This takes time, even up to 30 minutes. I had to be interviewed before I got hired as a coach for the old man's son, and it was done in this living room.
The old man, whose name was Mr. Herman, interviewed me and asked me why I was working here. Of course, I answered honestly. But somehow, Mr. Herman thought I was a former lightweight boxer. I've never been that way, I've never even fought in the ring. It's weird.
But in the end, I found out why he considered my previous profession to be a lightweight boxer. That's because my curriculum vitae is written very clearly that I am a Boxer.
Honestly, it wasn't me who made it. I never gave or told that I was a boxer. That is a lie. I am a former professional player of the Mobile Heroes game, not a former boxer. Sinta still has ruined my life history. She sucks, just like her dad.
That was a problem for me. Because after all, I am neither a boxer nor a former boxer. But now, I have a bigger problem than that.
Since the start of this interview, the woman, Mr. Herman's daughter, Livia Sarasvati, has been watching me from there. She kept looking at me as if she wanted to say something. She waited and waited until the interview was over there, right near Mr. Herman.
If you think she's pretty, it's true, I admit it. Having clean skin and looking well-groomed, shows that she is a beautiful woman, pleasing to the eye. Her hair was straight black and neatly banged with a very fragrant aroma. Her body is quite slender with breasts that are not too big or small. Her face was so charming, quite pleasant to look at. But even so, she did not leave there, continued to wait, and watch me from in front of me.
"Um..."
She sometimes put her hand to her chin, looking like she was thinking. She sometimes looked at me intently too, looking like she was sure she remembered something about me. She didn't hear what her father was talking about, interviewed me, so she just kept an eye on me.
Her father asked her to be quiet for a while during the interview, and she complied. She seems to be an obedient woman, following what her parents say.
Well, I understand why she is like that. She now knows who I am. I had helped her back then, last year, and she seemed to be aware of it. She knows me, and she has probably been looking for me all along.
Even though she knew me, she only learned my name from this interview. She nodded several times when her father mentioned my name earlier. She managed to find me, the person who had helped her—or so to speak, I was the one who came to her.
My memory is quite good, so even just looking at her face, I can guess the reason why she keeps watching me. So that's why she sat next to her father, right in front of me, who was answering the remaining questions from this job interview.
"Yeah, that's how it is."
"Then, why are you working here for? Can you teach my son to be the greatest?"
Even for a while, Mr. Herman was so mature in dealing with his family. Even though I had seen it was ridiculous.
"Well, I can't do that."
"Then, why did you come here? If you can't teach my son to be the greatest, then why?"
"Yeah, I can't teach your son to be great, but I can teach your son to be the best."
"Oh, I see. So you teach to be the best instead of the greatest, like that?"
"Yeah."
"There's one thing I want to ask," Mr. Herman said, crossing his legs.
"What's that?"
"Can you play the Mobile Heroes game? In your life history, it shows you are a boxer, not a professional player or YouTuber who plays the game. Judging from your previous job, you are not suitable for this job. If you want a job, I can give you a job that suits you; trained me to learn martial arts. It does not matter. So, what I want to ask is, can you teach my son to be the best?"
I was a former professional player at Bengawan Club and even won many tournaments, but because my life history was changed by Sinta, it made Mr. Herman hesitate to judge me.
I can understand the doubts because my resume has been changed. Therefore, I tried to answer the question calmly and reassuringly.
Before I answered the question, Mr. Herman turned to his daughter and said something.
"Plus, it seems my daughter wants you, Mr. Kenzo. I can give you a job to be my daughter's bodyguard."
Mr. Herman is quite good, he gives me many options for a job. He didn't seem to want to keep me unemployed, out of work, by giving me work. That's pretty good in my opinion.
If I was in the past, when I wasn't familiar with the world of the Mobile Heroes game, I might have accepted the job, being a bodyguard for his daughter. But since I'm already like this, working to play games, I will still choose a job to teach his son, Andre Sarasvati, to become a professional player.
"Firstly," I said, burning a cigarette even though I knew it was impolite. "I firmly believed in teaching your son."
"Oh..."
"Secondly, I can't fight anymore for some reason. So, I wouldn't want to be a bodyguard for her. Third, I am not a former boxer, but I am a lover of playing the Mobile Heroes game. Fourth, let me say it clearly, I am sure that I will be able to make your son the best player in the Mobile Hero game. It's because I'm the one who teaches him. Fifth, and lastly, I want this job for a while, until this wound on my right hand is completely healed."
"What's wrong with your right hand?" He asked, dumbfounded and looking at my right hand.
Before I could answer that question, his daughter suddenly stood up from there and pointed right at me.
"It's true… you are… the man who saved me... You are the man who refused to be taken to my father's hospital." She quickly turned to her father. "Papa, he is the person I was talking about at the time. He is the man who ran away from me."
After she said that, Mr. Herman also stood up from there.
"WHAT? He's the guy who ran away because he didn't want to go to my hospital? God damn it..."
I don't know why Mr. Herman can look at me with such an annoyed expression.
Maybe because I showed my bandaged right hand this made them suddenly excited. It was probably like that, thus forcing her to speak after holding back all this time. But strangely, why is Mr. Herman even annoyed with me?
"Oi, impudent young man…" He said in a high-pitched voice, glaring at me.
"Um?"
"Why did you run away from my daughter who took you to my hospital? Whereas if you don't run away, you will be freed from medical fees for saving my daughter, you know that."
"…Yeah."
"Why only yeah? Give your reasons, young man!"
I can't say that I ran away due to my poor condition, my team and I were fired from the Bengawan Club, and I wanted to see my mother quickly to tell her about it. I can't say that.
"That's because I need to defecate."
"Eh? Seriously like that?"
"Yeah, that's how it is. Because of that, I was in a hurry to find a toilet."
"I see," He said, turning his gaze to his daughter, "So it is, Livia. You already know, right? He left you not because he didn't want to go to my hospital, but because he needed to defecate."
"Papa, are you stupid? You're a doctor, but you believe in a lie like that? Geez, you're such an idiot, Papa."
"What did you say?"
It seemed that his daughter could not be lied to, like her father. This is very difficult.
"But, by the way, Livia," Mr. Herman said, looking at his daughter with an even expression, "Aren't you going to your college? It's already 9 am."
"Oh… By the way, Papa, you're not going to work? It's already 9 am."
They fight. It's a relationship between a father and his daughter, a relationship that I think is special to see.
"Oh shit, I'm late." Mr. Herman suddenly ran fast. But after that, he came back and looked at me. "You're welcome, Mr. Kenzo—no, I'll just call Daylon. Andre is on the 2nd floor, so you can teach him from now on." And after that, he ran pretty fast.
As his daughter kept staring at me, letting her dad run, forgetting that she had to go to her college, I stood up and just ignored her. But then, she told me to stop, just before I climbed the stairs.
"W-Wait!"
"What?"
"T-Thank you. I haven't said that yet. Thank you so much for saving me."
"Oh, you're welcome. I'll excuse myself first to where your little brother is."
"Yes."
After that, I climbed these stairs.
So am I the coach now? Geez. Alright, as long as this right hand is not completely healed, I will teach the teenager for a while, to make him a professional player like me. So now, where is he? Damn, I forgot to ask where the room is.