Ratih could only sigh. How not? Just six in the morning, she had to be present in an elite apartment. Besides still being very reluctant to meet Suga, she is the laziest to wake up early. It feels sickening, but Ratih can't do anything about it. Suga always threatened her with two billion in damages if Ratih refused orders from the man.
Ratih passes some people unknown to her. They are the owners and residents of the units of the apartment building. Of course, they are rich people who have a lot of treasure. Therefore, she felt like sand among shining diamonds.
Her habit of often swearing is still made, even though Ratih is only limited to muttering. "I hate him. For God's sake! Oh, The geeky Sugantara!" She said.
"Hey!" Suddenly a heavy and cold voice sounded from behind Ratih's position.
The cry succeeded in surprising Ratih. After realizing the figure of the voice's owner, Ratih gradually swallowed saliva. Of course, the person she hates is the culprit. Crazy, Suga came when Ratih finished saying hate speeches to the man.
"I don't even care about your hatred for me, but at least respect me a little bit," said Suga beside Ratih.
Ratih glanced silently without answering. From the tail of her eye, Ratih found Suga looking straight ahead. The man's two burly hands were put in trouser pockets.
"I am handsome?" said Suga.
Ratih reflex sneers with her thin lips. "No! Forever will not," she replied curtly.
Suga smiled sarcastically. "Just look later, you'll be fascinated by me."
"It is precisely you who will be fascinated by me, Mr. Suga. Not the other way around."
"Hmm... unfortunately, I'm not a human being permitted to be fascinated with someone. Especially if that person is you, Ratih."
Suga's answer made Ratih frown. She was surprised but couldn't ask any further. Because apart from prestige, Suga will think that she wants to interfere in other people's affairs. Therefore, Ratih tries to save curiosity. Her pride was too high to be dropped by Suga again.
Seconds later, Suga began to take steps. His new secretary then followed his steps. They walked a distance of five meters to get to the area inside the apartment building.
About three minutes after walking, Suga and Ratih entered the elevator that had opened and was empty. Like a CEO and secretary in general, Ratih asked Suga to come in first. Then, she followed and stood behind her superior.
"Hey," said Suga, who was meant to call Ratih.
Ratih sighed. "I have a name, Sir!"
"I know, but I don't care."
"Aaah, it's up to you, Mr. Suga!"
"It should be. You don't need to remind me," said Suga. In the next second, he began to ask, 'So, do you have a family, Ratih?'
"Of course I have!"
"But only your name is written on your family document."
"Do you want to demean me just because of that?"
"No, I'm just curious."
Ratih was silent, more precisely, choosing to be quiet. Because talking about family will only make her heart seem torn with a sharp dagger. Moreover, when the one asking about it is Sugantara, Ratih worries her pride will be lowered again.
They arrived on the sixth floor of the apartment building. Ratih is getting amazed by the beautiful ornaments in there. Even on the hallway's roof is a lovely crystal lamp. It's an elite apartment that she even just stepped on for the first time and in the moment.
It's crazy! Despite my hatred for him, he allowed me to visit this fairytale palace apartment, Ratih thought. Yes, sometimes life is balanced. There is sorrow that gives good luck and vice versa. Because Suga recruited Ratih to become a personal secretary, Ratih now has a new experience. But again, Ratih must still hold back the impressment feel so that Suga does not insult her with the assumption that she is very tacky.
"010110 is the password of this apartment, Secretary Ratih," said Suga informing access to his second residence.
Ratih frowned. "Why did you tell me? And what is 010110? Very tacky," she said.
"Take care of your mouth, Miss Secretary. In fact, your style of staring at crystal chandeliers is much more tacky."
Suddenly Ratih swallowed saliva. She didn't expect Suga knew the amazement she had felt a few seconds ago.
"And remember, you are a private secretary; you must come in the morning to take care of my needs. I don't sleep in this place every day. So you need to know that password to handle some business when I can't do it myself when I'm not in this place."
While entering the apartment unit, Suga again said, "As you said, the number is very tacky. In other words, the number couldn't be safer for most people. So they decided to use a password with a more complicated arrangement of numbers. Who would have thought that a CEO would use two types of numbers and that it was that simple to lock the door?"
"Awesome! I don't need to ask why he entrusted the password to me anymore. He may have memorized my traits. After all, I will not steal," Ratih mumbled.
Ratih is bright, but Suga is much more genius. Even though that idea seems simple, Ratih did not think about that possibility. Suga's brain is better than his geeky appearance. Rumors about the brightness of the man's brain are true.
After entering the main room, Suga dropped himself on a large sofa in the living room. He breathes air freely. Then, he took off his glasses while uncovering his bangs.
Seeing the attitude of her boss, Ratih was stunned for a moment. A few seconds later, she asked, "Why do you always take off your glasses in front of me? Do you want to tease me?"
Suga's eyes had squinted, but he was gradually straightening up his body.
"I ...." Suga did not continue his words. "Ah! You already know my face, so why else should I wear these damn glasses again when I'm only with you?"
"Oh, that's right? Yes, but I will memorize your face more, you know. I have a memory the most incredible."
"Can you just start your job, Ratih? Preparing my needs and checking today's schedule from Belinda? Instead of asking something that doesn't need to be like that."
"O-oh... well, Sir!"
Suga pointed to a space. "The wardrobe room is there. Beside that room is my private office."
"Mm... Do you have another house?"
Suga looked at Ratih. "I am rich, and my house is not the only one. And can you work soon, Miss Ugly?"
"Aaah! Be patient!" The beautiful woman then stroked her chest. "Remember this one sentence, Mr. Suga! If Selena Gomez just lost beautiful than me!"
Ratih stuck out her tongue to sneer. Not wanting to hear Suga's cruel words again, she chose to go to carry out the tasks she needed to do. Meanwhile, Suga could only sigh. But Ratih's attitude in maintaining self-esteem made him smile in surprise.
Suga softly muttered, "Yesterday, I wanted to torture him. I'm relieved because I can move freely in front of him. At least I can be myself in front of one person. This freedom was will very rare for me to have."
"Hei, Ratih!" A second later, Suga called out Ratih's name while standing up. He swung a pair of legs to approach the woman.
Inside Suga's private workspace, Ratih seems busy choosing a blazer for Suga. The woman is intelligent even though it is her first time holding the status of a private secretary. Not long after, Ratih moved the focus of her eyes toward the tablet screen he had been holding. He is checking the schedule.
"Don't let there be mistakes. Or I will cut off your fingers if that happens," Suga said threateningly.
Of course, Ratih gasped. "Gave me a chance to adapt, Mr. Suga!" she answered.
"You're not a kid who needs guidance again, right?"
"Yes, but ... aaarrrgghh! You bastard and crazy CEO—"
"Oh, you want me to cut off your tongue, not your fingers?!" Cut Suga.
Ratih snorted, annoyed. "Your words are very terrible, Mr. Suga! A geeky is usually clueless and kind. But, you ... you very crude like that!"
"Appearance does not always describe the nature of a person, Miss Secretary. Even though you say, I'm geeky and look stupid. I am still much more genius, and ... I could be a monster."
Just when Suga finished his words, Ratih then stared. And finally, their eyes were intertwined with each other.
Actually, who is he? Ratih's mind needs help understanding. But now, she can only hold back and survive while waiting for the next month. Time which she could ask for three days to attend Robi's wedding. Well, at least Ratih has a pause to avoid pressure from Sugantara.
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