My Evil Lady's
Revenge

If there was anything positive about Rami that was only one, he really kept his promise. And if there is a job that he likes, it is definitely one of them is to make my day like hell. The sweet smile that began to bloom in the heart this morning could not last long, withered and dried up amidst the boss's senseless and humiliating task.

Under the pretext of wanting to eliminate the impression of his hangover for the preparation of the grand meeting later, Rami mercilessly made us - rather I - have to work hard. In retaliation for not allowing to be absent at the meeting even though he had complained of a headache.

Back and forth to her apartment to pick up clothes she thought were more appropriate - along with makeup tools. I asked the courier to do it, but he refused. He did not want the heiress apartment of a multinational company to be ruffled by others. Told me to buy more coffee with more than 6 words that I can't remember. Not to mention preparing the data he would use in the meeting.

Day break time is like a privilege for me. I barely had time to eat lunch properly especially to just reply to a message from a friend if it is not a matter of work. Not infrequently I have to fill my belly with lightning with bread or sandwiches or even have to settle for just an energy drink. I miss eating rice quietly in the office cafeteria. Rami didn't seem to let me sigh for a moment. There was only his order when I was getting ready to order food like now. A task that makes me reflexively widen my eyes when reading the phone screen. She must be kidding me.

The two female minimarket cashier officers whispered to each other and tried to hide the smile behind each other's backs while looking at the items in my shopping cart.

I turned my face the other way, not daring to look at the two pairs of eyes that occasionally looked at me with a pink tinge adorning their faces. I tried to calm down, acting like everything was going normally even though I actually knew what made them laugh at me.

"Which use wings, Mas?” reset one of the cashier officers as he scanned my barcode. It seems he did it on purpose to draw my attention to them.

"Eh..eh..that's.iya who wears wings," I replied bumblingly unwillingly that I should do it-reemerging smiles on their ayu faces.

Damn

I can only hide in my heart. Rami purposely told me to buy pads at the minimarket. What he asked for was a large size bandage. Quite conspicuous without any blemish to hide it. I had asked Indah to do it, but Rami managed to prevent it by giving an impromptu task that she could not refuse.

"You love your wife very much, yes." commented one of them. I never mind the friendliness of the minimarket officers as a form of service to customers, but this time I really want them to ignore me.

"No, that's not it," I tried to refute, but I couldn't find a good reason. Their comments obviously got me drunk.

"The problem is nothing to be ashamed of. Many fathers also do it, but yes it's the average they do it because. Even though he didn't continue, I knew what he was going to say.

"I'm not afraid of him," I suddenly tried to correct their misunderstanding. I can't let this continue. "It wasn't for my wife either. It was actually for my superiors," I continued, who instead made their facial expressions freeze. I cupped my hands to my face. I did a big blunder. I can imagine how red my face is now.

"Definitely close to his boss?" her question was hesitating on one of them which made me more anxious. There is no intention to answer their questions, not after all the words that come out of my mouth make them misunderstand.

When they finished putting my groceries in a plastic bag, I immediately picked them up without further ado and left the money at the checkout without waiting for them to come to their senses from shock. I wish the change money could escape before them before the two girls actually record my red face in their brain memory and make me a gossip for the next few days. I won't be coming to that store for a while either. I have to find another minimarket, even though this minimarket is the closest to the office.

Fucking rami.

If he intends to take his revenge on me, congratulations he has succeeded. He had already managed to tear apart my pride as a man and throw it on the side of the road as if it were trash.

***

After working hard all day, I finally had a chance to rest a tired body on the bench of the front garden of the company building. This bench shaded in the shadow of a shady Asoka tree. At the front, a small shower spouts water in a wide pot that sits in the middle of the garden. I deliberately walked out of the building first, to give Rami some time to get along with the other branch leaders before driving her home. They will clearly not miss the opportunity to take heart the potential sole heir of Watson & Co. I can imagine the excessive praise flooding into their chatter, complete with stiff and awkward laughter and smiles.

Afternoon breeze in summer, brings a sensation of coolness in the skin. Unlike the wind in the wet and hot rainy season. Sitting alone with a mind that drifts in an uncertain direction, lulled by the breeze makes me want to close my eyes. I almost fell asleep if no one came in from behind. The strong smell of coffee, refocused me, made me realize its presence.

I raised my head and immediately a big smile adorned my gloomy face. The dashing figure of a middle-aged man stood firmly in front of me with two cups of coffee in hand. He threw a glass at me. The friendly smile I was so familiar with was adorned on his face. He's still the same as the last time I saw him. The appearance is simple in a cream-colored checkered shirt with fabric brown pants. His shoes always attract attention. Not an official type of shoe, but a pair of white sports shoes that he always wears. His hair began to whiten and fine wrinkles also began to decorate the face did not eliminate the good looks of his youth.

He tilted his head towards his right hand, hinting for me to immediately accept his coffee offer. I hurriedly picked up the coffee he was thrusting with pleasure, while shifting the seat, giving him space next to me.

"Thank you" I said cheerfully. A wide smile spread as I inhaled the fragrant aroma of coffee in hand, impatient to immediately sip the black coffee that was still reflecting the warm steam.

The man sitting beside me raised the corner of his lips. "No need to thank. Just a regular coffee from the coffee maker in the pantry," he replied humbly as he took a sip of his coffee.

"I know, but I've always loved your homemade coffee. The combination is right on the tongue," praise me, no matter if it sounds excessive. "I've tried as you teach, but it still doesn't feel the same." I took another sip while enjoying the comfortable afternoon. It's all so perfect. Warm and dim sunlight. The occasional wind breathes coolness. Calm calm because not many people are out of the office, and a warm and delicious cup of black coffee. "You didn't chat with the director?” I was a little curious as to why he was here not with the other responsible people.

