My Evil Lady's
Holidays

"When it's noon, what time do you want to get up?" The mother's voice from the kitchen, clashing with noisy cookware, formed a rhythmic sound that I heard almost every morning. The voice I ignored this time. I was too tired and sleepy. I think I can sleep in five hours. The fragrant aroma of my favorite fried rice was not even able to force my eyelids to open. Sticky like exposed to super strong glue

"It's a holiday today, ma'am. Dika wants to wake up a bit unfortunate," I replied spoiled, still with eyes closed, drowning his head into a soft roll. So peaceful and pleasant.

After working extra hard six days a week, leaving early in the morning home at night, I finally had a chance to rest my tired body. Relax every bone and joint all over the body, lounging on my padded mattress all day long before working hard again tomorrow Monday.

I love sunday's.

I love Sundays because I can wake up.

I love Sundays because I'm free to laze around, watching my favorite television show all day.

I love Sundays because I can enjoy my mother's cooking and accompany her to meals.

I love Sundays because I'm free to wear my cozy t-shirt and slacks.

I love Sundays because I don't need to be decent, and most of all...

I love Sundays because I don't have to meet my boss.

My mother was so understanding, she didn't nag, to tell me to get up when I told her I wanted to sleep longer. I know that all this time I've worked hard and deserve a little pampering. Not like someone who doesn't appreciate my efforts at all.

I buried my head deeper and deeper, covering it with the bolster I was hugging. Why am I still thinking about it? I should have put my thoughts about him in a locked chest, buried him deep, and would have reopened it by morning.

The ringing sound of the phone I threw into the nightstand next to the bed yesterday shocked me. Still not opening my eyes, I fumbled, grabbed the noisy phone. I should've just turned this phone off last night. I wonder who's looking for me this early. I was lazy to lift, but his voice was too noisy to ignore. I instantly stopped the noisy ringing as soon as it found and directly stuck it to the ear, still with my eyes closed.

"Today it's time to take my baby to the workshop" said a voice on the other side of the phone.

"Whose baby?" I replied in a hoarse voice, still not fully aware of the dream world.

"My baby, the Raptor. Now it's time for oil changes and routine servicing." The person on the other end of the phone raised his tone, upset because the person being spoken to did not understand what was meant.

I woke up instantly when I heard the Raptor say. My eyelids, which were heavy, were now fully open. I felt I heard Rami's voice and when I saw the name that appeared on the phone screen, I was talking to him. I grabbed my hair, upset about why I had to pick up the phone from her. I should've just let the phone keep ringing. I tracked down the blanket that covered the body several times with both feet, not believing that I had to deal with Rami on my only day off.

"But today is Sunday, Director" I complained in a sulking tone of voice that I often use on my mother if I want something. I'm trying to negotiate with Rami, who knows he sympathizes with me and allows to take his car to the garage tomorrow.

"Why is it Sunday? Is it because it's Sunday so, all business has to be put off?" her demands are fierce, making me anxious.

"Not so is the Director, but now it's outside of my working hours, and I think a day or two late won't be bad for your car." I tried as much as possible to refuse it.

"Originally you know, I'm never late to take my car to the garage. No matter inside or outside of work hours, I'm still your boss. So you have to do as you are told. If you don't like it, you can resign, I won't stand in the way. It's not me who has to think about how to pay off the house installments that are still uh.10 years away," the cerocos is heartless, right about my weak point. He knows that I can't quit my job right now if I don't want to get kicked out of this cozy house and become a bum. I wonder where my boss knows how much I owe. He's not investigating me, is he?

You witch. I'm sure now he must be smiling widely, satisfied when he managed to threaten me especially after I managed to manipulate him yesterday. It's not that I'm timid or not confident, I'm just being realistic. Being a multinational PA board of directors is the best job I can get with my usual alma mater background and limited connections.

"Yes...Director, I'll take it to the workshop today. You satisfied now?" I raise my tone at the end of the sentence. I had to get out of my bed following her wishes. I can't believe I still have to work for him on weekends.

"You mad?" asked Rami who instead of as a question instead sounded like a scorn in my ear. As if he was challenging me to fight him.

"No Director. It's just that the signal's unstable." I pretended I didn't clearly hear his scolding. I hung up the phone before I actually yelled at him. Irritatedly I threw the phone on the bed before running out of the room while grabbing the towel towards the bathroom.

Mom looked up when she saw me running to the bathroom when I said I wanted to wake up a little afternoon, laze at home and accompany her shopping.

"Why the hurry, brother?" my mother asked while putting fried rice on the dinner table, ready for us to eat.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Dika has to go to work. We go shopping next time, and we eat out. It's been a long time since we've eaten so well" I shouted from the bathroom, only to be answered by a low sigh and the sentence was fine. How could it be okay after I let him down and this is all because of Rami.

***

I continued sleeping in one of the VIP customers' special waiting rooms. It turned out that Rami was registered to be a special customer of this auto repair shop. I don't have to queue behind another car to get service. As soon as I came to bring the Raptor, the workers already knew which path to enter and immediately did the inspection. It was as if they had recognized Rami's car.

They also did not question why I brought him to the workshop, because Rami always told people to take him to the workshop, especially when he was in Germany.

