Flavour Bias

Proud Man

I've been sitting in the lobby of Om Hasa's office for almost an hour now, the husband of Mama's friend. I'm one of three people who's going to do a job interview this morning. I'm the last person not called. Two people had previously come out with disappointed faces, maybe they were not accepted to work at the company. However, I was quite sure that I would be accepted because Om Hasa and Aunt Ira had promised to accept me to work there.

“Marissa Indrawan.”

Name called. I got up and went straight into a room. I can't describe what the room looks like because I'm just focusing on a guy sitting at a table.

My heart is fast-moving. I thought the person who was going to interview me was Om Hasa.

“Sit,” said the man without looking at me and instead busy staring at the phone screen, as if I wasn't important. Worth two people who previously looked disappointed, it turned out like this was his job interview.

“Why still stand?” He lifted his face and looked at me. “You?”

Heart's sniffing. I thought he'd forget me.

“You what are you here?” tanyanya haughty.

“Become employee aja already haughty,” snoring me while sitting. “Om Hasa where?” I looked into the eyes of the eagle. Don't think I'm afraid, even if his gaze looks intimidating, but I can't show that I'm afraid of him.

“I replaced him.”

“Hah?”

“If you don't like it, please go.”

My heart is back to scratch. Were it not for the formality Om Hasa had said earlier, I would not have wanted to sit in front of the light brown-blazing man. Just looking at his face had pissed me off, let alone hearing his words.

“Do not waste time, my work is still a lot,” he said without turning his head and even pretentious busy opening the file.

“Marissa Indrawan.” He said my name. “Hah?” Suddenly both of his eyebrows clutched together and his face turned sour. “You make cv like this?” He looks at me shitty.

“Means?” I quickly looked at the file he was holding.

I don't think there's anything wrong with the cover letter I made, even if it's a little careless because I don't think it's going to be a strict selection, again all because Om Hasa who said that without a cover letter I would still work there.

“Valuable experience, ever become the champion of singing talent show?” His forehead was back in chains, he even repeated the sentence twice, then looked at me. “You crazy?”

“Loh.” I sat back up straight. “Gila how? I won one singing talent show that aired on one of the national television. At that time, I was only eight years old. You're the only one who thinks I'm crazy about my achievements,” I said arrogantly.

Arrogant men must be bragged again, yes, ‘kan?

Suddenly he dropped my file and smacked it into the table. Honestly I was surprised, even I gasped.

“We are looking for interior designers, not anchovy class singers, you think this is a recording studio?” his tan was heartless. “You need to know, written in the job application letter is supposed to be work experience, not valuable experience!” He then got up. “Come out!” he pointed at the door.

I could only stare and feel the rumbling thump behind my chest.

As if not satisfied, he again cursed and insulted me loudly. “If you are a singing champion, why not become a singer, your lack of sales in the market?” scorn the bitter-mouthed man.

I didn't expect to get a humiliation like this. By staying there, I feel like a human being has no self-respect. However, for some reason my body was stuck in that cursed room. It was as if I was giving that bastard a chance to insult me again.

His eagle eyes kept staring at me sharply. “Creating a job application letter alone is not wise! How did you get to work in this company?” He threw a file in my face.

I gasped and again could only quietly let him tear up and skin my pride.

“I know you are not serious for this job, so, better you get out and never show your face in front of me!”

He's grieving. “This is how you apologize?”

It was like there was energy coming into my body this time, so that I could stand up straight and make a defense for myself.

“Try you remember well. I've apologized and I won't repeat it. If it is because your expensive suit is affected by coffee water spills, you just stay laundry, the purchase period of expensive suits can afford, but pay for laundry?” my lips.

“Sstttt!” He came closer and dragged my body against the wall. I admit there is a side in me that manages to be intimidated by his haughty attitude and the gaze of his eagle, especially when he grips my jaw with one hand. “The company does not need a human who has a bad attitude like you,” hiss.

“Do not feel the smartest.” I tried to release his grip. “You don't know who I am?” my screams don't take it. “My family is quite close to the owner of this company, so, don't bother Om Hasa to appoint you as a believer and you can as well as stomach insult me.”

“I don't care what your relationship is with the owner of this company.” He slammed my jaw rough. “Now it's better you go.” He grabbed me and pulled my hand out of the room.

In front of the door and in front of everyone he kicked me out rudely. I was like a despicable human being who already had no self-respect.

“This is how you interview new employees?” yell at him.

“Not any business. Whatever I want.”

My heart is full of anger. “I'll say your deeds are the same Om Hasa.”

“Say, I'm not afraid,” challenge the man.

“You will regret. In addition to the warning letter you will also be fired with disrespect, as you have done to me.”

The man's lips turned cynical. “Try it if you can. What power do you have here, hm?”

“Remember yes, above the sky there is still sky. So, you don't have to be arrogant.”

“Sissy!” the man shouted loudly. “Sissy, come to you!”

I'm flabbergasted. It turns out not only to me that he behaves arbitrarily, but also to other employees. Why does Om Hasa still retain employees like this?

“Iya, Sir?” the woman standing behind me.

“You open a new job opening, if you can submit special requirements.”

“Sorry, sir, actually all applicants are asked to fill in some questions and you can check, who is the best answer.”

“Nothing good,” replied the man firmly.

“So, now open job vacancies again, Sir?”

“Tersubscribe.” The man was about to close the door of his room, but his eyes stuck to me.

“Call security and take him out.”

“Hah?” My heart was poking and the rumbling in my chest was getting louder and firmer.

Sissy looked at me.

Cocky, annoyed and angry in the heart. Damnit damnit! Why do I have to see that guy again? Haven't I met her enough at Ashilla and Angkasa's wedding? Why did God have to test me again with this incident?