"Miss Rami? I already greeted him earlier," he replied as he raised his face for a moment from the coffee in hand. "I can't spend my time while the other branch leaders would also want to chat with him," he continued with a chuckle. His wise figure could always favor me, making me admire him even more.

"How's the factory doing?" I turned the conversation to the topic he loved the most.

I was confused as to what kind of reaction to hear his answer, should feel relieved or even sad. The heyday of toy factories is eroded by the increasing number of children who prefer to play gadgets. Not something that has a positive impact, but the reason practicality makes parents choose it.

"Everything will improve, if we never give up" my comments were full of rhetoric. The wind of false hope. The hope that I am not sure of myself is still there or not.

The man agreed. "I must not give up now, not after thirty years of devoting my hard work to the factory. The factory I've taken for granted is like my own son. Can't give up because a lot of families depend on that little factory."

I wasn't sure things would improve, but seeing the man's confidence and determination made me feel optimistic. I just pray that all that effort and hope does not betray him.

I nodded in agreement, amazed by his spirit even though he was no longer young. I really know how his love for the toy factory to make the president still allow it to operate even though it does not contribute much to the company's profits.

"Yourselves, how are you doing? Everything smoothly?" he asked, turning to look at me who was surprised to get the question. "I notice you are now a little thin," he said, squinting, peering from the slit top of his slightly sagging glasses.

I chuckled, scratching the end of my non-itchy nose. I have no intention of refuting at all. "Does it look like that?"

"Did the new director treat you badly?" He asked back which made me laugh. Laughter was enough for him as an answer. He breathed heavily. "Women are hard. There are so many wants and not infrequently the request is too unreasonable. I who have been married to my wife twenty years more, to this day do not really know what he wants,” advice that sounds more addressed to himself. We both heaved a heavy sigh and went back to sipping coffee in hand.

"Why do you survive that?" tanyaku was curious while carefully observing the expression of his face. I don't want my question to offend him.

"Yes, because I can't imagine life without him. My life would be quiet without his chatter," he replied steadily as he stared with smiling eyes. No frowns, or anything. Only laughter re-energized his face.

"Are you there?" The arrival of Rami instantly stopped our little chatter. Our attention was entirely on the beautiful figure that was getting closer.

"You've been sought by your director" said the lekaki following the direction of the voice. It was seen Rami walking over complete with a handbag hanging on one of his arms, preparing to leave. She had already changed into a piece of black sleeveless mini dress knee-length with a low cut. He doesn't usually change clothes when he comes home from work. "By the way the president's granddaughter is pretty too, too" she whispered softly as she smacked my chest softly. He threw a wicked smile that made my face red. I shouldn't have been affected by her jokes.

I understand what the joke means. "Don't tease me, sir. You know for yourself that I'm just his employee?" reply hypocritical. Yes hypocrite. I'm not interested in the beautiful Rami. I'm just trying to know myself better. I must not be too greedy to want something that is not mine, something that is too far out of my reach. I have to be satisfied with what I have right now. Don't let me want the impossible, make me miss the beautiful and happy things I have now.

"Director, this is Mr. Yodhia. Toy factory responsibility." I got up from my seat, introducing my conversation partner as Rami approached us. "He's been serving the company for almost thirty years" I added, which made Rami turn her eyes to my friend. His sharp eyes were watching closely, trying to read what the person in front of him was like.

Mr. Yodia reached out a hand that was greeted originally by him. It's okay, at least Rami is still willing to retaliate. I was afraid that he would ignore Yodhiah's hand as he had done before. "We had a conversation for a while," he said trying to refresh Rami's memory.

"Ah..really? Sorry, I don't remember it at all." Rami apologized even though there was no guilt on his face.

"A lot of new faces that the director just met today. So, it is only natural that you cannot remember them one by one," commented the wise Yodhia sir. It seemed that he was not offended by Rami's impoliteness.

Rami simply nodded, agreeing with Yodhia sir's opinion. "Thirty years, long enough. You are so loyal to the company" commented Rami, focusing again on the new figure in front of him. "Don't you feel like you've wasted your youth just for the company?" tanyanya, make the look of Mr. Yodhia's face confused. I bit the inside of my mouth hearing Rami's question. Although saying rude has become commonplace for Rami, but I did not expect to hear that now. I'm afraid his words offend Mr. Yodhia.

"Eh.pak Yodhia is very fond of children and makes toys that can make them happy is his passion," as fast, help answer Rami's questions.

Rami nodded as if understanding. "So, you could say you live what you like. Hopefully your passion is big enough to make the factory survive the onslaught of modernization" he said, again unfiltered, making me sweat cooler. I don't understand what he means. Rami actually wants to congratulate him or even threaten him.

"Yes I will work harder because it is my passion, my life." A small smile was adorned as he said it. A smile that could not make me feel relieved. A smile I don't know what it means. Is it okay, or Mr. Yodhia just trying to hold back. I'm sure Mr. Yodhia is not that stupid to be able to understand Rami's true intentions.

"We have to go now?" Rami glanced at the black-robed watch that was circular in contrast on her white skin. It dawned on me to immediately end the conversation with Mr. Yodhia even though I still wanted to chat a little longer with him.

"I'm sorry sir, I have to resign." I feel it is impolite to have to leave Mr. Yodhia, but I also cannot possibly ask Rami to wait. Can poke it chick.

"Oh.yes please." Mr. Yodhia smiled again. "I also have to come back soon. You know for yourself how nagging my wife is that I come home late," she said trying to ease a little guilt in her heart before she finally passed, back inside the company building.

I looked at his dashing and wide back as he walked back to us. The dashing figure that is increasingly disappearing, blending in the back and forth of employees who come in and out of the building. Disappear in the shadow of a towering building as night approaches.

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