There is no special treatment for Rami cars because this is only a routine service besides also because Rami cars are well maintained. Of course, even to back off his two-day service schedule he would not.

By the time I got out of the workshop, the sun was already flushed. His scattering infected the bright blue sky with the darkness of night. A heavy sigh, evaporating my spirit. I had to spend my day off, again on work.

"You're a picky and spoiled emank like your mother," scolded me on the car dashboard as if she could understand me. It seems like I'm starting to go a little crazy even though it's only been a few weeks as PA Rami.

A message went into my phone, momentarily distracting from the crowded highway creeping in. The car rushes in, heading downtown. Travel back after spending the weekend out of town and now get ready for the start of the week. How nice it is to be able to spend a weekend out of town, taking a break from the grueling work routine.

"Aish..." I cursed after reading the message that was entered into the phone. Despite being arrogant, annoyed and angry, I didn't have much time to refute. I need to find a turn around and head to the place he told me to.

***

"Why did you tell me to come here?" ask me with a sour face without a smile at all while offering popcorn and drinks that he asked for, popcorn packaging jumbo and greentea which is also a large size.

Rami was already sitting comfortably in one of the cinema chairs, waiting for me to deliver the order. Yeah.now I'm an order handler. When I came to the cinema room was still bright so most likely the film he wanted to watch was still not screened. The cinema room is full of people. Almost all benches filled including the front row that rarely occupied people. Only one row of seats on one side remained empty and Rami became the only person to occupy it.

"Guet me watch," he asked briefly, but it sounded more like an order in my ear. I laughed at his request. Now I know why he sent tickets online. I thought it was just for a pass so I could go to the theater and hand over the food.

"Why should I accompany you to watch? I don't even have time to accompany my friends, "my dear from his ridiculous request. Helping him buy work clothes or bring a car to the workshop can still be considered a task for the benefit of the company, but if you have to accompany him watch? Obviously that's not one of the duties of a PA. I was so frustrated that this girl who was none other than my own boss seemed to be unable to discern which business matters which are personal matters. I don't even have time for myself.

"Because I'm your boss isn't your friend. So, you have to do it," he answered easily. He didn't even have to look at me when he said it. The answer is completely correct. I can give you a million reasons to turn down a watch call from the kids, but I can't do it if the boss asks.

Rami doesn't care about my protests at all. His eyes focused on the giant screen that just aired an ad film that will be released soon. The loud voice that appeared as he siphoned his drink seemed to come mocking me. Scorned me for not having much choice.

"Director, you must not abuse the office," my protest was interrupted by other visitors walking towards their respective seats. Some people even nudged my back because I blocked the path by standing on the side of the road.

I just opened my mouth to protest back when suddenly the theater lights began to be extinguished. My eyes were in awe, completely unprepared for this sudden darkness. I fumbled around the chair to support the body.

"No need to protest, just sit down before the other audience gets angry because you're blocking their view" he added, without helping me reach the empty seat next to him. As I had expected, Rami did buy a one-row seat. Arrogant and excessive behavior just because he has more money. Totally intolerant of other visitors who wanted to watch this movie, but ran out of tickets.

I breathe heavily. Start getting used to the not-so-total darkness now. The light from the film that began to play, gave a little illumination to this dark room. Again, I was forced to drop my ass on one of Rami's side chairs. After sleeping all day at the auto repair shop, maybe I can enjoy two extra hours of sleep in the movie theater.

"Why don't you just take your girlfriend?" I still can't accept he forced me to accompany him to watch as we're not friends. Especially on this precious holiday.

"He's busy. There's an important conference he has to prepare for" he replied quickly. His hands were busy putting the caramel-flavored popcorn I had bought into my mouth.

"You can go with your friend then."

"I don't have any friends" he replied with the same expression, as if the answer was a normal answer that anyone could easily say.

I looked away, wondering if the answer was a lie or not from the look on his face. But when our views met, I knew he wasn't lying. Rami is bad, but not a liar.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Rami. "Stop looking at me with a look of mercy, I hate to see it. And just so you know, I don't have any friends because I don't need to, not because nobody wants to be friends with me," the eel again that I answered briefly with a nod of the head let him be satisfied and not argue more. The last thing I need now is to get kicked out for starting a fight with Rami. It would be a shame if it happened.

A speck of sympathy emerged from the bottom of my heart for her. He who is great without parental affection does not know how to love and love others. The only family he had was his grandfather. The only family member who also seems to have no good relationship with Rami. How lonely his life was.

I reached into the large popcorn box that was next to me, before a loud punch struck it. I grimaced in pain as I pulled my hand back without any popcorn being taken.

"Why did you hit me?" I blew my hot hand from Rami.

"Because you tried to steal my popcorn." He narrowed his eyes suspiciously as if I were a thief.

I turned my head, funny to hear the accusations. "It's not natural to share popcorn with a friend watching us, and I also bought the popcorn using my own money." Unknowingly I slightly raised my tone of voice until one of the spectators behind the chair gave me a signal to be quiet.

Rami laughed silently looking at me who was scolded by the other audience. "Why do you buy only one" he sneered in a whisper. "Friends? Since when we've been friends. You're just my PA, '" he added, which made me want to water his long hair with a drink next door.

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