Present Day

Sonya Ardhamevia is indeed beautiful with her olive skin, smooth, and clean. She is also relatively young, 27 years old. But, she's not the kind of woman you want to be your girlfriend let alone your wife. She's very, very annoying. At least, that's what Satya—30 years old—has been dreaming about in front of his computer screen.

This Balinese-blooded man whose full name is Abripraya Satya Nagara is not the typical cowardly man who will just accept someone's insults against him. However, towards Miss Sonya—that's how all the employees in this office called Sonya Ardhamevia—Satya had to restrain himself from time to time, holding back his anger. Well, after all, Sonya is the supervisor in their office.

And also, she was a woman, it was unethical for a man to hit a woman.

Perhaps, none of the employees in this office liked Sonya. Well, of course, unless we're talking about something else, about her beauty and amazing body shape. If you're lucky you can take her to bed, for example, or just imagine the beauty of her curves when you masturbate.

There is not a single person who does not know the rumors circulating within the private insurance company's office, the rumors about Sonya being the mistress of the owner of the company itself.

And well, it was because of this that all the employees at the branch office where Satya worked, not a single one of them dared to refute anything Sonya said, including Satya himself.

Slam!

Satya almost screamed because he was shocked by the sound of a loud slap on the wall that was dividing his desk so that some of the scraps that were originally stuck there came off.

Well, the culprit is Sonya who stares at Satya so sharply while holding a famous fashion magazine. The sound of the slap on the table also startled some employees there.

"What are you doing, hmm?"

"Miss Sonya," Satya had to take a deep breath to calm his pounding heart. "I am sorry, I–"

"How many clients have you got?"

"Sorry, not one yet."

"Great!" Sonya said while banging the magazine in her hand against Satya's desk. "You know, it's useless for this company to pay you if you can only get one or two clients a month!"

And yes, if that's the case, Satya can only lower his eyes. It wasn't because he was afraid or anything, he was doing it so he wouldn't explode because of his hatred for Sonya which was so great.

Satya has been working at the company for two years as an insurance agent. And during that time, not once did Satya receive a compliment from Sonya even though he had more than twenty clients in a month.

Sometimes, Satya thought, maybe that's the character of a Sonya. Or, maybe she was acting that way on purpose because of the rumors that had circulated in the office before Satya became an employee there, you name it to cover her disgrace.

"You see that?" Sonya pointed at the phone on the table in front of Satya. "You already have data on all residents in Jakarta. Now, use that phone, get a client right now!"

"Yes, ma'am," Satya nodded, it was better than having to listen to her ravings that made his feeling hurt.

"Tch!" Sonya snorted as she turned around. "What an incompetent!"

And of course, among the many employees, there will always be one or two people who are happy about what happened to Satya. But he was no longer surprised by this.

Human, ch! He mumbled in his heart. Happy to see other people struggling, mad to see other people happy.

There is so much badness in this company that sometimes Satya thinks of just quitting, and resigning. However, in Jakarta, it is very difficult to find a job. So, like it or not, he must accept all the consequences. And the most annoying became a mocking for everyone in the office.

Thanks to Sonya for making Satya a loser in the eyes of his co-workers.

Even though he insisted on returning to his homeland, in Bali, Satya felt it would be useless. Not in Jakarta, nor in Bali, Satya always lives alone because his loved family is gone. The only thing he will meet in a remote area on the island of Bali is an old house left by his parents, a house that is inherited from generation to generation.

So, that's why Satya is still staying in Jakarta even though his hatred for Sonya is getting bigger day by day.

And that day, again Satya failed to get a client even though he had used all the beautiful words so that some people he tried to contact were interested in buying the insurance polish he offered.

"Don't think too much about it," said Matthew—28, one of Satya's office mates that afternoon when their working hours were over.

Satya just snorted softly in response to the man's words. He knew for a fact that Matthew wasn't the type of office partner he could trust either. Even Satya was sure, that Matthew must have laughed when Sonya scolded him earlier.

"Sonya is just looking for a face, man! Attention seeking… you know that so that people respect her as a boss. Though, well… we all know, she's just a mistress, a whore."

Satya didn't want to hear Matthew's words because he knew that Matthew was always stealing opportunities to record Sonya. There was one time when the mulatto man made a video of Sonya's crotch while she scolded a coworker and used the contents of the video as material for his imagination to masturbate.

Disgusting! Satya snorted in his heart. If Sonya had given herself up for him to have sex with, Satya would have refused because of his deep hatred for his boss.

In other words, Matthew is a typical two-headed snake. It was only because the direction of the road back to his boarding house was in the same direction as the half-blood man's apartment, which was why Satya was more often in line with Matthew every time he came home from work. If not, he certainly didn't want to hear the chatter of a man who had a great desire for Sonya.

What a hypocrite! cursed Satya in the heart.

The gate of the boarding house was closed and locked. Unfortunately, Satya forgot to bring the key. So with great force, he banged on the gate so that someone came out to open the door.

A woman wearing only a thin negligee rushed out of the front room. Her face was suddenly sullen when she found out that it was Satya who was pounding the gate.

"Didn't you bring your key?" asked the woman with a sour expression on her face.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Henny," said Satya. "I forgot to bring my key."

"Oh, you're annoying," said Henny—40 years old, who is the owner of the boarding house. "I thought you were a package delivery man. Damn it!"

"Sorry…"

The owner angrily opened the gate.

"Sorry," Satya said again, and he gulped with a downturned look.

How come not? Henny, who was only wearing a negligee, seemed to be deliberately showing off her body shape that was visible under her thin clothes.

Even Satya was sure that Henny wasn't wearing a bra—as she had always done, especially when her husband wasn't home. Her large breasts swayed as she stepped, even her nipples seemed to taper on the surface of her negligee. And the pink panties are also clearly visible, molding the shape of her hips which is quite beautiful.

This is also one thing that always confuses Satya. At the office he was always annoyed by Sonya, at home he was always grumpy to see the behavior of the owner of the boarding house.

Amid a free life in a metropolitan city like Jakarta, anything can happen. Including, paying monthly fees for the rooms they rent with body warmth and intercourse.

Well, at least, Satya knows for sure that three or four people from the boarding house have done this, paying the rent by making love to Henny. Of course, all of this was done without her husband's knowledge.

But not with Satya, he was never interested in having sex with Henny to replace the rent for his room. If he had no money, he would rather owe it to someone he knew.

Of the twelve available rented rooms in the big house, nine rooms are occupied by single men, most of whom are office workers like Satya himself and one or two college students. The remaining three rooms are occupied by young women who are night workers in one of the capital's top bars.

With the boarding house owner's indifferent attitude in dressing at home, the three girls who lived in the rented room also behaved the same way, making Satya even dizzier living in the house. Even without asking, Satya knew that almost all the boys in the house had dated the three girls at least once.

Here, too, Satya often thinks about moving to another boarding house. However, only this boarding house is close to the office where he works, and he does not need to use a vehicle to go to work. At the very least, Satya wanted to save little by little for his future.

"Hi, Satya," said a girl who lived in the house in very skimpy clothes. "Just got home from work?"

Satya just smiled and nodded as he walked away from the girl who happened to be in their room opposite each other.