Marrying a Mysterious Man
Eliminating the Burden of Mind
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“What?! So failed again?” sten asked so surprised to hear what Jackson had said to him. If the Boy man's man returned to Indonesia empty-handed, without carrying out a single plan.
“Iya, Akash and his wife have moved. I told him to come home because it was not possible, and today Akash with his wife will definitely return here,” said Jackson, with a sad-looking face.
“Stupid basis! Why did you let that guy go home huh?! Can't you take advantage of the situation? We can still have a chance Jackson!” Asten seemed increasingly emotional and disappointed.
“Argh, never mind, next time it's better for you to entrust your plans to others. You are, you always failed! Unreliable!” sten glanced back at Jackson, then went out of Jackson's room.
The look on Jackson's face seemed so frightening, his eyes staring intently at the door that his mother had just opened, his hands clenched tightly hanging in the air, his eyebrows intertwined, even with a face that already looked red held back anger. He growled in annoyance.
For some reason, but hearing the words from his mother, Jackson felt a tremendous pain in his heart. From a long time ago he was always the emotional outlet of his mother. If what his mother wants is not achieved, Jackson will be the target of his mother's anger.
“Ahhh... motherfucker!”
Prang ....
Jackson's hands swept away three vases of flowers on the drawer table. The flower vase immediately broke scattered on the floor with ornamental flowers that were scattered.
“Damn it! Why does my mom usually blame me argh!” Jackson ruffled his hair in frustration.
“Argh!”
Bugh, bugh, bugh!
Jackson was pounding the wall so hard that the back of his hand was bleeding red. His emotions are so out of control. Now all the things in front of him were scooped up and destroyed. Even the broken things that had been scattered, he kicked and broke as hard as he could.
“Arghhhhhh!!!” his screams were full of emotion as he growled, clenching both his hands, while looking up at the ceiling of the room.
“This is all because of Akash! Why is life always luckier than me Argh! Dad, his mom always supported him. As for me, never have I been supported like him by my parents!” Jackson relaxed his body on the side of the bed, bending his knees limply.
He really felt tired, for years he tried to make peace with the situation, but his toxic environment, especially the incitement of his mother who always pumped him, made his mental become not good.
Honestly, being in Jackson's position is not easy, it needs extra patience, in addition to the demand from his father, he is also required by his mother to be superior to Akash.
He could not stand it anymore, Jackson chose to go out of his room.
He entered his sports car, turned it on.
Vroommmm....
The car he was riding was traveling at top speed leaving the yard area of the house. He was really frustrated, in addition to not having friends to talk to or just chat, he felt his life was really empty, he said, no one can be used as a place for himself to complain even his mother even became an enhancer of the burden of his mind.
After splitting the street for about half an hour on this cold night, Jackson stopped his car in front of the Hotel Alexandria lobby. The hotel belonged to his father who had been transferred to Akash.
Jackson took out his family business card, gave it to the receptionist. And when the receptionist found out that it was Mr. Jackson on Atkinson's side, the receptionist called the room to prepare a special presidential suite for Mr. Jackson.
“Please, give me one polite gimmick, and also I want two bottles of vodka,” he said slowly, then a Belboy approached.
“Mari, Sir, I'll take you to the room,” said the Belboy with courtesy.
“Hm.” They rushed to the president's suite.
Jackson sits on a gold sofa that is available in the spacious European room.
His mind was wandering, thinking about so many things, including all the problems that were happening to him at this time.
His father's request that he can win the land grab, not to mention his mother who demands himself superior to Akash and able to master his father's property, and not to mention the problem of his work with his secretary who yesterday had problems. Really, he was really dizzy thinking about everything.
Today, he was eager to let go of the fatigue in his mind. The only way that he can get rid of the anxiety and worry that he is feeling right now, is by drinking.
Although actually Jackson is among the people who are anti-drinking, but if the situation is very complicated, he was forced to do it, he was forced to do it, because only in that way can he vent his whole heart and make himself a little forget about the problem.
Geck, tok, tok.
The door of the room was knocked from outside.
“Log in!” Shouted Jackson reigning.
