Somplak Boss

Part 2: Benalu

"Coffee, Sir!" I said while looking down. After arriving at Mr. Erwin's room.

"Put it!" he still focuses on playing online games on his phone. Gender on a foam chair with both feet rising to the table.

This is the CEO, why is there serious work? Even playing games. Luckily handsome.

That's how rich kids are. No need to pinter-pinter, graduate college directly forward papa company. 

I guess, Mr. Erwin went to the office just for formality. All his work may have been handled by his father's confidant. 

Or maybe, he went to the office of his intention just so as not to be called unemployed with his neighbors.

It seems like he's a game maniac just like the unemployed youngsters of today.

"Why is it still there?" ask her while glancing at me at a glance.

I bow while************** my shirt ends. "Do you want to see my face?"

"Why?"

"Let's fall in love." I grinned the horse.

Erwin shook his shoes. "Here, my shoes from earlier have been worried about your face."

Anjrott's! I cursed in my heart.

You somplak boss!

***

"Sak Sari, your first brother, is married to a member of the House of Representatives."

"Then your second brother married a pilot. While you, even choose to be babu kayak gini."

"Shameful, graduating from her school is just babu!" my uncle's lips before smoking a cigarette tucked in his lips.

I looked at him with a lazy face. "Let me go if you don't like me like this!"

"Just kid! You have to return the favor!" My uncle spouted smoke into the air, then sipped a cup of coffee that was on the table.

"You should be self-conscious, and get out of this house!" syndiku.

Uncle growling. Shot at me with a sharp look. "We who raised you up to this point, where's your manners towards the parents?"

"You're just hitchhiking here!" I returned his gaze with a sharp shot. "So, who doesn't have the courtesy?!"

Uncle Aji is the older brother of his late father. They moved into this house after my parents died in a tragic accident. However, they forgot who the real owner of this house was.

They are like invaders.

A group of mumpung aji families who use the situation to enjoy luxury, under the guise of taking care of orphans like me.

Though their purpose was clear, to master the treasures of both my parents.

Since childhood, I have been treated like a baby by this family. No, no, if my words seem to fight back. I wanted to get out of this house, but unfortunately the cruel man wouldn't allow it.

Once I ran away from home. However, that person paid some man to drag me home.

Of course, they don't want me to leave this house. Because all the property they now enjoy is my full right as a legitimate heir.

They're afraid that I'm going to take this case to the law. Uncle Aji's family is going to be expelled, so it's a badass. That's why they're watching my movements closely. In order not to mess around.

Very tedious. I just want to live quietly.

Foolish time about possessions, no importance at all to my life. I've been so tormented living with those who are pretentious in front of people, but stabbing in the back.

I just want to go. Go into the arms of boss Erwin for example.

"You don't have to bacot much. I'm tired, just got home from work!"

"Basic, no manners!" snapped uncle Aji.

"I don't have to do well in front of people who never humanize humans!" I smiled miris.

"Get me in front of your uncle!" Bi Susi came from the kitchen. "Let her be the one who raised you!"

Plakk!!!

Bi Susi slapped me so hard. Makes my face to the side.

I smiled at her side.

Bugh!

A kick slid smoothly to my waist. To make this body crashing to the floor.

The pain spreads immediately. I looked up while removing some of the hair covering my face. Smile back sweetly, as a thank you for their treatment.

Although my waist feels excruciating pain.

"Yes, you're just a loser dancing over his employer's suffering."

"Bad!" Uncle Aji who had been emotionally ignited immediately kicked me many times. With all her might, until she was tired.

I don't care who's weak on the floor. Don't ask how painful the kick is. Even now, the entire bones in my body are crumbling.

But I just laughed. Laugh at their behavior. "I could have reported you to the bajing police*n! I could have kicked you out of this house! Unfortunately, I don't have the heart of you guys who've been hitchhiking for years in this house!"

"Br*ch!" Uncle Aji kicked me once again. With a chest that rose and fell full of anger.

"Then I don't know myself, who never appreciates who the host is!"

Bi Susi who had been grilled by the flames of anger took a broom and beat it at me.

I could only fend it off with my hands crossed in front of my face.

I held back desperately not to cry. My tears are too expensive for them to see.

After that, both left. Leaving me grimacing in pain after being persecuted by them.

My feet are hard to move. I had to crawl to the room.

***

"Aren't you pa-pa?" asked Kevin who felt sorry to see my arms and face bruised.

"User is ordinary." I sipped orange juice in front of me.

"You better not be weird in front of your uncle. After all, they are the ones who took care of you from childhood" Kevin said.

"I've said many times that I didn't make a mistake, they still mistreated me."

Kevin sighed. "Maybe you just don't appreciate them. You're being stubborn."

Brakk!

I hit the table hard. Until the other visitors at the cafe turned their heads towards us.

"You can never believe what I'm talking about."

"Zahra, I believe!" Kevin took my hand. "But I just want to change my attitude for the better. Not stubborn like this. Try to interope yourself so as not to upset your uncle and persecute you!"

"Br*ch!" my sift. "Your words have shown that you don't want to believe what I've been talking about!"

Kevin fell silent.

"I'm here victim, Kevin!"

"Yes but," Kevin fell silent. "You're just hitchhiking in their house, so you have to obey their rules."

I growled. Everyone knows I'm hitchhiking at uncle's house. That was my home, my parents' house. Those who hitchhike and act arbitrarily.

Huff! Why the hell doesn't anyone believe me. Why does everyone trust their family more.

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