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Eighty Three

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A heap of a lot just suddenly landed on my desk. Automatic my eyes for a second in that pile, and in the next second looked at someone who had just placed it with a slight stomp.

"Don't you think by knowing the big boss, the directors, and his son the big boss, then you will be privileged. There's no such thing here. Moreover, you are still a new employee in the company, then it is appropriate that you work harder."

"Yes, Mommy."

Ma'am Nunu looks even scarier today. But maybe his attitude was right, judging by what he just said. I don't know what his thoughts will be like about me, which I certainly won't blame him for. Indeed I myself look cheap with my familiarity with the boss, his son boss, and directors. I'm dizzy myself how to decide my next life.

I glanced back at Mbak Nunu who apparently had not moved from my cubicle. She eroded the distance with me, then asked slowly, "So, who are you really dating? The artist? The boss? Or another boss?"

Kenneth's? About Damar? or Reiki? That must be the point.

Because honestly I myself do not know who I am in a relationship with, then I just shook my head slowly to respond. Even then I bowed in shame. Yes, I am ashamed of this great scandal, when my status was still a new employee.

"Who are you, Zura? I'm curious. How can you– ah, never mind. Wrong talk, I might have a problem, again."

She insinuates.

"So you're Ken's girlfriend? Seriously? wow, lucky dong you. A lot of women are heartbroken. And your rumors have already spread to one company. So do not be surprised if after this you will find whispers near you."

Yeah, know. I've seen it a little.

The woman passed from before me with her cynical attitude. I was only able to sigh and immediately start one by one my work.

.

When the time came to go home, I walked alone out of the room until the exit on the first floor. I who did not communicate much with anyone today, now I feel that my colleagues have inhabited me. Even Abel seemed to be keeping a little distance from me, as we were crisscrossing the work all afternoon.

Let it be, just leave them with his thoughts. I just need to hang on to see how long I can decide whose life I'll be with.

My eyes caught the sight ahead. Kenneth leaning in his car is waiting for me. He looked at me, smiled sweetly at me, and all of that was witnessed by the many employees who were walking out of the company like me.

However, my focus is no longer on someone else who has a lot of thoughts in their head. The focus of my brain suddenly was how I could act like her boyfriend Kenneth, but at the same time I was kissing another man. Don't I look like a bad girl to Kenneth?

"Mara ..."

Kenneth is sweet, handsome, the idol of all the girls, and intends to have a serious relationship with me, but am I treating him unfairly instead?

whys?

Zura .. You are cruel.

"Ken, I'm home alone–"

"Ish, what the hell are you?" He immediately pulled my hand and held it tightly. Car door on the front passenger side.

"Where are we going? Where are you going? Or am I the one who decides?" he asked after getting behind the wheel.

"I want to go home."

"No way,"

"Ken, I'm gonna take a shower. I'm gonna change my clothes,"

"That's easy!"

I don't know what it means to be 'easy', one thing I definitely believe is that he's gonna take me home. But apparently, not going home as I wanted. Because after that he took me to a famous boutique and forced me to choose the clothes I wanted.

"Make what?"

"Yes to wear, Ra. Time to eat?"

"No way, Ken," I refused with a sledgehammer. "I still have a lot of clothes at home. All I need now is to go home."

"But I don't want to, Ra, I want to take a walk tonight."

"I'm tired, Ken,"

The man looked at me with plea. "Click, Ra .. You pick a dress and go back to my apartment to take a shower like you want. Even if you don't shower, I don't have any problems."

Yeah, I had to let her go, for her own good. There will be other girls who are better and more deserving than me to accompany Kenneth. And it really wasn't me.

"I want a romantic dinner with you, Ra. I'll go where you want to go. I promise."

Right, it's time to make a tough decision.

So without much longer, I immediately walked to choose clothes that looked simple, even though the price was nothing simple.

Inside the dressing room, I watched myself through the large mirror that was in front of me. I felt again the red marks that Reiki left that night without me noticing. Guilt now enveloped my heart as I let Kenneth stay close to me with his sincerity.

No. gabe. I feel too evil to continue in this position, without an absolute decision from myself to the two men.

Is this the right night?

But again the affection for Kenneth makes my heart always worried. It's too bad to let Kenneth go, but at the same time it's too unfair if I take it.

...***...

"Udah, Ken,"

"It's up to me dong. In part, I actually also have a lot of candid photos of you so far," he said with a sweet snort. The man sitting across from me was always aiming his camera at me.

"No, right."

"It's rare for you to be voluntarily in style in front of my camera."

"I don't like it."

"But I like it, Ra .. especially if you're really pretty."

"That means I'm not really pretty, right?!"

"Who said? You are so beautiful, Ra. Sweet with simple," said Kenneth sincerely with a sweet smile. "That's why I fell in love with you. Now then, you in a dress are the most beautiful masterpiece of God in my eyes."

I breathe out slowly. There is not the slightest sense of pride or wonder over all his words. What is, it becomes a burden that only gets heavier in my heart.

Now that I'm really confused, what should I do with you, Ken?

Your sincerity burdened me. Your kindness scares me to refuse let alone accept. Then what should I do?

"Ken ..."

"Hm?"

Don't be so good to me. Don't treat me so gently. I'm totally inappropriate, I've been mean, and I'm ashamed. If I could accept you, this shame would fill my heart.

"Eat dong, Ra. You are beautiful, but skinny. I don't want to be seen as not feeding you."

"Ken ..."

"What?"

"We ..."

"We why?" ask her with a seductive look. I'm sure that he suspected something happy.

I'm sorry, Ken.

"Ken ..."

"Yes, dear Rara. Why?"

I think my chest is pounding faster. My tongue is too sharp to speak. But this opportunity will not be repeated. Half of my courage was not I knew would come back again –amai I failed now– or not. So I really try to say what I want, what's on my mind right now.

"We hope yes ...."

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