Boss My Sister's boyfriend

Eps 15's

The evil one let me walk alone, but still watched me from his car. I know because the car is still there, it hasn't passed me. Maybe, if you take me to the house he's not good with papa and mama, because they know him.

Arriving home straight to the room, I lay down on the bed, then mom came up to me.

"Aren't you home, son? You why?" Ask mom worried.

"Just dizzy like it was leaving, Ma."

"Have you checked with the doctor?"

"You are, Ma."

"What did the doctor say?"

"A digestive tract infection only, Ma."

"Oh, yes, but be careful with food, and plenty of rest. Who's coming home?"

"Supporting guard." Reply origin.

"Yes, rest first, then the obanya drink huh? Mama make porridge for you."

I nodded, then fell asleep.

***

When I woke up, I expected to hear the talk of papa and mama, they seemed to be talking about me who until now did not have a future husband. I see, they certainly want to have a daughter-in-law and hold a grandchild. The thought is common to any parent when the child has grown up. Especially I'm a girl.

Sorry I'm Pa, Ma. I hope I can open my heart to someone soon. I wanted to have a life partner to lean on, share with him until the end of time, but for now the spatial arrangement of my heart is still in ruins.

I got out of my bed, my stomach was hungry, but my tongue still felt bitter in all the food.

My mom and dad were sitting in front of the TV next to my room when I came out of the room. They're seeing.

"Eat first, Val. Let there be energy and take the medicine to heal quickly. Mama made porridge for you." Mama said as she moved from her seat and headed to the dining room.

"Yes, Ma." I'm tailing mama.

One spoonful after another spoonful of porridge that my mama took I put it slowly in my mouth. Mama accompanied me, she always stroked my back when nausea was felt when swallowing the porridge.

"Mom, Mom." I felt unable to finish that bowl of porridge. Mama nodded.

"I'm sorry, Ma. It still feels nauseous."

"Ga nothing, eat a little more later, son. Now take the medicine."

I nodded then took the medicine, swallowed it with water.

In times of illness like this the presence of a mother means a lot. Mom loves her kids, and so does dad. I am so grateful to be in this family.

"Ma, Pa, Val wants a break in the room."

"Yes, Son. Get well soon, huh?" Said papa.

Returning to my favorite blue room, while resting down, enjoying the feeling of weakness and dizziness, I opened the device. There were several missed messages and calls. I opened one by one that message.

Smu Reno

[Sorry, Val. Disturb again. I want to meet you, I have something to say. May?]

Valeria

[Oh, yes Reno. But not anytime soon, huh? I have a lot of business.]

My reply was to lie to him actually I just got sick. I just don't want him to feel obligated to look at me. Then the second message

Lia

[Hi Val, what else? Must be work? How about Surya? Is there a progression of the story?]

Valeria

[There are, a lot of Lia, but tomorrow if I meet you, I'll tell you everything.]

The Evil One

[Is it better yet? Is it taking the medicine? If tomorrow is not okay, do not need to enter the office first yes Miss Hard Head.]

Whahuh? Miss Stubborn said she? Love the name for me! My growl.

Ah the last one is justin, I was lazy to respond as well. My mind glared, my eyes staring at the ceiling of the room, remembering the conversation papa and mama had earlier. Why can't I love someone? Why is it that opening my heart is so hard? I used to love Surya, seeing the curves of her face made me fall in love, but now I avoid my eyes on her. I reiterate that I hate him. I hope he doesn't do to my sister what he did to me first.

Suddenly, I felt my disrespect, but not willing by what, I myself did not understand. Looks like Surya is a good person. Ah, my mind went nowhere and I was intrigued to recall the first time I loved someone. That sense came when I had long had no love for a man other than my papa. Like watering when it's arid. A time I can't forget until anytime.

My lips were flattened, laughing at myself. Sillier. The past was ridiculous, it should have been easy for me to forget it, but now he came to recall my memories back then.

She came with her partner who was none other than my sister. He's gonna be my sister. The tightness again wrestled in my chest, my sobs came out without me being able to hold. I'm confused as to why I am. I let the taste keep flowing, I enjoy this taste, myself.

***

The next day, I went back to work. I'm used to crazy work when in Germany, in Jakarta I was like that, although close to home, but I can't be a bit relaxed.

I convinced papa that I was strong enough to drive myself. Papa let me go alone, but if I still don't feel well, he asked me to come home to the security guard again or call papa. I just nodded, relieving the old man. I'm sure I'll be fine.

Arriving at the office, all the employees greeted me. They questioned my situation. I told them I was healthy. They didn't have to worry about me, because the doctor checked me out, and gave me a medicine that made me feel good.

I entered my room, on the table was a bouquet of blue roses. I opened the greeting envelope, though,

*To: Valeria Fazza Anggraini

May I recover soon ❤

From : Surya*

What does the heart sign mean here? Lebays.

I put the bouquet back on the table, when did he send it, how did he know I left for work today?

I continued the work that was delayed yesterday. The reports piled up, busying me until noon.

Geck... Geck... Geck...

Door knocked. I let him in. It turns out Mas Afid, one of the office boys in this office.

"What's up, Mas Afid?" My toot.

"Sorry, Mom. I was the one who put the bouquet down, there was a florist who delivered. I haven't said it to Mom. When Mom came, I went straight into Mom's room and put the bouquet on the table. The florist told me so." Said polite.

"Oh, yes Mas. Thanks to ya."

Mas Afid asked himself to do his job again. He's the one I gave the job of cleaning my room before and after I work.

The next day, there was a bouquet of roses. This time it's red, still with the same sender.

I called her number during work hours, whether she was busy or whether she was doing anything, she had to pick up my phone.

Tuout...

"Hello," The voice of the man across there made me tremble. I'm pinching that taste.

"Hello, don't send flowers again. I'm cured." I said without caring what he was doing there.

"Yes." Yeah." Answer's short.

I immediately hung up the phone ending a conversation that I thought was pretty obvious.

My laughter read, there was a message from him

The Evil One

[Simply short phone call]

I ignored his message again. I switched to my job again.