I arrived at the office page with a portal that read Angkasa Jaya, a company currently managed by my father. By using a black car, an American product and very even for the current era.
The car passed several employees there, wearing sunglasses, and matching colored jackets carrying themselves to attend work immediately. The employees looked very happy, while the ceiling of my car had been open from the start coming to the gate.
Then I headed to the parking lot, with a car that was the same brand and that was the assistant, HRD, and my father's right hand. They had come earlier. I am the youngest CEO in the universe, twenty-six years old and almost as rich as Indonesia's crazy rich.
But that wealth doesn't make me proud or show off on social media, because everything is just wasted and makes a man's elegant level decrease by itself. With unsteady steps, I got out of the car while fixing the glasses that had tilted.
With a crooked smile, and I already hold a gray bag in my right hand. Then the next step is to enter the company, crossing several employees passing by without stopping.
"Good morning, Boss," said the female employees.
"Good morning," I replied casually.
My gaze was straight at the doorway, this ear also heard a few words that came out of the female employees beside the body.
"Look at that, our boss has arrived. He's really handsome, already like a Korean movie star."
"The shoes match the color of the suit with the color of the skin, I want to be his wife now."
"Don't dream of you, where does the boss want a girl like you. He likes a widow like me, because he has more experience."
That was the reaction of the women when they saw me, screaming and always saying exaggerated things. Strange indeed, praising God's creation so excessively. However, none of them could interest me.
In a way, this office woman employee is very beautiful. Very ideal body, and height is also quite very slender. Traumatic consequences in the past, made me not interested in owning any of them.
Taking the elevator, I moved up to the fifth floor. Where is the room that my father assigned me a few months ago. Even though I was very comfortable being on the first floor, because I wasn't tired if I had to go up and down the elevator. However, the father's decision cannot be contested. So that whatever comes out of his mouth is like the wrath of nature.
Arriving at the fifth floor, I took one step forward. Right at sight, the door to my room was opened wide and revealed a very ordinary contents. However, I was surprised to find it. Throughout my work, no one ever dared to open the door.
A scream rang out from within the room, already like a rebellion between two different camps. Feeling very curious, I walked quickly and entered the study. When they arrived at the table, they found that the guards were forcing a man in a swivel chair to get out.
"Mas, what are you doing here? This chair belongs to my boss, if you don't want to come out too. We will not hesitate to drag you away!" challenge my bodyguard.
"What is this!" I shouted spontaneously.
The two bodyguards stopped to speak, they silenced and folded their arms, while their gazes were fixed on the floor. My presence made the room quiet, even the pen falling from the table was very loud.
"Uh, Boss. W-we, we've tried to stop this guy from coming out. But he won't and said very strange words," said the bodyguard defensively.
The man on my swivel chair took off his hat, he was carrying a camera on his arm showing a dragon-shaped tattoo on his right arm. Because I recognized the character of that person, with a crooked smile I sat down on the other chair.
"Boss, do we have to kick this person out?" asked the two bodyguards.
"No need, you guys get out of here."
"Well, why, Boss? What if this person causes an accident?" asked the bodyguard very scared.
While taking a deep breath, I replied, "no, your handsome boss won't get hurt. You guys just go, he's my guest."
"Oh, I see. All right, Boss, we apologize in advance. Excuse me," they said as they walked straight out of the room.
Arjuna took off his glasses, then he put them on the table with his camera and black hat. Face to face, we exchanged glances. I took a deep breath, having found an unusual sight from him.
Yesterday Arjuna was very ordinary, because he was wearing ordinary clothes. However, now he is like an FTV artist and very handsome. His body curves are very muscular, and a sweet smile adorns his lips. Never imagined before, if in fact Arjuna was able to make vibrations in my heart.
Ridiculous indeed, when looking at women I feel normal. Now instead it's like a vehicle that is about to go to war, the beating of the heart doesn't want to stop since the beginning to get a little smile from him.
"Have you been coming here long?" I asked.
"No, I just arrived. However, your bodyguard won't let you in."
"Earlier, I apologized for their attitude, maybe they thought you were a thug," I answered casually.
"Ha-ha-ha... you mean thug with heart hello kitty?" he grinned as he drew closer to the sitting position.
Arjuna's behavior looked very much like a normal and mighty man, he had no feminine traits at all. So I feel normal when talking to him. Even though to be honest I have a slightly strange character to him, but only this matter of the heart and God alone knows.
"Jun, this is your cellphone. I bought it a new one yesterday, take it." I handed him the new red cell phone.
Arjuna took the handout by flipping through the box containing the red cell phone. "Wow... this is expensive."
"It means that my debt is paid off, because I have returned the cellphone with a new one."
"But I cannot accept it," answered Arjuna.
"Well, why is it like that? You don't like it? Or is it less expensive?" I asked insistently.
"No, actually I don't want a new cellphone. There are conditions that you must meet before you get an apology from me," he replied with a grin.
From his style, it seems that Arjuna is hiding a hidden grudge. As a result of that behavior, I didn't want to look at him because it would make him even weirder when he spoke.
"What do you want from me, Jun?" I asked, then I added, "don't be weird. Because I can't do anything about it."
"There is only one condition, you must agree to be my assistant for one month. If you can do that, then I will forgive you."
"What! You're crazy, how could I leave the office. No-no, I don't agree," I said with denial.
"Okay, if you don't want to. I will spread it to the media that the CEO of Angkasa Jaya has damaged a photographer's cellphone, but don't apologize. Want you!" he screamed.
"Don't be, in the end I'll have to fire my father. Fine, if that's what you want. But I can only be an assistant in the afternoon, after I get home from work. How about that?" I offered.
"Hmmm ... okay, I accept the offer. The important thing is, you want to accompany me where I go to shoot."
Without being able to answer, I took a deep breath and put my chin on the table. While Arjuna was still busy on his camera only. The man with the dragon tattoo seemed very cold and indifferent, making me want to hit his head.
To be continued...