Flavour Bias

Churned Filled with Anger

Arriving at Om Hasa's office, I went straight to the receptionist.

“Who to look for, Mbak?” ask the woman in maroon.

I leaned a little on the woman who had the short hair. “Om Hasa.”

“Oh, who is Mr Hasa?”

“No need to know, I just want to meet Om Hasa. Tell him that Marissa is here,”.

Instead of directly calling Om Hasa, he scrunched his forehead and looked at me for a long time. He may wonder why I whispered. Let it go, I'd rather it be this way.

“Om Hasa is there, ‘kan?”

“Iya. I'll call you in a minute.”

I nodded and waited for a few seconds while giving a glance. In my heart I could not stop praying, so that God would not meet me again with the arrogant man.

“Mbak.”

“Iya?”

“Mbak requested directly to his room Mr. Hasa.”

“Where?”

“On the fifth floor.”

“Terus?”

“Mbak search only. Anyway get out of the elevator, Mbak to the right.”

“Oh, okay.”

I immediately went and got into the elevator. At first I felt calm and like I was hiding inside the capsule. However, as the elevator stopped and the door opened my heart, the arrogant man stepped into the elevator.

I immediately bowed and slightly retreated. I hope he doesn't realize where I am. Several times I glanced at him with my tail, it seemed that there was nothing more interesting than the contents of his phone. Mercifully.

I saw today his face was not as big as yesterday. Hopefully after seeing me later he doesn't turn into a gorilla.

Cellphone's ringing. He answered the call in a flat tone and I don't think he was a friendly man.

The elevator stopped on the fifth floor. He stepped out while continuing to talk to someone behind the phone. I think he's just taking urgent calls, and that's about work. Let me guess, he might not have any friends at all. After all who wants to be friends with such a haughty man.

It was fortunate that he took the left side after exiting the elevator, so that I could go to the right and head straight for Om Hasa's room. I honestly felt uneasy about the people's gazes towards me, but I realized maybe they saw how that arrogant guy dragged me yesterday.

I knocked on the door of a room with Om Hasa's nameplate there.

“Come in,” I heard a voice instructing from within. I quickly pushed the glass door.

“Cha.” Om Hasa got up and left her chair. I slowly approached, then bowed my body and kissed the back of his hand. “Om sorry for yesterday's incident,” he said as he stroked the top of my head.

I wet my throat and then slowly back off.

“Sit, yuk, sit.” Om Hasa asked me to sit on the couch, not in the front seat of his desk.

“Yesterday Om no business.” says Om Hasa while sitting.

I just nodded.

“How to?” ask the strong-bodied man, even though I know his age is no longer young.

“What's the way?”

“Ngak kapok, ‘kan, still want to work here?”

“Udah kapok anyway, Om. The plan is to apply for work in another company aja.”

“Kok. You certain? Find hard work loh.”

“Om, who was yesterday anyway? Really song?”

“Iya-iya, Om check CCTV. I'm sorry that he treated you so harshly. Om already asked he said your cover letter is a mess.”

“Yes no mess how, people he threw into my face.”

“Not that. But–”

“Iya, I know, I did make it careless,” me.

“Iya, Om also apologize, you, ‘kan new, should Om tell you what kind of criteria the company wants.”

“Continue Om want to fake my data?”

“Why not?”

“Iya, ‘kan used to want Om to check, so you are safe. He knows he has business, so ask him. Om didn't tell you, if he will accept according to the company's criteria.”

“Indeed the criteria of what the company is like?”

“At least have experience in the same field at least one year.”

“Om, but, ‘kan Om know I just graduated.”

“Iya. You, ‘kan know that previously here there was no interior design service. So, Iyash does not want to take the risk of hiring people who do not have experience. As he meant.”

I let out a breath. “Oh, so, his name is Iyash. Sorry, Om, I can't work with people like him, I can find work elsewhere really, Om, really.”

“Ngak-no.” Om Hasa grabbed my hand. “However Om will still try you to be able to join this company.”

Suddenly the door opened and both of my eyes were instantly fixed on the semi-formal dressed man with shiny black hair.

“I guess there is only one female,” she said suddenly.

Heart's sniffing. Om Hasa immediately released her hand from me. Then he got up in a bit of panic. “You misunderstood.”

Slowly I got up too.

“Befit Papa insistent want to accept him here.”

Papa's? Jesus, so, her?

“This is Icha, Yash, which Papa often tells you. His son Om Restu with Aunt Rahma.”

“Who are they? I don't remember.” Again I heard his arrogant tone of speech.

“The owner of thirty percent shares in this company.”

“Papa don't lie. I know who the shareholders are in this company.”

“Yash, you call your Mama, ask the truth,” Om Hasa said.

“Mama's love, she asked me to accept the woman who had obviously been her own husband's infidelity.”

My chest was filled with anger. “Enough!” I was upset, at first I did not understand what the man was accusing of, but after the accusation just now everything seemed clear.

“You need to know, seven years ago papa died in your project. As her responsibility, Om Hasa raised me like her own son.”

The arrogant man fell silent. I think my words are quite silencing.

“Everything is right, Yash. Papa has told you often about Icha and her family.”

“I know, Pa. I'm just kidding,” said the man with his flat face. I think he just lost his way to bring me down so he pretended to withdraw all his words and accusations with one word, ‘bercanda’.

Om Hasa laughed awkwardly. I think he knew that his son couldn't joke, so he pretended to laugh to please the child.

“This you, Papa thought he had forgotten how to make people laugh,” said Om Hasa while embracing his son's shoulder.

For me this is not funny at all. His actions yesterday also cannot be called a joke because he has insulted me.

 The man looked at me. “So, since you're Om Restu's son, you can be so sure it will be accepted here?”

I wet my throat. “Defused not a problem, I can find another job. Companies like this are many. Even the bigger ones of this company are also much more.”

“Surely you will be accepted in a company larger than this. In this company alone you are rejected, especially in large companies,” he said.

 “But, Om Hasa promised.”

“What promise, Pa?”

Om Hasa smiled. “Promise on Om Restu, Yash. Promise to take care of his son and send him to school until graduation.”

“But, doesn't mean he has to work here, ‘kan?”

Heart's sniffing. Not in the slightest did I think that the arrogant man was Om Hasa's son.

“Papa hope you can cooperate with him.”

“I can't. Just return the shares and let him open a new business.”

“You think it's easy?” This time I saw Om Hasa upset. Naturally, who is not upset to see their own children acting arbitrary, arrogant and pretentious to organize.

“Papa hope you can help Icha. Papa promised Om Restu, Yash.”

“That's Papa's promise, not mine.” He breezed away and left Om Hasa's room.

My chest does not stop rumbling.