You're Not the First

Sophia

It felt like it was just me and him who were overtime in an office this big. Even Mr. Mikail who incidentally is his assistant has been told to go home since five in the afternoon.

Maybe the three of us should sit down together to talk about an agreement about the work we have to do. Otherwise he would have been arbitrary to me and would have done everything he wanted.

I don't want to be enslaved to that basket-eyed man.

When Maghrib arrived I had to go down to the ground floor to go to the musholla and pray. Sepi, there are only a few people who are still seen sitting struggling with the screen in front of him in several divisions. I get creepy, scared myself.

It's my own fault for not bringing me from home. Tomorrow I have to take him so any time I'm overtime with that crazy boss I can pray above without having to go up and down. If he doesn't pray it's his own business.

Waiting for the elevator itself, inside the elevator as well. "Whua..aaa..... You crazy Babas.... !!!" I screamed in the elevator.

The incident at lunch was in my head again. It really messes with my heart. However I tried to arrange my heart so as not to think about it, like it even not to let me jealous but in fact last afternoon my chest felt tight when I saw him with the beautiful girl.

When he came in with the girl, Mike and I were exchanging food. He cleared his throat and I looked back at him and I saw the girl linking her arms to the crazy guy. I looked at the two at a glance and found that around the playboy's lips there was a lipstick while the girl's lips seemed messy.

I immediately circulated my gaze to the entire cafeteria because my chest hurt so much. They must have just kissed me and what about me that felt unacceptable with all this. This is not infidelity or betrayal. From the beginning he had already said that we would only have a show. As hard as I could, I held back my tears from falling in front of them.

As soon as he sat down he took my plate and ate my rice without permission or anything. I don't know what he wants. But I think it's disgusting. Does he think I'm so cheap that he can humiliate me like that in front of Mike and his date or bedmate.

Rumors that he was a female player turned out to be true are not just a figment of the thumb.

Because I couldn't stand it, when the cafeteria employee offered me food and the playboy asked me what I wanted to order while I stood up and answered, "I'm done eating. Excuse me first!" . I immediately stood up wanting to immediately go away from them and cried as much as I could, my chest like it was about to explode.

But he bullied me in front of everyone.

"Sit down there! No one gets out of here before I'm done!" He said in a voice that he suppressed and clearly it was the boss's order that could not be refused.

I sat back down even though I felt hurt and ashamed. So I turned it away by looking around this vast cafeteria so as not to hear anything they said.

"Bring here all the best!" He said while remaining busy chewing my food.

"I want some orange ice..!" Said the beautiful girl sitting next to the Babas.

"Why is your lipstick falling apart?" Ask Mike to the girl named Mala.

"Eh really? Hone.y...!" From the end of my eyes, he was shaking Babas' arm, asking for attention from the man.

Amboi..even the sound of the pot was heard in my ears especially in the ears of men like Babas.

The playboy turned to the beautiful girl sitting next to him and immediately took a tissue and cleaned her lips. Nurmala smiled then did the same to Babas, "There's lipstick on your lips han.", she said spoiledly.

Oh Ya Alloh... it hurts so much my chest.. like being exposed to paints, it feels like I want to escape from this atmosphere.

"Sir Mike... Can you try a drink?" I asked Mr. Mike to turn my heart so my tears wouldn't fall.

"It's my favorite drink, Lemon tea. Try it, you're addicted!" He said, shuffling his glass at me.

I received his glass and immediately drank it straight without a straw. I felt it a little and then I gave my thumb and said, "It's really nice, the sweet stuff fits, there's the fashions too". Like most lemon tea, my heart.

Mike is very happy. He shook his head like an Indian who said "nehi-nehi acha acha".

No wait for long food to come and be served on our table.

Nurmala took her drink then stirred it with a straw and drank it a little. Without saying anything, Nurmala thrust her straw on the playboy who immediately sipped it without thinking anymore.

The food in front of me happened to be hot chicken rice with its signature sauce and I would make use of it.

"May I ask you not to call Mr. Mike", my mind is deadlocked. I just want to cry and cry

"Its special for you.!" he said, giving me a plate filled with sambal with both hands.

"Thank you.", I answered with a smile and immediately picked it up and started eating it with a piece of chicken and then devoured it.

"You can't see the spicy ones, Sof?", asked Mike by propping up his head.

"Know!" I took another little chicken and dipped it in a lot of sambal until I felt the spiciness. I felt my sweat start to come out on my head and forehead.

My mouth was ah uh uh uh hissing no matter because the spiciness had entered my head and nose. My palms are used as fans for my face. I rubbed my nose many times with a tissue.

Simultaneously, Mr. Mike and Babas gave me drinking water and I immediately took the property of Mr. Mike who had been drinking and immediately I gulped until it ran out.

"I'm sorry, excuse me" I said without fear. "Huh. hhhhhhhh...huuuhh. hhhhhhah....."

Without waiting for an answer from them I immediately ran towards the toilet. It forgot a little bit about my jealousy. But when I got to the toilet, I cried. Not only tears that I wipe many times but also snot that continues to come out because of a deadly spicy taste that does not disappear.

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"Hiks... You stupid Sofiyah...! Already know he's a dapper guy why fuck ... why should be jealous of him..." In the elevator my body fell down. In a crouching position I piled my head on my arm and let out all my tears so that when I saw him again I did not expect anything more.

Ting

The elevator door opened and I immediately wiped my tears with the end of my headscarf. Cleansing my face so that it doesn't look like I just cried. I stood up and got out of there.

Fear began to ambush me again, was he still in his room or maybe he had already left me alone here?. I can't see him from my place but he can see me. This is so unfair.

Ting

The sound of the elevator shocked me half to death and immediately turned to the elevator while holding my chest.

"Yes Allaah sir. make a surprise..." I said as I looked at the security figure coming out of the elevator.

"Sorry ma'am, this is taking the CEO's order..." He said while showing me a package of food.

"Oooh..iya please go straight to his room sir...!"

"Yes, thank you..."

"Don't ma'am, sir!"

"It's good non..."

"It's non..." I murmured because he was also far away from my place.