Mr. Arrogant'S First Love

Sam

As far as the eye can see, I don't know who is sitting. Hate it, but when it's nearby feel comfortable. Love, but there are only tears at her side. Is this love or illusion?

After lunch, I was allowed to return to his room. But what Arkan said only made Kian doubtful as well as confused.

"Ck. Do you think you'll be accepted there?

What does. It was indeed his work room, Inner Kian. He left Arkan's room and returned to his room. But he was surprised when his things were no longer there, even his bag.

He approached Dina, his best friend. Hearing Dina's reply, Kian barely believed. If only the Head of Department had not called him and explained it, perhaps he really did not believe it.

"You've been transferred to be Mr. Arkan's personal secretary. Your stuff has also been moved there. So from today on you're not part of this department." That's the explanation he got. It's really unbelievable!.

He took a breath, slowly breathed it. Recollecting the remnants of his sanity. As usual he walked while stomping his feet to vent his frustration.

Who does he think he is? It is as if he were to move people's duties.

Kian felt like scolding her, but considering the facts. She's frustrated.

Ahh right, he's the owner of this company. Aargghhhhc.

Unable to curse the person who moved it, Kian only cursed inwardly. He did not know what nightmare would befall him again.

Before arriving at his new place, Kian had a chance to cross paths with Rendy. Seeing the look on Kian's annoyed face, Rendy did not dare to say much. He only greeted Kian, but the girl did not even pounce on him. Makes sad. Moreover, now that their room was different, he could not prank the girl anymore as usual. Rendy felt there was a hole in her that she could not cover, as Kian moved away from her. It hurts.

Kian saw that his things were neatly arranged in the room facing Arkan's room exactly. I don't know since when the stuff moved, Kian didn't know it at all. He was too busy taking care of his young master's needs. Until not realizing Arkan's man passed by in front of the room.

The room, which was just covered in glass walls, allowed Kian and Arkan to see each other. So what Kian did, Arkan could see. So too Kian. The room that is not too big and too small actually looks comfortable for Kian. But what made him uncomfortable, he felt that someone would continue to watch over him. Yes, although all this time they work always supervised through CCTV, but this time it feels different. The one overseeing Kian was the direct owner of this company. Even just breathing is afraid of being discovered.

Now Kian doesn't know what to do. His old job was replaced by someone else. And a private secretary job? It's bullshit! The young master must have just made him nothing more than a servant, he said annoyed.

Suddenly the phone rings. Raised it.

"Hurry here!" say someone.

Knowing who the voice belonged to, he immediately glanced into Arkan's room. The man was holding the phone and sending Kian into his room.

"Is there anything you need?" he approached Arkan.

"Take my suit in the laundry! I have a dinner," Arkan ordered. The man stared at the sheet of paper on the table without turning to Kian.

He told me to do the no-no. Doesn't laundry have a shuttle service? I thought he just wanted to prank me.

"Where, Mister?" tanya Kian flat.

"Sam knows the place. I told him to drive you." Just looked in the direction of Kian.

Kian unmoving. He had no idea who Arkan was referring to.

"Sam is my driver! He's waiting for you in the car! Remember, don't let the suit get dirty or damaged. Or I won't forgive you!" threaten Arkan's. He seemed to realize this girl in front of him was a little tulalit, his brain was digesting something for too long.

If the suit is so valuable why don't you take it yourself? It threatens people!

The driver's name was Sam.

He left Arkan's room. He picked up the bag in his room and rushed down. In front of the driver named Sam was waiting for him. Opening the door for Kian. Sincerely thank you.

"Sir, Mas, Om, what should I call you?" ask Kian nyeleneh while in the car.

For a moment the driver smiled behind the wheel to see how Kian was doing.

He's funny too!

"Call me Sam, Miss!" said friendly.

"Kian, just call me Kian!" reply is fast. He felt that their age was not too far apart, their social status also seemed to be the same. He wanted to think of the man as just like his other coworkers. No need to talk formally.

"Well, Miss Kian," said Sam again.

"No! I mean don't wear frills, miss. That's enough!" kian Protest.

"alright. It's up to you." Start giving up.

"From now on we're Sam's coworkers. So maybe in the future I'll need your help."

"I'm ready to help you whenever you need."

It's so stiff this guy! Use any formal language.

Kian did not expect the laundry place that Arkan had meant so far. Nearly two hours drive, due to traffic jams. Upon entering the place, he was amazed by all the facilities and services. Very classy when compared to laundry in general.

Simply mentioning the name of Mr. Arkan, they all immediately understood and moved quickly to take the clothes in question. Really professional!

Carry the suit carefully. He took care of her more than his life. Because if anything happens to that suit, it's over.

Sam opened the car door when he saw Kian approaching. Help him put down the suit carefully. He knew how important the suit was to his young master.

The car drove back to the office. Traffic is getting heavy. There's no way to break through. If this continues, Arkan may not be able to attend dinner with this suit. Increasingly rotating the brain, it seems that if using a motor will more easily break through congestion. It's at least easier to find a way of the rat. Without a second thought, Kian immediately ordered an ojek online. Determine the pick up point and destination. It's finished!. Now just wait for the motorcycle to come.

Almost 15 minutes of waiting, finally the online taxi came. Kian tells Sam that he will return to the office with an online motorcycle taxi only. No time the driver said anything, Kian had already rushed out.

Hope nothing happens to you, miss.

Sure enough, riding a motorcycle is easier to find other alternative roads. So they do not need to be stuck in traffic for too long.

"Brugg." Suddenly the motor they were driving crashed. A motor at high speed had just nudged them. Until the collision is inevitable.

"Ouch... The whimpering of pain. He was bounced not far from the scene. Kian's condition and the online object was fine, only a few minor injuries. The bike can still be driven, just a little scuffed. But Kian only realized, something he had to take care of with his life had just been thrown into the pool of water. Seeing that, Kian felt that his life would end, his body limp instantly, to stand up was difficult.

How is this, what should I tell him? He will definitely abuse me this time. Thank God that she just scolded me, if more than that?? I want to disappear just like that.

Finally, Kian helped some people who were in that place to stand. He walked back and forth to pick up the wet and dirty suit. He hugged the dirty coat and squeezed it.

Can I still live after he finds out about this?