Not the Riding Prince

Missed him

Since that night, Evan and I haven't talked much. There was a gap between us that somehow happened.

I thought that she might regret kissing me without permission. Or was he ashamed that he couldn't even control himself until something between us almost happened.

Then why am I silent? I was so embarrassed, I should have refused, but I enjoyed every touch of Evan. For the first time in my life I felt all that. And ... ah! I can't express it with words.

What does Evan think of me? these lips are still wet saying that I have self-esteem, in fact? I even let him touch some of this body. ****

Today, I'm leaving with the driver. The waiter said Evan went two weeks abroad to attend a seminar. I was disappointed that he didn't tell me at all, even with a message.

"It." The butler gave me a card. "It's an ATM and also a credit card. Sir said, it's for your needs for the past two weeks."

"He still cares but why not tell me he wants to go" I murmured. "Thank you, Bi."

"Together."

I'm out of the house. There was a driver there who was ready to take me wherever I went. But not to the office. It's always the same when I go with Evan. What would people think that a cleaning service like me, has a driver and a luxury car like this.

Would they call me a concubine? but, what difference does it make? I live under someone who is not a muhrim.

"Kinan, from today you will serve the President."

"What's? who told you, boss?"

"Yes, it's the president himself! your parents' time. Already! sana ride. He commands you to serve him."

"But, Boss."

You witch! I haven't finished talking yet.

With such a heavy step. I headed for the elevator, lowering my head as a sign that the burden I was carrying was so heavy.

"Why should he? can I work properly? I don't have any bones when I'm close to him. Ahhhh."

"Then find another job."

Don't jump! offal, please hold on tightly.

"President." I greeted with fear. While he just quietly flinching.

Oh gosh. Why is his face like a magnet? I'm having trouble moving now.

"I don't like to look at it for too long."

I glared and realized I had to take my eyes off immediately.

"Send me a coffee soon, with a little sugar and cream."

"Yes, President."

Elevator door opens. I was so nervous I walked out. However, at the same time, the President also walked out. Our bodies clashed in front of the elevator.

"Aww." We both complain.

"Pardon me, sorry, President."

He held onto his shoulder which was bumped by the elevator door. It just went by with a face that looked angry.

I try to be calm. Making tea after what he ordered. With a still very nervous feeling, I knocked on the door and entered to bring her a drink.

"Please, President. It's the tea."

He who was typing on the laptop turned his head. He stopped moving and stared at the cup on the table.

"Tea? didn't I order coffee with a little sugar and cream."

It's wrong again. Hadeuhhhhh.

"I'm sorry, let me replace it with the one I just did."

"No need!"

"It's okay, I'll very quickly make coffee as you like."

"It's okay, this is enough."

"No, President. I'll gan–."

The president wriggled with clear neck veins. He got up from his chair. He shook his hands that were hit by the splash of hot tea that was spilled.

"Sa-I'm sorry. Pardon me." I took some tissue to wipe the water in his suit.

Not solving the problem. The President's coat was dirty because the tissues were attached.

I saw the look on his face so upset at the mistake I made.

"Go." her voice was stuck. Maybe hold back the anger.

"I'm, sorry, President."

"Go! are you deaf? listen to me carefully. I don't know what you're thinking, but I hate that you're always staring like a fool! can you act like a regular employee?"

"Ba-well, President."

"Now ... get out! don't show your face in front of me again. I don't want to get shit again."

"I understand, President. Excuse me."

I can't hold back tears. His sharp words pierced right into my deepest heart. Stuffy.

I went into the kitchen, locked the door and cried as I pleased. Why does it feel so painful? wasn't I used to being snapped by a Boss who was like that magic granny?

God, can't you just keep me happy?

Evan. Miss you. Why is there no news at all? I can't even call you. You where?

My cry broke even more as I remembered her. He always treated me well.

Sorry, you left when I was angry. Hurry back. I missed you, Evan ....

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