
Finally the work time is over. This afternoon, my feelings were not good. I walked out of the elevator door, tiredness enveloping my body. I who have never worked before have not been used to heavy work like a secretary. Boss yun's busy schedule required me to follow him every minute wherever he went.
Starting from Ke Mall Pekan Baru, ciputra, SKA then to other companies to meet friends or clients from boss yun. After going back to the office, we have to meet again. Even opening a comic doesn't have time.
It's 6 in the afternoon but the sky isn't yet visible. I kept walking towards the bus stop. Want to take the ojek but dear money, it is better to take the bus first if it has been paid later just ride the ojek.
Suddenly I remembered Boss yun's orders. She wanted me to pretend to be her partner to come to her family's dinner. I really don't like dealing with other people. Because I used to experience a lot of pain.
When I just finished Elementary School, my father arrived to want me to come live with him, because he hopes all his children gather together into one house, but not because of that, he knows I'm a smart kid. He always got a champion at school.For his honor and self-esteem went up and he was famous so I was brought to his house. For school where his wife teaches.
The school belonged to my father's best friend. One day my father's best friend was very proud of me for making the school's name good. But not with his son.
She's Dian, dian and I used to be in a class. Because I came, he felt that his father was no longer proud of him. During Junior High he hated me. Doing everything possible to make all my classmates hate me. Even until the school teacher judged me badly.
Even worse, she is still Junior High already dating a younger classmate. The class sister thought I was close to her because my father and her father were friends. Already hated classmates, I was again hated by the underclassmen.
I used to have friends, even good friends. But he arrived away from me even all the complaints I told him, dismantled the whole school without remaining. He remembered everything I said, even my hatred for him.
Father was angry, I was beaten many times with a belt, I was proud of it felt insignificant again because of a mistake that even I never did. I was finally behind at my mother's house.
Already in the village, most of the neighbors even sneered at me, saying I have no manners, the child who dropped his father's good name. They also said I was too stupid to be dumped by my father. Also said I was a kid already nervous about calling someone's girlfriend. I believe my father's brother who lives in one village with his mother spread the news. But they don't know my true story. It hurts so much my feelings in the past, never did you guys understand what I had already done? . Though I still live in my father's house that even I myself rarely given pocket money. Only my mother is attentive. Always send money every month.
From there I don't want to be liked by people, I don't want to know people's names. For me the name of people is not so important if only for heartache let alone people with high social status, bad luck must befall. I become closed and do not like to go out, do not like to hang out, do not want to have any more friends.
When I was in 3rd grade Junior High I started reading comics, watching anime with brother Ari when he went on vacation home to mom. I also play games from mobile phones saving money to help mothers cite brondolan, palm seeds that fall from the tree.
Then when High School, I have changed completely into otaku, want someone else to do anything about me, I no longer care, even their children who are my classmates do not know anything. The stupid time that matters my life is comfortable. I prefer 2-dimensional men to 3-dimensional men. Even though it's just a picture but the impression is in my opinion more handsome.
Plus her paralyzed grandmother could not walk, every grandmother sleeps in the middle of the night and bedwetting the morning. Otaku gamers are always told to clean the former bedwetting. His fate was so bad. But yes she was finally taken by her mother when she entered High School. They live in the village. The name of the village is Singgit Km 7. While my village stopped by km8.
That's how I think the pain I have and the people I like have.
"why are you standing there?" I keep seeing boss Yun. He drove the car right in front of me. Strange, so crowded people at the bus stop can also yes he found me.
"Wait for the boss bus"
"Let's go up, we'll be late again because you've been going home for a long time"
"No boss, I'm on the bus"
"Good" ouch. Forgive me, very fierce, what all rich people like maksa gini yes. I guess not! This guy may be the weird one himself.
With a lot of people around me, who might think I'm stupid for refusing to invite a male who was riding a car, what brand is this car? Ahhh.. Honda jazz's. I walked down from the bus stop still in the eyes of many people and in front of me a motorbike was passing by, I opened the back door of the car. And...
"Front, you think I'm your driver?", it's very important. Kemaren asked for a chicken noodle maksa treat, now also maksa. Maybe it is a forced time yes.
With a forced step, I closed the rear car door and headed for the front car door. I open. haaah most people at the bus stop looked. I guess, in their hearts they say "lucky" heeeh, sure 70%.
Actually, I actually do not really like being close to people who can invite the attention of others to envy or jealousy towards me. I am yes, no pantes jealous.
I got on the front car seat. Boss yun started the car and drove off.....