100 DAYS OF MARRIAGE

First day of work

The phone screen kept me sliding up and down looking at the job vacancy page, I've been living in this foreign city for over a month without doing anything meaningful, just lying down, eating, walking, shopping, and a little drink at night, and after some thought, it's impossible not if I'm just going to rely on the money Emil gave me over and over? I have to think about my future and have some savings. So I decided to find a job.

Actually it's easy for me to get a job if I'm willing to work at the O'clan company led by Emil in Paris, a company that moves in the fashion world. But I don't want to be his puppet that he can control, by working under his leadership it must make me cramped to always meet him and see himself playing crazy with the ja.lang he used to do.

Working elsewhere must have been more fun, minimizing the possibility of meeting that jerk and enjoying an independent free life, even though what I really thought was lonely, well, I was lonely, I was lonely, living in a land of people without having friends and anyone I know. It's like you're an alien being from an invisible other world.

The black coffee that began to lose its warmth was tangled for the last time before I stood up leaving the Cafe out door that I subscribed to.

I found a vacancy at one of the makeup companies as an accounting, and it matched my experience working at O'clan's company before as a finance staff. After a few proposes and rejections, I finally got one chance.

Again the language becomes the main obstacle, because my French pronunciation is bad even though I can understand what they are saying, and fortunately, this company does not demand perfection from my shortcomings, I was accepted after the interview in English.

Wait, isn't this a little weird? I just submitted a job application, was immediately interviewed and accepted. Incredible, is this luck?

"We are in dire need of employees to be able to occupy this position immediately, and we are happy to see your experience and performance, welcome to join," said one HRD woman who interviewed me while giving me a light test to operate Microsoft Power Point'.

"Thankyou," we shook hands with each other while developing a smile before I finally set foot out of his room.

I managed to get a job, no longer an unemployed man who lived at the mercy of the man who gave me a living because of the bond of a marriage, a contract.

'Huffftt,,, ' sighed violently.

***

Drinking is indeed a difficult habit to lose, let alone feel happy like now, I need a little drink to celebrate, well, although sad my escape is also on drinks. Because that's all that makes me feel calm.

I enjoyed a bottle of beer I had bought at the supermarket near the apartment, from where I stood I could see clearly the magnificent view of Paris which looked luxurious at night, and a very famous tower standing high in the distance there into a view that is not bored for me to enjoy.

Eiffel Tower, who does not know about one of the wonders of the world that is famous for its history and romantic story?. No, actually the Eiffel Tower is a symbol of the peak of success.

Ah,, there is a sense of wanting to visit there and meet photos, like lovers kissing under the Eiffel Tower to be proof of their love. That must be very romantic. Foolish, a month more I lived in this city and was reluctant to go there because I was just a lonely woman.

"Tok tok!"

Someone knocked on the door from the outside, who else if not Emil. I just called in without any intention of opening the door, and the door of the room immediately opened revealing the figure of the handsome bvlgary scented man that I once loved so much, well, well, maybe until now I still love him if I don't think about self-esteem. The self-esteem that he had trampled was so hearty.

Emil forcefully took my drink bottle in his hand, making me flinch and could only hold back the anger as he chugged away the remaining alcohol in there.

"Aaahh,,," he sighed and rubbed his slightly wet mouth.

I turned my eyes away not wanting to make my heart flutter uncharacteristically because this feeling was so excruciating.

"What else now?" I ask not to mince words. All this time he's only been seeing me if he needs anything. Like,,, wanting to grab my waist, for example, and the jaihtsu style I pulled out to kick the navel, enough to make it red and no longer dare to touch me.

"Nothing, I just want to come," I stared at the two hazel beads and then looked back at the scene in the distance.

"Drink? I'll deal." bargain Emil. Who doesn't know the way he thinks, he must have thought that I would give myself up when I'm drunk. Haaah,,, forget it, I don't want to get back stuck in his game.

"No, thanks. I want to go to bed fast because tomorrow I start work, so please get out of my room and let me rest in peace."

"Work?"

I nodded as I stepped into the room, leaving Emil who was looking at me in wonder from the balcony.

"You work? Where's where?" emil asked following my steps, closing the glass door and tidying up the white curtains before he stopped near me who was preparing to go to the bathroom to perform the ritual the night before going to bed.

"I don't want to say it, it's my personal business, get out, and don't forget the first point on our dossier." I step foot into the bathroom, leave it that I don't seem to like, let it be. After all this time I also never interfere in his personal affairs even though it makes me half-dead tormented.

"Didn't you love me anymore, Nami?"

"DEG."

My steps came to a halt right in front of the bathroom door, what difference would it make if I told the truth? He would only emphasize me using that love excuse to touch my body, while he himself did not have the slightest love in his heart for me. Hasn't it always been like that all this time? What's he doing to me? Only as naf.su's content.

"You know the answer!"

I quickly closed the door tightly, then locked it from the inside, suddenly my eyes wet because the clear circle came unstoppably with a heart that hurt because of love. More precisely, unrequited love.

***

Again I was bad luck, now I have to live independently without any mother screaming wake me up in the morning, and my one-month habit of waking up early at 9 makes it hard to get up at 6.

'Bugh!'

"Ohhh!"

Me and Emil who were both fresh out of the room collided because I who was nervous was afraid of being late the first day into work.

"Emil!" yells annoyed. The man had just woken up, scratched his head and yawned occasionally, his eyes still reluctant to open and what was he wearing? Just a short drawer without using a top.

Oh, my God, the checkered muscles of his stomach are my morning test, remind me that he is the man who has hurt me so deeply, do not let me be tempted by the beauty of his body and fall back into the same hole.

"Can you wear the right clothes when you get out of the room?" my eyes are very sinful because it is very difficult to take my eyes off the crotch, his large and long cobra poking behind the shorts. It must be that currently the beloved junior is in a state of awakening, aren't all men like that?

"Get aside," Emil shifted my body in a rough motion, awakening me to the folly of enjoying eye vitamins. I snorted in annoyance and recited the spell without sounding his ears. I endlessly recite it as prayer.

Emil stepped into the kitchen to fetch water and drink it, I saw in his room that was clearly visible because the door of his room he left open.

"Oh my God,, the tissues again, completely unchanged, you bastard father, are so desperate to throw away the children who might become sultans."

"Stop grumbling and leave quickly if you don't want to be late!" babble Emil who heard my babble saw the situation in his room.

Damn, why can I forget if this is my first day of work, I was back in a hurry to step out of the apartment to the office hoping not to make a mistake by arriving late on the first day. Or they'll kick me and I'll go back to being miserable unemployed.

***