Capítulo 8: Breakfast
"Who are you ?"
Laras wanted to answer, but for some reason her tongue was numb especially when he was afraid to see the gazes of these two strangers in front of her.
"Why are you in this room?"
Again, the old man in front of Laras asked again, while continuing to look at Laras.
"Laras I'm done showering!"
When the three people heard Rafan's voice calling out to Laras, they were taken aback.
Why did he have to complete his bath at this time?!
Laras was nervous and unsure what to do her body moved restlessly, while the two people in front of him kept staring at her especially after hearing Rafan voice, which made her gaze more suspicious of Laras.
"mmm… I'm Sorry"
Laras quickly shut the door to the room again, she didn't know what to do, so she just shut the door and walked towards the bathroom.
She'd just tell Rafan, letting her explain later to the two people, after all, she'd just discovered that the boss already has a wife.
Laras knocked on the bathroom door and saw Rafan standing there with an untidy kimono towel, prompting Laras to go forward and immediately tidy up the towel so that it properly covered Rafan's body.
"Where have you been, and why have you taken so long to come?" Rafan yelled right into Laras's ear as he tidied up the towel he was wearing.
"Sorry, sir, I checked earlier because someone knocked on your door."
Laras' words brought Rafan to a halt, his eyes wide with surprise. "Who?" Rafan finally asked after a brief silence.
"I'm not sure, sir, but there was a lady and gentlemen like that."
Rafan appeared relaxed once more, nodding briefly. "Oh, hurry up and take me out, you've got my clothes ready, right?"
Oh my goodness... I've forgotten!
"Hmmmm... I..."
"Not yet, right?"
As she took Rafan's hand out of the bathroom, Laras couldn't help but smile shyly.
"Okay, sit me down on the sofa while you prepare my clothes."
"All right, sir," Laras said politely.
Laras immediately sat Rafan on the sofa next to his bed, then walked to Rafan's large closet and opened a cupboard containing many of Rafan's expensive clothes and suits.
Laras examined the coats and shirts hanging in the closet one by one. The coats and shirts were mostly monochrome, with a few soft colors such as blue, gray, or brown.
Laras looked at her boss, who was now quietly waiting for hee while relaxing on the sit sofa, in the midst of his confusion. "Hmmm… Mr. Rafan what color clothes do you want to wear today ? "Laras, who had sought advice from his boss, was asked.
"It's up to you" was the quick response.
Laras finally took after a blue suit and white shirt complete with a white tie with blue stripes accents that matched his taste after seeing Rafan's unconcerned reaction.
It's calculated to change his boss's suit, who usually wears a black suit to work.
"Here, sir, I have chosen Mr. Rafan's clothes for today," Laras said as he placed the suit and shirt on his bed.
"Give it to me," he said, reaching out his hand. "First, put on your shirt and pants," Rafan explained.
"how about my underwear. ?"
Huh ?!
Laras was perplexed and surprised when she heard her boss's words. She also had to prepare Rafan's "that."
"What is underwear ?" Laras asked innocently.
Rafan just nodded. "You think I don't wear underwear to work?" he responded.
"Take it quickly, it must be half past seven now, you open my cupboard again, there's a drawer underneath, my underwear is there, you choose which one you take."
Laras couldn't take his gaze away from Rafan's words, which were almost effortless and not at all awkward.
He's talking about the underwear, so how come the boss is so calm and shameless, especially when discussing the interior with his female secretary?
Rafa's shame appears to have vanished.
Laras took Rafan's black underwear as soon as he opened the drawer, and Laras quickly closed the drawer and cupboard after taking Rafan's black underwear.
"This, sir." Laras immediately handed Rafan the underwear.
For a brief moment, the two of them stood facing each other, Laras perplexed as to what she was going to do next and she waited for Rafan to give her instructions.
"Now that you're facing my back, close your eyes," Rafan instructed.
"Huh ?" Laras inquired, a little awkwardly.
"Do you want to see me change my clothes?"
Laras immediately shook her head, "Of course she didn't want to," he said, "what kind of woman is she seeing a guy changing clothes?"
The woman immediately turned around, covering her eyes with her palms. "Yes, sir," said Laras.
Rafan quickly opened his kimono towel and groped the clothes in his hand.
"Don't look"
"Not at all, sir!"
The boss is extremely irritable, if I had known this was job, I never would not have accepted it.
"Who were you here with?" Rafan inquired as he struggled to put on his clothes.
"With My young brother."
"Did you bring everything you needed?"
Lara gave a nod. "Yes Sir."
"Where do you keep your belongings?"
"I'll delegate it to Mr. Tejo."
"You must place it here; your room will be next to mine."
"Oh, then I'll take it again," Laras replied.
Rafan took nearly twenty minutes to change clothes while continuing to converse with Laras.
"You can now open your eyes," Rafan said.
Laras turned around, looked at Rafan, and... Laras immediately smiled, amused by Rafan's haphazard clothing, mismatched buttons, unbuttoned pants, and messy hair.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I need to clean up first."
