Steve didn't flinch. I took a deep breath and moved to open my mouth.

“Ihh! Why?” My toot.

“In the back seat there is a dining box, you take.” Pinta Steve while staying focused on the wheel. "I'll probably let you keep eating that if it's leftovers. I'll tolerate. But you said it was two days ago, that's right."

Without arguing, I followed Steve's words. My hands fumbled at the chair behind me for a few moments. I found a box big enough to be called a lunchbox for one person. It's like a box for a picnic.

I looked at the box again. There's three stacking there. Without warning, I opened the first set up. Two rolls of kimbab greeted me with his deathly temptation.

“That's why you can eat all.” Steve.

“You made your own?” My toot.

“Not. I asked ‘emak’ to make bekel.” Answer Steve. “Kalo underneath you open again, it's in the middle of the contents of avocado salad, under it again fruit.” Continue Steve.

Waw! Now I know where Steve's nice body shape came from. He seems to be taking good care of his food. I wonder if he also does the muscle building exercise that rich kids usually do. Beautify their body shape, by spending more time in the gym.

“I take kimbab-ya one, yes?”

“Eat aja.” Said Steve.

“You want me a bribe, too?” I asked, and I immediately regretted why I offered an unusual thing to do by two people who just knew each other. Cheryl doesn't know herself! I cursed myself.

“Bby.”

Degh's! Believe me, my heart really beats.

“Cher..”

I took down the paper wrapper lining the kimbab, then with trembling hands, I brought the kimbab closer to Steve's mouth. He instantly voraciously cuddled the kimbab with one big bite.

I glanced at Steve in confusion. Do I have to eat the same kimbab as steve, or take another kimbab. I actually don't mind eating the bite marks of other people I know. Sometimes Hendra also eats my bite marks. However, letting Steve, the Director, the boss, my paychecker, eat the rest of my bite, it felt so disrespectful.

“I ate the other one, huh?” I asked, asking for Steve's approval before taking the kimbab that was still in the box.

“You mind eating my bite marks, grab a new one is also okay.” Steve said after swallowing his entire meal in his mouth.

“Not that, you're the Director, I'm a regular staff.”

“Then?”

“If I eat this kimbab, there will be my bite marks. It doesn't feel polite.” I said slowly.

Steve chuckles. “Do you have a history of infectious diseases?” Steve asked suddenly after he finished laughing. "Hepatitis, for example?" Another imbibing.

I'm shaking.

“Good. Now you eat it, so your hands also do not bother to hold another.” Said Steve as his hands ruffled my hair slowly.

I had never worked anywhere else before, nor had I ever gotten acquainted, let alone close to a man who held such high status in his career. I don't want boundaries that I shouldn't cross, I just walk away with. Uh! I know one person. The man who left me because of our different levels of office. I'll tell her another time if I meet her.

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