Not the Riding Prince

The President

Only a few people know the figure of the President of a company called PT Sigma Cipta Nusa. Those who work in the lowest part like I—Kinanti, never even once saw it.

Today, he was standing right in front of me. He looks so cold and ugly. His eyes were narrow and so sharp, it made me feel scared when I looked at him.

"Why your face? did you fight with your husband?"

what question is that? a husband? even my girlfriend doesn't have one. Hm.

"Hey! The president is talking to you, answer! why silence?" said his adjutant in a slightly angry tone.

"Sorry, president."

"Obati used to be a wound on your face, just got back to work."

His words surprised me and had hope. "Am I not fired?" I asked spontaneously, looking back at him expectantly.

"Hm. You still work here. Go to our office clinic. Let no one else think that I am a cruel superior, hiring his employees who are battered because of the KDRT."

"But, President."

Aishs. He just left.

"Lucky this time."

"Hehe, yes Boss."

I immediately went to the clinic provided by the company. Usually the clinic is only used by ordinary employees like me and others.

Yeah, that's! which bosses want to take medication or check here. They must have gone to a luxurious hospital despite only getting the common cold.

The clinic is not far away. He was near the canteen which was also the usual employee's dining area.

A clinic that is indeed very decent, clean and fragrant. The room is AC and there is also a big TV there. Their officers are also skilled and friendly. To serve those of us who are considered the lowest class politely.

"What are these wounds?" the doctor asked with a pang of pain all over my face."Time to end the fight? THE KDRT? report to the police."

"God. Why does everyone think I'm a KDRT victim? not even a boyfriend I have, what else is a husband. Ck."

"Masa? you're beautiful when no one wants to be her boyfriend."

"Beautiful but poor. The two things men refuse to approach."

"Certainly? this why? here you go, your temple to tear gini. Lips are also rich. I'm horrified."

"I'm at ...."

Uh! why should I tell this doctor everything?

"Any what? I wonder what it is."

"Here you go, just treat it."

"Sure, this is just this wound?" tanyakanya.

I'm glaring. "Yes! there's no more."

"alright. Later the temple service change in the morning, I sew a little, at least three stitches."

"No feeling?"

"Magic" he said with his hands like he was bouncing. "This is the medicine taken. All three times a day. Don't forget to eat before taking the medicine."

"OKs. Thank you, Doc."

"Either. Don't come back here, yaaa."

anyone who wants to get sick.

After the clinic, I went straight to work. Cleaning and cleaning the HRD room.

"Kok late?" ask Sir. Rudi, HRD leader.

"Sorry, Sir. I went to the clinic first" I replied. He who was sitting behind me immediately turned around.

"Yes my. Why another face? in the thugs again?" I smiled hearing his question. "Yes, please give this to the President's office, yes."

"I? tumbens."

"You see, there's no one here. All were busy as there was the recruitment of new employees in the main hall. Yes, you love this. You know the room?" I shook my head."Just ask other employees. He's on the seventh floor. That's where you ask other people."

"Yes, sir." I brought a pretty thick brown envelope. I don't know what it is. Once out of the HRD office located on the second floor, I turned left towards the room which consisted of a sofa set with a table. The red sofa turned its back on the big window so we could see out freely. Small palm trees give a little cool impression despite the cold here because of the AC. stepping a little I can find the elevator. Ride with some other employees.

7 Floor.

I flirt here and there. There are not many people like the other floors.

"Why so quiet? where am I supposed to go?" I walked down the aisle on a maroon red carpet. The room was quiet but so fragrant. Chilly.

"Who are you looking for?" ask someone behind me.

The feeling of his voice, but where is it?

I turned around slowly. And ....

The president?

My eyes always couldn't look away when I looked at him. It was like it was locked away.

"Hey! The president asked you. Don't be dumb!"

I'm sure it was his other aide. His uniform is like the bodyguard of the president of the country.

"Hey! you."

I immediately shook my head. Trying to get to know immediately.

"I'm sorry, I have to go to the President" said as he lowered his head.

"Thank your head."

I was actually hesitant to raise my head back and stare at his face. I was afraid I would be hypnotized again.

How'this?

"I don't like to talk to people without faces."

"Huh?" I spontaneously raised my head and looked at him.

"Have your wounds improved?"

"Em, this, that ...."

"Why are you nervous? just relax, I am also a human not a ghost that you should be afraid of."

The problem is not that, President. I was afraid to be discovered if every look on your face, I could not turn away.

"That's normal. They're mainly women, will be fascinated the moment I see my face."

Geez! is he paranormal too?

"Follow to my room." He walked right past me. I immediately turned around and followed behind him. As soon as the door opened, the first impression I got was fragrant. The smell of roses is so must and gentle. I don't know what it is ....

"Come here."

I followed him towards a sofa made of leather. Huge.

The floor is covered by a fur carpet that looks so soft.

May I ask him for a bed in the rented? rather than being trampled.

"What are you carrying?"

"Ah, this is the President." I handed you the envelope I brought.

"alright. You can go."

"Yes, President. I beg you to resign."

"Wait!" he stopped my steps that were already close to the door.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Can you make a drink? maxdu me, tea or coffee."

"Can, we are taught to make drinks for the employees here."

"Then make me some tea. Don't be so sweet, but don't be so bland."

"Well, I'll go downstairs to make it."

"no need. You get out of here to where we met. Straighten up a bit and get into the second door you see. Make tea there."

"Yes, fine."

I walked according to the directions he gave me. Once inside, I was amazed again. The kitchen can be five times where I live. With complete and modern equipment.

I even want to be told to stay here.

My eyes are still happy to see every inch of this kitchen. Once satisfied, I immediately turned on the stove to heat the water.

I opened a cupboard to look for tea. And I finally found it. Tea with sugar.

"Why is it so long?" I was asked a question as soon as the door of the President's room opened.

Yes, I should say that I looked in the kitchen first?

"Sorry, President. I was confused looking for tea and sugar."

"alright. Bring it here."

I immediately walked up to him who was now sitting at his desk staring at the laptop.

"This, please.

"thank you. You can go."

"Yes." I slightly retreated before turning around. Didn't know that right behind there was a small table on top of which was a wooden box that had no idea what it contained.

"Aww!" it hurt, my stomach that the thugs kicked so many times, it felt so lame as to hit right at the end of the table.

"Aww.." I grimaced in a sitting position.

"Why you?" he approached. Holding the left shoulder and the other hand holding my right hand which is in the stomach.

"Sickness .. My stomach is wound, President."

"Let me see."

Whahuh? he wants to see my stomach?

I suddenly turned my face to look at him. I didn't think our faces were so close.

You idiot! why should I look?

I locked it back when I saw his face. My chest could barely move anymore, I wanted to turn away but couldn't. In fact, I could feel his breath in my eyes.

Holy hooch! how'this? why did he not turn away immediately either. Oh, heart, beat immediately, I don't want you to resign from your current post. Pliss.

TO BE CONTINUE

President Kim Joon Hartadinata, 36. Blasteran South-Java.