Laras patiently corrected Rafan's clothes; their position was very close, and Laras was like a wife getting her husband ready for work.
"It had to be my father and sister," Rafan said to Laras, who was now fixing his shirt.
"I'm sure they're surprised to see you because I haven't told them yet."
Laras simply nodded as he wrapped a jacket around Rafan's body. "After all, who looked after Pak Rafan before there was me?"
"At the very least, Mr. Tejo, if not Mrs. Inem," he responded.
Laras stopped asking and began straightening Rafan's hair, Rafan's tall body forcing Laras to tiptoe to touch the man's hair.
"Just tell me if it's difficult, and let me go down," Rafan said as he bowed his head slightly, bringing their gazes together.
Laras was transfixed for a moment; she had not expected to be this close to Rafan, even to the point of looking directly into the man's eyes; Rafan's face was now clearly visible, and even Laras could tell that Rafan had a mole on his sharp nose.
Laras wake up. Wake up!
Laras repeatedly reminded himself of his current position, which was only as a worker who was paid by Rafan at the end of the month, and she had to stay focused.
Laras returned to smoothing Rafan's thick silky hair and arranging it as neatly as she could.
"Already?" Rafan, who was probably beginning to feel sore from his current body position, inquired.
"Oh.. ye..ah yes sir"
Laras stepped back, keeping her distance from the boss, shame and awkwardness settling in her heart.
"All right, then, let's go out, and don't forget to bring my briefcase."
"Yes, sir," I say.
Laras immediately obeyed Rafan's orders, taking Rafan's briefcase from the buffet near the TV, then taking Rafan's hand to get out and down the stairs, below, to be precise in the dining room, Laras could see that there were already several people sitting there, as if waiting for their arrival, Laras could also see the woman and man who had knocked on Rafan's room.
***
Laras made it even more awkward when she arrived at the dining table and sat Rafan there, all eyes were fixed on Laras, and after Rafan sat, even Laras didn't dare to sit there and instead stood behind her boss.
"Rafan..." a man's deep voice called out to his son, who was none other than Rafan's father.
"Good morning, Mr. Nareswara," Rafan said.
Laras could only look down, but from the look in his eyes, there was an old woman who immediately served Rafan as soon as the man sat down, like taking food and pouring milk; perhaps Rafan was referring to Inem.
"Morning," said Rafan's father, Nareswara.
"Oh, that Bitch! You haven't returned home yet ?"
Laras lowered her head, the bitchy woman liked to keep herself slutty for some reason, it seemed like Laras was wearing polite and not sexy clothes, but the woman kept saying Laras was like that.
"Ririn!" reprimanded another woman, who,despite her age and beauty, had to be Rafan's mother.
Rafan appeared to be smiling, as if he was used to hearing filthy words from his brother's mouth. "She's woken up ? the feeling last night was still staggering," Rafan mocked.
"It turns out to be true, if the fruit does not fall far from the tree, the mother is now her child..."
"Oh, that Bitch! You haven't returned home yet ?"
Laras lowered her head, the bitchy woman liked to keep herself slutty for some reason, it seemed like Laras was wearing polite and not sexy clothes, but the woman kept saying Laras was like that.
"Ririn!" reprimanded another woman, who,despite her age and beauty, had to be Rafan's mother.
Rafan appeared to be smiling, as if he was used to hearing filthy words from his brother's mouth. "She's woken up ? the feeling last night was still staggering," Rafan mocked.
"It turns out to be true, if the fruit does not fall far from the tree, the mother is now her child..."
"Stop talking!" Rafan was now silent with a tense face and clenched hands, while Nareswara snapped and Laras looked down in fear.
Ririn didn't seem to mind; the woman ate casually, without showing any signs of fear or distress.
"Now, Rafan, try to explain..." Laras caught Nareswara's eye. "Who is this lady?"
"Her name is Laras, and she works for me."
"Now, let's play with the secretary!" Ririn yelled, and the woman looked at Laras. "The makeup is simple, but it works..."
"You can stop talking, Ririn!" Nareswara scolds, then turns to face Rafan. "Keep going, Rafan," he said.
"Yes, she is my secretary and assistant, but only for one month, because you said yesterday that I could only donate the eye for a month, so I'm looking for someone who wants to help Me for a month, and I also have permission to use the guest room next to my room for Laras to use."
Nareswara nodded and returned her gaze to Laras. "But why are there women when there aren't any men? Why don't you just show Seno, he was the one who helped you yesterday?"
Rafan nodded in agreement. "Yes, there is Seno, but I can't focus because he sees Seno, and he has a lot of work that he can't handle while the company needs him, so I decides not to help Seno any longer."
Nareswara didn't respond, but her face wasn't the same as it had been when she saw Laras.
"Yes, if that's your decision," Nareswara finally said.
The family returned to their breakfast, and Laras waited with his head down, occasionally glancing at Ririn, who continued to stare at him cynically.
"Hopefully you're not his target, Ras," Laras prayed to himself.
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