The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Assistants

In a restaurant. Chandra sat there waiting for the secretary to arrive. He even had two cups of coffee.

Hissing, Chandra continued to watch the entrance. While people also noticed it was no less serious. Feels alien. The people stared unblinkingly. Some even shake and pull at the tip of the lips. He looked insulting and thought he was crazy. Who can understand his current appearance? Dress in black in the hot weather.

Lucky for whom to arrive. "Well, finally come along." Smiling with relief, Chandra raised his right hand while calling out the name of the secretary loudly.

Ara frowned, but she approached also the figure of the strange man who called out to her. "You who?"

"I'm your boss." Chandra open the mask a little. "Let's sit down quickly. Temenin. I feel like a monkey mask here."

Flashing briefly. Ara scan the overall appearance of Chandra. It looked strange, a sight that made him hard to muffle laughter. "Mr why wear such a costume. Do you want to act or what?" Landing her butt in the chair, Ara seemed to raise one hand—would order a drink at the employee who was standing in the corner of the restaurant room.

"Speaking annoyed, Chandra opened the mask in its entirety and sipped his drink. "It's because of you. You who give advice to masrahin yourself to be thumped."

Ara's laughter finally broke. Seeing the boss follow his silly advice leaves a sense of pride in him. In this world maybe only he used to make the company leader battered with just one suggestion. "Father weird. Tomorrow makes another mistake, sir. I assure you and believe you cannot live" said Ara.

Chandra is back. "Where's the report yesterday."

"It."

Ara pulled out a laptop and some files. Arranging on the table then circulating the view around. The quiet atmosphere of the restaurant is quite comfortable. He noticed Chandra's serious face. Am I being honest now? But if he doesn't accept what? I'll get fired. But .. if not told he will not know.

Taking a deep breath, Ara steadied the heart.

"Sir Chandra." Ara called carefully. Despite looking friendly, Chandra is still the boss who has complete control over his salary.

"What's? Just say it," replied Chandra. While the eyes were still staring at the laptop screen that Ara was carrying.

"When do you know when you can get to work?"

Chandra took a quick glance at Ara then looked back at the laptop screen with her right hand holding her chin. "I don't know yet. But I try it immediately. Maybe in a week. Just wait, why?"

Ara looked confused. "No. Just ...."

"What?" Chandra started to seriously stare at Ara.

"Can I suggest something?"

"What? By the way. Don't be convoluted."

"Why don't you hire one more assistant?"

Chandra's eyebrows linked. "Why? you're complaining about my cooperation? Is it because of the Litania problem?" the question is a little.

"No, Sir. My father's wife doesn't think too much. There's a deal."

"Then, why are you asking me to hire an assistant now? You know I have a hard time believing in strangers. The assistants are mostly stabs from behind. I don't want to risk it." Chandra's face is a little different. Ara's proposal hurt self-esteem. It was as if he was a ruthless dictator who blushed out the labor of the employees.

"My job is very heavy."

"That's so heavy. It's only time I play with family and children so there's no. If you have a personal assistant, I can be a little relieved. You can share the burden. I have an office problem. And your assistant can take care of the other problem."

"But instead of your salary I overdone. It's natural that you work in office and out of office affairs," said Chandra again. There was a bit of annoyance when the secretary took out the grunts.

"If you still do not want to hire an assistant, I submit a letter of resignation."

"Well, don't." Chandra looked riled up. He noticed Ara's face. If he stops working, he'll bother. This Ara is loyal. He's professional. Yes, although he is sometimes forgetful, but it is still difficult to find a secretary as good as him, his mind.

Exhaling a long breath. Chandra nodded once then laid his back on the back of the chair. "Okay, I'll think again. You are protesting like this. You worked with me a long time ago. It's been six years. From me still being a vice papa until now."

"It used to be different, sir. My job was not this much. Now it feels more troublesome. Some strange father. His position under the Father just use a personal assistant loh. Father's time doesn't."

***

Riding the car at moderate speed, Chandra kept thinking about Ara's proposal. The assistant? What a vulnerable position. Prone to be stabbed but also very helpful work. "Ah, fuck. Where should I find a loyal assistant? Should I ask Irwan for a recommendation. But he was once stabbed by his own driver. Hmm .. It's getting more complicated."

Unexpectedly a ringtone blew a glance. Irwan's name on the head unit attached to his car. "Long live this man." Chuckling for a moment, Chandra touched the monitor near the steering wheel.

"Why? Tumben called?" tanyanya to the point.

"Idih nge-gas aja."

There was a crunchy noise from across the phone. Makes Chandra a little upset then clucked. "Pocket talking. I'm driving this again."

"Yes, yeah. Now where else? Can you meet? I happen to be in Jakarta again."

"Yes, go to my mom's house. Wait right there.

***

Holding the grandmother's hand, Litania put on a face of bleakness. "Women really don't want to come with me there?"

Sita shakes. "Yes. Grandma's here."

"But Grandma, Grandma will be alone. What if there's anything?" Again, Litania began to whine. His eyes were even glazed. Leaving grandma alone is very disturbing. "Our father, yes yes."

"There will be nothing, Litan." Clasping Litania's hand, Sita looked at the beautiful faces of Litania and Chandra while carving a smile. "Grandmother is fine. Grandma is healthy. So don't worry."

"But, Nek—"

"Udah ah, don't discuss this anymore. If Grandma has time, Grandma will play there. What matters is that you get along with Chandra. Don't fight mulu. Remember, the household must have had its jolts, its trials. Grandma hopes you're more mature. Don't be a little fuzzy don't ask for a divorce. That's not good, honey."

Turning his eyes to Chandra Sita again said, "And you. Understand!"