Chapter 2 Kacung Is Injured

Work done, finally I can go home.

I wiped the chair which had been occupied for nearly four hours, it was late at night. I looked at the clock on the wrist, faster than last overtime. At least, there is progress from people like me right.

I'm ready, Arkan out of the room. Our eyes met until finally I chose to pretend to tidy up the contents of the bag. Arkan walked over to the cubicle, seemingly going to say thank you, the empty hope of a lackey.

"Thanks An, for helping me tonight."

Okay, to be a truth. I was digging my ears, it's true that the annoying boss is not issuing words of thanks.

I nodded. " You're welcome, sir, "feel bad because I was overreacting.

"Just go home together, are we in the same direction?"

"No sir," I shook my head quickly. " Just go back alone, there are things to do this evening too. " Deliberately avoiding, I at least like to bother other people except Bagas.

"What business tonight?" Arkan confirms the number of hours in his hand.

"You don't have to know the privacy of other people," I turned off the room lights, only one left before we left.

Arkan sighed, staring flat at me. " You must be sick?"

"Are you paying attention?" I chuckled, stepped outside and accompanied by Arkan. " I think most of them are invited to work overtime, they catch a cold. "

Arkan manggut - manggut. " Getting cold doesn't make you pregnant, right? "

I almost threw the half filled drink bottle towards Arkan's face.

"If you catch a cold, take medicine, it's useless for the company to give you health insurance." Arkan continued finishing the speech that had been delayed.

I'm lazy to answer, choose silence and widen my steps. " You just go back alone, I usually take a taxi. "

"The danger of women night take a taxi, An." Arkan hold my arm, "I'm lining back."

I laughed, slowly let go of Arkan's hand. " This is a city, sir, even if you get drunk you can safely return home. "

"That's them, not you." The answer was expressionless.

Okay, I just cleared my throat. Lazy to argue too after tired of facing the brain-racking work, I got into the car as Arkan wanted.

Fragrant, neat and clean.

"Yes, I am the type of perfectionist." He said he understood what I was thinking after sitting next to Arkan.

What a fool, I didn't respond to any of those words and chose to close my eyes. Until Arkan's hands were wrapped around his waist, I was shocked to death.

"Put on the seatbelt." He said, even though our faces were barely apart. I held my breath, don't let Arkan's behavior make me like a fool who never gets attention.

Remember An, you've only been single for a day!

Arkan son: Andini

My eyes almost fell off reading incoming messages from Arkan, bedtime activities rereading messages with Bagas before he blocked all of my social media. Immediately I opened the message from Arkan, possessed by a demon or sent a message like that.

Andini: Yes, what's wrong sir?

Arkan Putra: Saturday night is free tomorrow right?

Andini: Obviously not, I'm still thinking about how to get back to my ex. It's really busy, sorry sir, I can't keep going overtime.

Arkan Putra: Have dinner together outside?

Andini: Did you invite me to date?

Arkan Putra: Normal dinner, no dates. Don't overdo it, An.

I choked, could the jungle man think I was overworked. But the opportunity to eat for free will not be repeated twice, the rare occurrence of Arkan giving only things to his lackeys, it's not good to refuse sustenance. Right?

Andini: You can, just arrange the place, sir, handsome Boss. Send the location when it's right, good night.

I ended the conversation on the line, Arkan already read and didn't seem to intend to reply either. Yes, let it be, I chose to close my eyes, it felt like my whole body was crushed, like the state of the heart tonight.

BIGBOSS

Arkan: I am not handsome anymore, I have already sold it. It's different with you, that's enough for my explanation.

I giggled incessantly, reading over and over again Arkan's reply last night. But wait, there's something strange about Arkan's message. Never sold, what the hell is he. Status is married or currently in marriage.

Maybe Arkan widower, how many children are you?

"How about it, mom will definitely refuse, for example, I offer people as a potential husband." I pulled myself from the leaning position. Pouted lips while considering. " Mom, at least let me approach a widower, she said that she doesn't have the guarantee of a married life. "

It's weird, but that's what mother always said. Even though I spent Eight years accompanying Bagas, I was without words being bored. Mother always gives the same advice over and over again, it's weird. Maybe Mom realized that Bagas and I weren't going to ride the aisle, I'm still guessing why that damn guy is bored for no reason. If Bagas is having an affair with his co-worker at the office, that's it. I started crying thinking about strange things again. I wasn't ready if it was true that Bagas would marry a woman other than me, leaving me alone with millions of memories.

"An, you know what." Ms. Talita realized my reverie, I hurriedly wiped away the tears. " That's right, instead we cried. "

I chuckled, trying to be fine. " What's up, miss? "

"Arkan, have a new doi." Ms. Tasya showed a photo she got from a friend from different divisions.

At first I tried not to care, it's up to anyone, new Arkan as long as I'm not the person, never mind, more than enough. However, my chest suddenly jolted when I saw that the fingers that Arkan was holding in the photo were my own, a ring that became clear evidence. The good luck of the ring given by Bagas is no longer worn, it could be destroyed if it is caught.

"Crazy, this is very lucky, Arkan." MsTasya is still praising. " You, don't worry that the boss isn't selling, it will be sold out earlier than you. "

Yes, last night I fell asleep when Arkan drove me home. Conscious - realizing that he was already in the boarding house and Arkan woke him up many times.

"What are you doing?" Mr Ardi joined in.

"Arkan? the caption is little girl with a pretty girl finger pose like this. Do you know what? " Ms. Talita changed the direction of the cellphone to Ardi and I was beating wildly.

"Eh, I seem to know this ring." Mr Ardi is trying to remember and I'm getting pale. " Where do you see? " I secretly opened Instagram, deleted the photo of the ring that I had used as a feed with the hyperbole caption given by Bagas, Mr Ardi likes to open Instagram.

"Try to remember, Arkan college friends maybe?"

"No, around the office here really." Mr Ardi said.

I chose silence, pretended not to be cool in their conversation even though my whole body was already sweating, imagining that it's still morning, it's already dry, even though it's not a marathon.

"Looks like yours, right An?" Suddenly Ardi's memory was normal, damn it.

"No, no." I shook my head, showing the two empty fingers. " Since when did I make a ring. "

Mas Ardi still doesn't believe it, stares sharply like he is judging and I'm trying to minimize the situation. " Why don't you ask Arkan directly, I'm just a victim of overtime. Geez." I pretended to be annoyed, what do you want Arkan to put up a photo of my hands, looking for attention?

"Talita, come with me in a meeting, OK?" Suddenly invite Arkan to the woman beside me, "bring along the report that Andini worked on last night."

Ms Talita hurriedly put away her cellphone, grabbed her bag and followed Arkan.

"Bye - bye all." He waved his hand, Mr Ardi and I chuckled triumphantly.

Congratulations Ms. Talita, dizzy alone there. I see, the result is too many points to Arkan, that's why I became a victim. As for me? I never care about Arkan Putra, it's still a victim.

Indeed the person who sucks, the boss is the same lackeys just like the two of us. Mr Ardi plays the safe zone, his IQ is really high, not balanced with chopped beans.

"You're still not curious An, who does Arkan mean by that little girl?"

I shrugged, answering Bagas's question. " I'm curious about someone like Arkan, bro? " He chuckled for a long time. " I'm lacking in hurt. "