Home For My Soul

77|Good People

“Please, Amarylis. Please start working. I'll give you the data you need later,” Mas Norman said seriously. “And you, teach him well. Don't fuck around.”

“I won't mess around, sir,” said the woman as she glanced to the upper right corner of the room. “The camera is everywhere, you must know that I am against orders.”

“Good, then. Go awayl. I still have a lot of work.” He looked back at his computer screen and ignored us.

The woman took me out, then showed me an empty table. I looked at him surprised. I interned by being his assistant? He just laughed a little and gave a task for my first day. He seems kind, because he was very patient in leading me to do my duty.

Our boss took me to lunch in his room and gave me a free disc. The data I need is in it. I am so grateful to him for helping me continue my research.

That data I won't use entirely, just research-related stuff. The name of the company will also not be attached, because I only compare the old data with the new. If my relationship with Aunt Ruth was good, Om Azarya would be helpful.

“Who is Amaryllis!?” a man came into our room.

“Ah, good morning, sir,” said Mas Norman's secretary who immediately stood up and lowered his body slightly. I did the same thing.

“Are you the one?” ask the middle-aged man to me.

“Ah, yes, Sir. I am Amaryllis,” I politely.

He looked at me carefully from head to toe, then back to my face. “You look familiar. Have we met?” He frowned, trying to remember.

“Ng, I don't know, Sir,” I said confused. Remembering that one important event, I also knew the answer. “Ah, I once played violin for your wedding anniversary event with Mom.”

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” He snapped his finger. “I often see you also appear on some other shows. You ... you're skinny. Are you sick so you never perform again?”

For the next few moments, it seemed like I had to be patient answering a similar question regarding my drastically changed weight. The last time I appeared in public, my weight was not this ideal. Naturally many who know me pangling see my change.

“I'm healthy, Sir. I play the violin for food. After I got the scholarship, I was able to concentrate. Therefore, I do not work anymore, Sir,” I replied politely.

“So.” He nodded his head. “Good. If you need that data, I won't ban it. But, you must keep the name of this company as you promise.”

“Thank you very much, Sir,” I am happy. “I promise, I will not attach anyone's name in my research later.”

“Ya, already. I came to scold you, but my wife likes you. So, I allow you to use our data.” He smiled, then looked at me and the woman by my side in turn. “Good. Please continue your work.”

The man came with a dead red face, then left with a cheerful face. A very contrasting view. Me and Mas Norman's secretary exchanged glances before returning to our seats.

Five days working at that company, I really couldn't get out of the house on Saturday. There are a lot of clothes that I have to wash, clean the room, plus iron clothes that are dry, then I can rest.

So, when Matt came to pick me up on Sunday, I refused. But he always knew how to persuade me to go with him. The city traffic is very heavy because everyone also wants to enjoy the weekend at the entertainment venue. Fortunately, he was on a motorcycle so we weren't stuck in traffic.

It's been a long time since I've seen a movie, so I don't know the latest movie. I let him choose the movie. We had lunch at his favorite restaurant. A walk like this is very I like, because it is not exhausting.

“Kakak to anywhere? Very busy on vacation like this,” asked, starting our conversation.

“You are so weird. Did you forget I was an intern?” I shook my head slowly.

“Just make him relax. He also has his own busyness.”

“There's a new.” He put his phone in front of me.

Since the screen was already in line with my position, then I could see the things on the phone clearly. Social media accounts by Theo. What caught her attention was her profile picture. He used a picture of us both. Our lovely photos at the restaurant.

“Tap the photo, so Brother can read people's comments,” Matt's advice.

I followed him and was surprised to read the top comments. You immoral men! Whahuh? Who is this woman who calls Theo immoral? Me and him taking polite pictures, doing nothing that violates the norms of decency, why would he type such a harsh sentence?

Other comments are no less brazen. Their names are foreign to me, so I don't know who they are. When viewed from the photo, there are people our age, there are also those who are our parents. Profile photos are publicly organized, so even those who are not friends can see and respond. But that doesn't mean they can call Theo.

“Eh, no, don't.” Matt took his phone back from me. “Kakak cannot reply to their comments. This is my account.”

“I'm not friends with Theo on medsos. Here, let me teach them a lesson.” I'm trying to get that gadget back out of his hands.

“Photo profile, ‘kan, can be commented by anyone. Brother use own account, dong.” He hugged his cell phone tightly.

“I don't want them to know who I am, then comment maliciously on my account.” I crossed both hands in front of my chest. “Basic people don't know themselves. Who are they to dare to call Theo that sadistic?”

“Gue shows you these photos and comments not so that Brother replies, but to make Brother calmer.” He smiled meaningfully. “Theo changed her profile picture and showed off who the real wife-to-be was. He doesn't care about people's comments and stays with that photo.”

“He doesn't need to challenge such a person. Are not enough all the photos that people have posted on their social media? Long time I can't go anywhere without hiding my face.” I looked around and realized there were people watching me.

“Theo just wants to dismiss their malicious accusations. Brother is his future wife, not an affair. If you become famous, consider it a bonus.” Matt blinked one eye.

“Again,” he added, “Chika increasingly aggressively showing off their friendly photos. Theo must not lose and must repay. This is a devastating attack.”

I was never interested in seeing a photo of Chika, but hearing Matt's story, I was tempted. After cleaning up and getting ready for a break, I opened my social media account and searched for her name. You show-off guy. He publicly arranged all of his photos with Theo, so anyone could see them even if they weren't friends with him.

He was diligent in making posts on weekends and certain days where he had dinner with Theo family. My heart was relieved to see that only the woman was smiling happily, while Theo was just pouting or looking away.

Perhaps this so-called person with you could have his body, but not with his heart. Chika is indeed often on Theo's side, unfortunately, the young man is not interested in her. He replied to her through her profile picture. Anyone knows who has his heart.

Theo seemed to know I was seriously questioning our relationship. He threw away all my doubts in one fell swoop, changing his profile picture to one of us. Whatever posts Chika posts, no matter how close they pose, I am not affected anymore. I believe my boyfriend's heart is only for me.

I started the new week working in Mas Norman's office. Already accustomed to the rhythm of my work, his secretary no longer needed to teach me. He simply put my task on the table and I'll finish it.

“Amarilis, Mr. Norman is waiting in front of the lobby. You are asked to come down now,” said the woman when lunchtime arrived.

I closed the stuff I brought. “What's up?” many confused.

“I don't know. His orders are just that. You better hurry. You know for yourself he does not like to wait,” urged the woman, reminded.