Chapter 4. Boss!

It was getting late and lonely. Bik Inah and Pak Maman returned to their house. It's just the security guard at the front. After eating, Amelia went straight back to her room, she said she had a lot of school work to do. This big house looks very lonely.

I walked around the house, getting to know all the corners. Its Big responsibility, whatever it is, whatever happens it is my responsibility. Moreover, Mr. Kusuma is rarely at home, it has not even arrived at this time. Pity Amelia, she looked happy to see my arrival.

"Amelia has been waiting for your arrival, Mrs. Rani. That's why she is so happy. She doesn't have anyone to talk to. When she talks, I often don’t know what she talks about. I don’t understand what she's talking about," said Bik Inah this afternoon.

From the top floor, half of the top floor is open space. There is a fitness room and garden on the rooftop, inside a variety of equipment available, but rarely used. The garden above has a terrace where there are long chairs and table, there are several sunbeds facing east, perfect for sunbathing in the morning. Everything is kept clean, but feels empty. There are two rooms above, Mr Kusuma's main room and the first room that the Great Madame usually uses when visiting.

I opened Mr. Kusuma's room, masculine impression. It smells of wood-scented air freshener, light gray paint, teak wood furniture combined with minimalist metal with dark bed sheets and spotlights at several points. Modern taste of interior design. I tidied up some knick-knacks on the nightstand and I saw my application file there.

Ah, I'm just going around for a while, I'm tired, tomorrow we will continue again for the next room. I have to prepare what to do tomorrow.

Check the fridge, the schedule of what must be cooked tomorrow. There is a shopping list from Bik Inah, cleaning materials. Bik Inah said, a complete supermarket nearby.

Tap...tap...tap...

The sound of footsteps with shoes, I looked up and saw a man around forty years old, tall and thin, carrying a briefcase. Immediately I stood up to greet him, he must be the boss of this house.

"Good evening Mr. Kusuma, let me introduce myself, Maharani, a new employee."

He nodded slowly with a smile and handed over his briefcase.

"Please put it on the Desk. I want to have dinner, please prepare quickly. I'll take a shower first."

Oh, this is Mr. Kusuma. The appearance of a boss is indeed different. It looks neat and clean. Immediately I arrange the dining table like before. Plus, warm water and sweet tea on the side. I waited on a chair located a little far from the dining table.

"Mbak Rani. You just sit here, accompany me to eat while we chat," said Mr. Kusuma while pointing to the chair I had to sit on.

"Yes sir."

Maybe he will interview me like a boss if he accepts new employees.

"Did you cook these? It's nice. The rendang is tasty, what did you add to it? Then the pepes are delicious too," he asked while tasting all the food on the table. His mouth didn't stop chewing.

"I give coconut flour on the beef rendang, Sir. Roasted coconut which is finely ground. As for the spicy fish, it's typical of the Banyuwangi area. It has a sour, sweet and spicy taste. However, I reduced the spiciness. Is there something missing, sir?" I'm nervous too. Just like a cooking test. Hope he likes it.

"No, really. I like all of them. Anyway, don't call me sir. It's just like the colonial era," he said with a chuckle.  He can be funny too.

"Call me Kusuma or Mr!"

"Okay Mr!"

I purposely called him Mr, not Kusuma. I want to remain professional, however he is a boss and I am just an employee.

"Rani! I'll call Rani, okay. Please Make me  these pepes, but use prawns. For my lunch. Tomorrow the office driver will pick it up. Anyway, you change the menu that Anita arranged. It's up to you, I didn't have time to think. I'm sure you're good at cooking!" said Mr. Kusuma while continuing his dinner.

While eating, he asked me what I could do. Are you able to operate a computer, can use the internet and of course can cook anything? He also explained what had to be done.

"Little things at home, please arrange it. I don't have time."

"Okay, Mr. Kusuma. Is there anything else I should do?" I asked after dinner was finish.

"I still have a little bit of work to do. Can you make me a hot drink? My throat is a little sore."

"Okay ."

Rich people are pleasing to see from far away, but actually they are not. Morning to evening work set up the company. It's still working at night. He has a lot of responsibility; and many people hang their fate on his shoulders.

"Good Evening, Sir." I knocked on the office door before entering. I delivered warm ginger and biscuit snacks on the tray.

"Thank you. You sit for a moment. I want to talk."

"I'm asking for your help. Amelia, my daughter. She's grown up. Please pay attention to her, OK? I don't have enough time. Especially as she's a young woman now, sometimes I don't know what she wants. Don't let her go on the wrong path. Poor on her, I'm sure she feels lonely," he said with a sad look on his face.

"You have child, right?"

"My son has graduated from high school, Mr."

"Ok, good. Let's just say she's your daughter. If she’s naughty, just scold her. I'm fine if it's for kindness. Please look at her after this, OK?"

"Okay Mr."

"Uh, wait!" Mr. Kusuma shouted when I was about to close the door. I turned around to find his searching eyes looking at me from head to toe.

Am I wrong, huh?

"You will be accompanying Amelia a lot. So you have to look appropriate. Tomorrow, you go shopping for clothes with Amelia.  Use cash.  Not your money!"

"N-all right, pak. However, I already bought some clothes. It's not necessary. I think---"

"No need you think?! I don't want my Amelia to be embarrassed because of your appearance! Later she will be humiliated by her friends. Do you understand that? Don't compare it to being in the village! That's it," he said, cutting me off, while waving his hand telling me to leave immediately.

Huuffft....

Was good, now Rude, I feel annoyed, what's wrong with my appearance? It's clean and tidy.

Boss!

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