A well-dressed girl, with a white shirt and a black vest, and a span skirt just above the knee, made the woman look absolutely gorgeous.
He did not wear glasses, just wearing a light brown contact lens that corresponds to the minus of his eyes. Her black hair, in a bun so neat as a flight attendant.
He entered the room, carrying a tray that contained two bottles of vodka, and a bowl of ice cubes and a small glass specifically for concocting vodka.
The woman was sitting near a round table under which was covered with a 5 cm soft carpet.
And the woman's guest was none other than Kalala, an officer who spent several weeks working at this Alexandria hotel.
“Hey, pour one glass for me,” Jackson said as he allowed him to sit, leaning on the shoulder of the sofa, with his legs raised on the table.
“Sorry if I'm not polite, but I want to sit like this,” said Jackson who in his consciousness still thinks a little about ethics.
“It's okay, Sir,” replied Kalala slowly.
Kalala also began to mix the vodka plus mint leaves, and also a little lemon water. Then present it to Jackson carefully.
“Please, Sir,” he said thrusting the glass politely.
Jackson picked up the small glass containing the cold vodka. He drank it in one gulp.
He closed his eyes, feeling the usual lauric sensation felt by his tongue and throat.
When the loyal Kalala sat on the carpet, she just nodded with a smile.
“What's your name?” jackson asked suddenly.
“My name, Kalala, Sir,” he replied slowly.
“Who?” asked Jackson who did not clearly hear it.
“Kalala,” answer again.
“Kalala?” repeated Jackson to make sure, Kalala nodded in agreement.
“Hm, Kalala huh? All right, I'll remember. You're one of the best stewards on my list,” Jackson said.
“Come, make me one more glass,” he said.
Until it is not felt, the clock has shown at 24:00 pm. It was early in the morning, but this special guest had yet to let him out of the room.
Kalala had repeatedly yawned holding back her sleepiness. While Jackson is still busy talking to himself, having lost consciousness about an hour ago.
“Master, am I allowed out?” ask Kalala.
“No, you can't come out! You must accompany me until morning,” Jackson said with a voice that sounded raucous.
“But, Sir, I'm kan—”
“I said no yes no! You want to get fired from your job, huh? Because it's not becus serving me?” jackson then suddenly laughed indistinctly.
“Yes Lord, when should I accompany this freak man? Tomorrow I still have to go to college, I want to go home, I'm tired,” lamented slowly, grimacing as if to cry.
“Hey Kalala, do you know what I hate the most in the world?” asked Jackson who had spoken out everywhere.
“How do I know, Sir, I am not a fortune teller!” kalala replied, because she was so upset with the drunk man in front of her.
“Ahahaha, your answer still makes sense. But the truth is, I hate my family, and I hate myself. And do you know why I hate my family and myself?” Again and again, Jackson asks things that are not important to Kalala.
“Yes where do I know, Sir. I am not a psychic that people can guess easily!” kalala answered more and more.
Jackson suddenly laughed loosely, at this moment he seemed to be happy. Somehow, but Jackson felt that Kalala was the type of woman who was fun to chat with.
“Hey Kalala, I'll raise your salary, because you're a very, very funny guy. I like to talk,” Jackson said more and more.
Kalala can only shake slowly, yawn back to resist sleepiness, until her eyes have runny so sleepy.
“Hemmm, it's up to you, sir. Drunk people are free to talk,” replied Kalala lazily.
“Kalala ...” Calling him raucous, Jackson approached and lowered his body beside Kalala. He approached and leaned his head on Kalala's small shoulder.
Makes Kalala so surprised, because the man had already dared to embrace his arm.
“Tu-Master, don't be like this, Sir. This has violated the rules,” said Kalala panicked. At first he was very sleepy, suddenly so fresh because of the panic he felt.
Jackson did not respond, the man still tightly held onto Kalala's arm. With his head increasingly heavy resting on Kalala's shoulder. While continuing to rummage quietly is unclear.
“Master,” call Kalala not feeling good.
“Master, wake up, Sir, don't fall asleep on my shoulder,” said Kalala trying to wake her up. Jackson still did not respond.
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