9. Stupid Lamb and The Wolf

I am stunned and absolutely pissed-hearing his husky voice on the line, my heart's rate rises in a split second. 

What should I do? 

"You just have to come here, and fetch this packet of clothes. It's your responsibility, or you'll be fired from Sleek Laundry?"

I strengthen my grip of the phone's cable. I could hear the thunder roaring wildly outside. It will be raining hard by the time I go back to the apartement. But, the sly devil is right, it IS my responsibility, and I don't want to be fired. This is my first day working, and I don't want to ruin it.

"Come to my penthouse, top floor of the building. I will be waiting, on my bed... naked, and ready for you!" He whispered the last words. 

I hear a click on the phone--the devil cut off the line... the devil... hissshh!! Can't voodoo work for him? I want to stab the doll alone then. Hundreds of time. I, making a mental note to find someone to make a voodoo ritual on him. 

I look into the lady standing in front of me with her questioning eyes. "I... I will take care of the packet. Could you lend me a raincoat? I'll ride my bike and fetch it alone."

"Bowo will take you there with the car."

"N... No... it's okay. I know he has things to do... soo... I'll take my bike."

Fia sighs heavily, and walks around the administration table. She couldn't reach the 30x30 locker which is at the top shelves of the black painted wooden locker made for the employee's belonging. She is on her tiptoes to reach the locker.

She should be mad at me, but she is NOT, and that makes me feel guilty for my careless-doing. How in the world I could left the packet there and ranaway without delivering it-yet the aim of my first step entering the high-class apartment was to deliver the packet. I was too frightened when I saw Blaze, and right that moment, the only rational thing my brain could do was-ordering my body to run. Run fast so he couldn't touch me. 

I said goodbye to the first boss whom I am gratefully admit-is very nice. I row my bike while wearing the raincoat. I write a mental note, to bring my raincoat anywhere after today, because of the rainy season, and I must stop at the Pharmacy for a vitamin. Me being sick is a No.. No. 

Along the road, I am engulfed by the dark sky and heavy rain, eventhough the raincoat has protected me along the way, still... I could feel my clothes and pants wet because of the rain. I couldn't risk to stop and wait until the rain is over, it will take time--this rain is too heavy to stop soon and I don't want to waste time. I need... NO... I must get over this problem soon.

I arrive at the skyscraper building wet and exhausted, yet I run and enter the apartment still wearing the raincoat. At the entrance door, a diffrent security guy greets me warmly asking for the reason I come there and... again... asking for my identity. After the interrogation, he lets me enter and helps with my raincoat which he stores besides the tall locker not far from the door.

With mixed feeling between afraid and mad with the devil's sly play, I - once again enter the lift and head to the top floor as instructed. The security guy told me that there are two lifts, the one which could be used by public is the one that take me to the top floor, and another lift is the V.I.P lift--just by the name, it only allowed the Penthouse's owner or the highest manager to use it.

I see a small screen above the lift's door--the screen is showing the lift's position, in which floor I am. The penthouse is located at the top most of the building, and it means I must hit the 27th floor.

Time ticking too slow when the lift go from the first floor to the next one, with my too-fast heartbeat and my too-wet-thanks-to the rain clothes, I'm shivering inside the air-conditioned cubicle. When the lift stops at every floor, whether the employee or the visitor are looking at me distatefully, due to my appereance which is not very suitable for the high-class environment. My clothing which consist jeans and Tshirt, dull colors and not branded.. Plus they are wet. I look like a cat stranded in a rain. 

I arrive at the top floor, when the lift is opened, the fresh citrus aroma hit my nose like bricks. Along a corridor in front of me, the floor is covered by the red luxurious carpet which looks thick,  soft and elegant, the wall is painted with the same tone-making anyone who step foot on this floor feels the superior elegancy. The aroma alone is maybe will cost hundred dollars. 

I walk along the corridor which is completed with many beautiful painting came from famous painter and maybe cost more than 6 digits. At the corner of the corridor, there's a big-wooden-black painted door and I walk heading to that door anxiously. I'm trying to slow my erratic heartbeat, I look like a lamb that comes to the wolf willingly, presenting my self to the wolf to be bitten and ravished-such a silly lamb! What an idiot lamb. 

I hit the door-bell of the devil's penthouse--a guy who is actually my lecture--a guy who has hunted my mind, hunted my dream, and even my awake state. When the bell rings, I hear a voice from the intercom.

"Just enter... it's not locked!!"

This evil being intends to trap me?? And he thinks I'm stupid enough to do what he wants? I won't be the stupid lamb and present my body to him willingly, I will NOT enter the door!! I will only ask for the laundry-packet from where I stand.

I press the bell for the second time, and once again the evil-guy's voice sounds from the intercom, asking me to enter the door.

"Sorry, Sir, I can take the packet from here," I try to make my voice calm and strict, wishing he know that I don't want to enter his house.

Moment after that, the black wooden door is opened, showing the figure who has hunted my life since the first time I saw him. He leans his body to the door, a very tempting pose. He wears a home-clothing which is faded blue jeans combined with a light brown T-shirt, his hair looks dishelved, and even at this state he looks devilishly better than the international top model.

"Come in!! You won't get the packet if you are not coming in." After saying those words with his stoic yet intimidating face, he left me alone by the door and let the door opened ajar. 

Unwillingly and with shaking body-due to the fear of this evil and the cold rain, I step forward and enter the penthouse. It is dominated by the minimalis furniture and mostly by glass. The room is covered by a black wallpaper. There's a flat television hanging by the wall, in front of a black leather sofa. The floor is layered by the light gray carpet.

I want to turn back to the door and open my dirty and wet shoes, but stopped suddenly when he says something relaxly,

"Don't open your shoes, you can wear it in." 

"But you could open the other garmens, I am very interested." He said smirking and winking his eyes at me. He sits on the leather black sofa in the middle of the room. He pats the sofa next to him, asking me to sit besides him.

Huh... you wish!!