FOR MONEY
BEYOND A DOUBT
After the departure of my parents, I refused to be accompanied by a guardian. Since when have they had empathy for me. After my mom and dad are gone?
I used to live without a big family since my parents decided to move to the city center, after being appointed as vice chairman of the finance department at a company. I was 6 years old at the time.
Since then, none of my mother's family has cared about us. They seem foreign.
At that time papa could not help much when one of them wanted to work in the company where papa worked. They consider papa arrogant, and deliberately do not want to help him.
Papa can't do much. Papa doesn't want your family to hate him either. Papa always tries to do his best so that they can understand the position of papa. But they remain strangers.
Mama doesn't want to see papa always cornered in her family. Moving into this house was my mother's decision. Mama wants our family to live happily without being burdened.
Papa was born from a family that was born, and became an only child just like me. My mother died when I was 3 months old. His father decided to remarry after I turned 4 and moved to the city where his new wife came from.
Although they live in different cities, but they often visit us, and vice versa. Opa and Oma are very kind and dear to me.
It turns out that no one knows the age. Opa finally left us too for good because of the asthma he suffered a long time ago. I was already in High School.
Until now, only Oma I have. The man who did not lower his flesh and blood to me still often gave word. He's not young anymore, but he still remembers me. Think of me as his grandson.
***
This is my first day working without Secretary Clarisa. This room feels empty. I could hear the air coming out of the mouth of the AC.
The clock is 09:40
Tumben the old man hasn't been to the office at this hour. At 9 o'clock he was sitting in his room.
Stupid timing. Well I checked the email from Secretary Clarisa and learned about it.
“Ehemm..”
The sound shocked me to the point of surprise, making my thighs hit hard on the lower lip of the table as I stood up abruptly.
“Presdir.. Good morning.” I said while enduring the pain.
Why is this old man suddenly in front of my desk. Since when did he enter.
“To my room!” His order.
“Good.”
I followed him from behind.
Arrived in his room.
“Where is coffee for me?”
“Sorry President, I have not made it. I thought there was something you wanted to say right away. So I mean, I'll bring it after this.” I clearly.
“Already. Not necessary. I'll be out in a minute.”
“Good President. Again I'm sorry.” While holding half my body.
Mercifully.
“Tasks Secretary Clarisa has explained?”
“Have Persdir.”
“Please do not make mistakes. But don't work too hard for this. You know.. You won't be here long?.”
Yes, I know your Majesty. Without you remind also I have recorded it big in my brain.
“Iya President.. Fine.”
“That's it. Out!”
To make me so surprised, just to say this. For a long time people have been sleeping. No Secretary Clarisa's getting sicker. May Secretary Clarisa always be given the patience to have a partner like this person.
“Good Persdir.”
I immediately rushed out of the room.
“Yes god.. Protect me from the damned devil, like the man in there.”
I sat back in my chair. My thighs feel pulsating. I lifted my skirt a little to see it.
Geez.. Why is it so bruised? What was the impact just now was that hard, until it left a reddish-blue mark this big.
After seeing the bruises on my thighs, I felt the pain. Though it was okay, it hurt only when the incident just happened. Why does it look so bad.
Does this need to be medicated?
It seems unnecessary, but it is also improving. It hurt for at least a little while, it was the bruising that I felt took me a long time to go away.
The clock is 10:30 wib.
He said he was going out. Why are you still in there.
“Leave it. Fuck his affairs.”
Today there were a lot of calls coming in, and messages for Secretary Clarisa. I immediately sent the message via email and told him via chat.
It doesn't feel like we're in the break. But the old man did not come out of his room.
If I stay for lunch, afraid that the old man will suddenly look for me.
I'd better tell him first.
I knocked on the door of his room.
“Tuk Tuk”
No sound from inside. He usually responds immediately.
I knocked a second time.
“Tuk Tuk”
“Log in.” Sound from within.
I opened it right away. The man was leaning on his power chair. Slowly straighten his body while tidying his hair.
It seemed like this old man was sleeping, and woke up after I knocked on the door of his room.
“Sorry President disturbed. Already in lunch break. I have permission to rest. Previousdo you need anything?.”
“No.. It's there.. Out!”
“Good.”
I went out and closed the door again.
Didn't the old man sleep last night?. Until I have to sleep in the office.
Uhm.. It's his business. The important thing is I don't feel bothered today.
Today went beyond my expectations. Thank goodness, thank you for your cooperation today.
SERIATE...
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