Not Glass Cans

21. You're Sorry ?

With my heart frozen, I let Anthony hold my hand. Still I sing a happy birthday song with a happy impression for Anthony and the audience. I glanced at Irgi who then blinked one eye at me. He remains in my heartbroken!

Continue to follow the inscription of Irgi guitar with the maximum melodious sound of my mainstay. Compact music accompaniment from friends, the more enliven this birthday song becomes more immersive.

Sing full of smiles with fingers in Anthony's hands. Occasionally felt the torment of the soul as my hands were squeezed strong by him silently. I let it go, because it's halfway through. Thirty million in a minute, I comfort myself that this is classier than singing in the streets!

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I've retreated backstage with Irgi and friends. We gathered around facing a table full of food. Irgi had asked one of the employees, to be given enough service for the six of us.

"Unexpectedly, your arrival that night brought blessings, Elsi..." Galih, the original Malay son from the island of Buluh, a suburb of Batam, had seen me singing with Irgi on the deck of the ship.

"Not expecting either, dare to approach you, bringing me lucky rizqi." I looked at them alternately, especially Irgi.

"Elsi, write your hpmu number !" Irgi thrust his phone at me, following Galih's cell phone. Followed by David's cell phone, Dedik and Arga, the names of my new friends, queuing up at my front desk.

"I don't have a cell phone, just send me a message. Mine's in the room!" I explained, before they asked for my phone. All five phones I have filled in with my cell phone number. May this friendship bring good to us especially to me.

"El..!!" A very familiar voice. Garrick fiercely had been standing gallantly backstage looking at me.

"Boss...!" I reply to his call. My time to return to the grasp of the master's hand has come. Ha.ha.ha.ha.those thirty million hand grips from Anthony are indeed I was thinking of!

"Irgi, after this event, come to my room on the upper deck! Let's count your income!" Garrick pointed at me with his chin after he spoke to Irgi.

Garrick has brought me back to his desk position. The table was not only Dora there, but had been filled with several employees of the board, Garrick's meeting partner at dawn. Degh ! Anthony Lung was also sitting together, turning his back on me. I have memorized the visuals, even his back!

"Sit, El!" Garrick was commanding me as he slowly pushed the seat next to Anthony Lung, with one leg. Heemm.

Anthony looked at me who was sitting next to him. The oriental-faced handsome man smiled broadly as soon as he saw me. I reply with my faint smile and slightly nod at him. The show on that stage has ended, I will be myself as a dignified lackey other than in front of my master.

"Speak to Lung!" Garrick's voice broke the stiff in my heart.

My garage boss has been sitting across the front, in his chair back with Dora. Dora's face that was set as graceful as possible was glancing so cynically at me. I dimmed my eyes at him, a sign I didn't like the way I looked at him.

"Open.." Anthony Lung called me. I observed the pretty shady face with a smile on his white face.

"Yes, what?" I still call him a mas, like I first knew him. Anthony seemed to twist his back and completely face me.

"From the stage, I thought you were my lover, how?" No more smiles on those red lips. Only a serious impression was felt from his words. Ngeek.ngeekk.rasa bengek seemed to attack in the chest.

"Sorry mas, the stage is just entertainment, down then the business is done. No demands to continue." I looked back at Anthony sternly without a blink. I hope he stops pushing me.

"No problem... You just work with me. I paid twice your wages. I talked to Garrick, he'll let you go!" I looked at Anthony with a million feelings in my heart. And so did Garrick, though he kept looking at me, there was no expression on his face. There really is no protection from the boss like him.

The directors looked at me astonished, there was the impression of not understanding my role here. Just as I felt, I seemed to lose my identity as a mercenary now.

Immediately I stood up to know myself, not worthy to sit for a long time, even though the owner of the show asked for it. I wish Garrick needed my strength, so I could pass.

"Lung, the show's almost over, I'm going to the cabin. The band boy is waiting, the number of notes I'll send you after we've met!" Garrick stood up and regained his chair. In an indifferent and relaxed style, Garrick took off the black suit from his body.

"Bring my suit back, El!" Garrick threw his suit at me quickly. Spontaneously I caught it swiftly, I held the scented suit with my hands firmly fixed on my chest involuntarily. I saw Dora who looked red in the face glancing at me.

"You guys stay here, watch until the show's over!" Garrick told his fellow directors.

"I'm saying goodbye, Lung. Happy birthday again!" Garrick greeted Anthony Lung and turned to leave with Dora without turning to leave me. But Garrick's scented suit that I was holding close, convinced me to follow them behind.

"Mas, I'll let you go. Hope the show finishes well." I passed by without waiting for an answer or greeting Anthony who was staring at me. Rushing walked after Garrick who still clearly visible wide back. Of course, because there was Dora walking down the street beside him.

"Fine, get enough rest, take care of your health." They stopped at the intersection of the ship's passageway. Garrick was looking at Dora quite closely.

"Yes, I'll remember." Dora looked delighted with Garrick's gaze for her.

"I'm going to the top deck, watch out, take care of yourself."

Garrick orders a warm look at Dora. Dora smiled spoiledly and nodded. I follow their movements behind my indifference. Garrick's guess is to kiss Dora as a parting word, but it's just my prejudice. Garrick and Dora walk opposite each other without giving each other any memories.

Garrick again took the same elevator to the top deck. But this time Garrick came in behind me, after telling me to go inside first. There is no more reflection of Garrick's shadow that is enough to be entertainment. There was actually Garrick, right in line in front of me, and standing straight up on the elevator wall.

Because the salting feeling was close in front of him in the silence of the elevator, I chose to look down on the floor. I avoided looking at Garrick's sharp eyes, which had been staring at me ever since the elevator doors had fused.

"El..!!" Garrick called my name.

The head that I lowered looked at him. Those deep brown eyes looked at me more closely. Haish.. Garrang Garrick's face was too handsome. My soul is like being dragged in a powerful current of magic and charm.

"Aren't you feeling any loss in rejecting Anthony Lung's offer?! Now you're sorry?" Garrick who had seen kiyut in his ferocious, suddenly turned like a horned monster in my eyes in an instant.

"Sirkuuu! It will be a big loss and regret if I am tempted to fulfill his offer!" This time my voice came back as loud as ever.

"really?! Seventy million one time..You can do it at least ten times. Imagine how much you got!" Garrick said like he was mocking me.

"Mrankuuu.although for you I am a vagabond.or a street cat.but I would not sell kisses carelessly. Just imagine, if I took it, anything. The entire ship will appraise my worth when I meet me at any time. From the price of the cheek kiss.they will calculate how much the price on the lips.dating price.maybe also the price of sleep, or other prices. I can't bear that!"

I'm talking to Garrick my whole heart. Flames that blazed in the chest, making her trembling and disdainful disappeared from burning without rest. Garrick threw his face away from me. I hope there's a little bit of embarrassment she gets from all the enlightenment about my principles to her.

Isn't it on Dora that her attitude can be so sweet? What if it was with me, speaking so impolitely? Is it because I am just an undignified lackey in her eyes?! I pressed my heart by squeezing the black suit in my hand firmly, no matter what the owner of this suit was looking at what I was making of his.