I'm Not an Actor

Ensuring...

I listened to this meeting I followed. It looks interesting too. I listen to their every conversation.

Mas Angga has told me before to listen. If there is anything to say, I just whisper to Angga mas.

I can't think of anything yet. Because I have not been very familiar with the business affairs of Angga mas. I'm just an auditor's assistant. Who helps Mr. Tedi take care of the credit application files of prospective buyers.

My job here is only to record the important things conveyed by the Angga mas client.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the meeting was over. Continue with lunch.

I chose my own table. Because Mas Angga still talk to some of his clients.

"You just join there" said Mas Angga while pointing at a large table.

"Gak ah. I'm here" I said. I really want to be alone. It is also almost three hours dealing with clients.

"Well, is it all alone? I still have something to talk about" said Mas Angga.

"Yes, it's okay. Relax" I said again.

Mas Angga left me who had enjoyed my meal.

Very good now Angga. He has become a successful businessman.

From where I was sitting, I saw a beautiful woman who was at the meeting too, approaching the Angga mas.

From earlier during the meeting, I did notice that woman often stole a glance towards the Angga mas.

Maybe he's interested in Angga. Let it. He was just my boss. Not my husband or my girlfriend. Even though our relationship is more than just superiors and subordinates.

The woman sat next to the Angga. And he painstakingly took food for the Angga mas that was available at the big table.

Mas Angga also accepted it with a smile. I don't know what his smile means. Just a stale talk, or indeed like the service of the woman.

I ate and opened my phone. Why keep watching them.

After lunch, Mas Angga approached me who was still cool with my phone.

"Much exercise. Let's go home" take Angga.

I turned to him, and immediately packed up some of my stuff I put on the table.

The woman approached us. With his steps that fascinated men. Step tub model.

"Sir Angga, can I go home with you?" ask the woman. I forgot his name. In the meeting room, he introduced himself.

"Oh, Miss Sinta. This is my secretary. His name is Widhi" mas Angga introduced me as his secretary.

When did I change my profession? But it's nothing. There is no harm to me either.

I extended a hand. The Sinta ma'am welcomed my hand just by touching it a little.

This woman is arrogant. Is he afraid of gatels coming into contact with me?

I just smiled. Bodolah. I have nothing to do with him.

"How about Mr Angga? Pak Angga's office is in line with my office" he said again.

"Mm.sorry, Miss Sinta. I still have business again, so I do not go back to the office" said Mas Angga.

What business? Isn't today just a meeting? That was what Mas Angga said before leaving.

"Owh, is that it? Too bad. Yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Angga. I order a taxi online only" said Sinta. His face looks pouty. Not as happy as when eating.

"Yes, please ma'am" said mas Angga. Then he sat next to me.

"Are you sitting down? You came home?" tanyaku saw Mas Angga instead sit down and open his phone.

"Let him come out first. I'm lazy if he rides in my car" replied Mas Angga.

"Why lazy? Your car still fits if only one person" I asked.

This time, Angga used his sedan. The back seat is empty. Ms. Sinta if hitchhiking, can still fall asleep in the back. Thought.

From the meeting earlier, Mas Angga did not have time to open his phone.

I sit down again. I opened my own phone.

We just moved after the dining room was quiet.

"Let's go home" take Angga who has been standing. Hmm.nak really is the boss. It could be an order.

I just follow it. His name is also subordinate, must obey the superior.

Mas Angga drove his car in a different direction.

"Cock it here?" my many. Because as far as I know, the direction to the showroom is not here.

"I'm tired. Want to rest first in my apartment" said mas Angga.

Lha she's resting in her apartment, how do I keep? I was thinking, just get down here. Later I can take an angkot or an online motorcycle taxi to return to the office.

"I'm just down here, okay? I can go to the office alone" I said.

Mas Angga's hand even damaged my front hair.

"Just boy. You come to my apartment. Are you not tired?" ask the Angga.

I tidied my front hair through the rearview mirror. Nusil really, like Andi mas only whose hobby is haunting my hair.

"Yes tired. But it's still working hours" I said.

"Then if it's working hours, why?" ask Mas Angga while continuing to drive his car.

"Revert to work. My salary was cut, again" I said. Because as far as I know, for employees who are late or ditching will be cut their salary.

Mas Angga laughed. Ish, the boss, who dares to cut his salary?

"Who wants to cut your pay?" ask the Angga.

I'm silent. Right too. Kan mas Angga who memggajiku. And he himself asked me to stop by his apartment.

"Yes. I obey the boss" I said. Then I leaned my head pretty tired.

Angga mas car runs slowly because the road is quite jammed. I also did not feel asleep.

"Wid, wakeup. Arrived". Mas Angga wiggled my shoulders.

"M.mm...". I opened my eyes. Right, we've reached the parking lot of his apartment.

I still remember it, having been invited here, once.

"What is your own path carried?" ask the Angga.

I was washing my lips. Does he think I'm a kid who falls asleep in the car, gets carried to the room?

I opened the car door. Then down. And wait for Angga to lock his car.

"Let's go. Even bengong" said mas Angga. Then pull my hand to follow it.

Ish, who's dumb? I'll wait for him. I'm going first. On any floor, I forgot.

We took the elevator to the 11th floor. I just remembered that the apartment is on the 11th floor number 9.

"Let's go in. Want to sleep first. Or want.." mas Angga did not continue his sentence.

He closed the door to his apartment and locked it.

"You what?" my many. I put my bag and map on the guest table. And threw my body over the soft sofa.

My eyes are not ready to open. It feels like it just brushed, it's built.

"You want me to sleep" said Mas Angga while laughing and running towards his room.

I threw the book lying on the table towards Mas Angga. Just indiscriminate by the way.