Because Omelette

"I told you to make an omelette, why are you making this?"

Huh ?

Oh God! I don't understand this man's muddled words; let's look at the omelette on the table, I made the omelette in accordance with Rafan's orders, I'm even certain that the omelette I made adhered to the recipe I saw on the website. Internet.

But why is Rafan reprimanding me?

"But this is ome..."

"I don't want to eat this omelette, so make it again!"

Rafan shifted the flat plate containing the omelette with a dissatisfied expression on his face, annoyance visible on his face.

What kind of omelette would Rafan want me to make if the omelette I'm making now is incorrect? I really don't get it!

I looked at the omelette for a moment before turning to face Rafan, who was now looking the other way. "Mr. Rafan, please tell me what kind of omelette you want. Allow me to adjust it to your liking "Laras said after adjusting his patience breath.

For a brief moment, Rafan was deafeningly silent. "You mentioned having instant noodles in the pantry, I'd like to make an omelette with instant noodles, can you make such an omelette? That omelette looks delicious "Rafan kept Laras silent like an idiot.

I can't stop being surprised by Rafan's response, I believe it's unusual for Rafan's class to know an omelette like that, rather than an omelette wrapped in high nutrition, hygienic ingredients and sprinkled with expensive cheese on top, rather than an omelette made from a mixture of eggs and instant noodles.

Rafan knows how to make an omelette like that?!

Laras' lips moistened as a result of Rafan's words. "Are you sure you want to make that omelette, Mr. Rafan?" Laras inquired, still in disbelief.

Rafan gave a brief nod. "Yes, I want an omelette like that; if it can be fried a little longer, I like a slightly burnt omelette," he replied.

Both Laras and Seno exchanged puzzled looks, they couldn't believe Rafan, who used to be a hangout kid at expensive restaurants and super high class nightclubs, could even know what fried instant noodle omelette was, even He prefers it charred.

"All right, sir, I'll do it."

Because there was no other option but to comply with the boss's wishes, Laras immediately lifted the plate from the boss's table and planned to leave.

"After you finish, come back here and accompany me to interview employees!" Rafan exclaimed.

"Huh ? But. Mr. Seno..."

"Seno is not my secretary, you are my secretary, he merely assists. So, as soon as you finish making the omelette, come with me here "Rafan said.

"Alright Sir"

Laras approached the door, almost opened it, She hand on the doorknob, but Rafan spoke again, his tone relaxed yet cold, capable of making She freeze and hurt at the same time.

"Don't cause drama in this office, especially for inappropriate things like that!" Rafan warned calmly.

Laras bolted from the room, closing the door behind him with a sigh of pain. She was deeply offended by what boss had said.

Why is it that all people in positions of power open their mouths so easily, talk as they please without regard for other people's feelings, and even open their mouths after arbitrarily judging the situation they see, without first asking, without seeking the truth, they are just boasting and feel the most correct.

Laras smiled coldly, his hand holding a plate, his thoughts returning to his boss's words. "Yes, why do they find out, they say that too, because they want to protect themselves, Rafan, and the people up there, yes... it's like that," Laras said quietly.

For a brief moment, I realized who I really am, a shield for those above, people below like me, set us up this and that, not for our benefit, but to protect them.

"Hey Laras!"

Laras turned to face the source of the voice, and the disaster struck once more, Javas... the person who had gotten me into trouble stood in front of me, making me look at him with annoyance.

"How do you know what my name is ?" Laras asked, disapprovingly when Javas called she name, it appeared Laras had not told him her name.

Javas took a step closer to him. "I overheard Mr. Seno calling you"

When he heard Javas' words, Laras sighed, too tired to deal with this man. "What do you desire? We don't appear to have any business."

For God's sake, I'm really lazy to meet this guy named Javas; so far, I've managed to avoid quite a bit of trouble, but why have I been in so much trouble since meeting this guy?

Javas made a fool of himself in front of Laras, scratching the back of his neck as if he was nervous. "Hmm... I'm..."

Javas stuttered in front of Laras, as if he was struggling to find the right words to say to her, causing the woman to sigh once more. "Sorry? If you just want to say that, stay away from me, you've caused enough trouble, I'm sorry but don't bother me any longer." Laras stated.

Javas remained silent, forcing the two of them to stare at each other, Laras with tired expression and Javas with his deep gaze. There was no response from Javas until a weak smile parted on his lips. "Fine, if that's what you want, sorry once more," he replied quietly, so quietly that only Laras could hear him.

"Thenexcuse me."

Javas froze in place as Laras walked past him, further and further away through the long corridor, there were only the two of them there, Javas was like a man being dumped by his lover, didn't move, just stood in place, until finally he shifted his face to look at Laras, who kept walking further and further away, turned and entered one of the rooms.

***

"How and where did you meet Laras?" Rafan inquired after finishing interviews with potential employees.

"behind the office, in the garden."

Rafan just nodded. "Do you want me to call the next person?" Seno, who was now seated next to his boss inquired.

Rafa extended his hand. "Later, I'm thirsty, please get me something to drink."

Seno grabbed the glass from the table and handed it to Rafan, who appeared thirsty because he drank the water in the glass until there was nothing left.

"Did that Javas guy really show up at the party yesterday? Is he Laras's partner ?" Rafan inquired several times.

To be honest, I'm not sure about that either, the problem is that after the dance, the boss immediately asked me to go home, and even during the dance, I kept hearing curses come out of Rafan's mouth, so all I could think about was a change in Rafan's mood, which I believe was caused by Rafan's fight with Vano; I didn't even have time to think about Laras.

"Why are you silent?" Rafan inquired, his brow furrowed. "What kind of guy is he?" Rafan inquired once more.

"What do you mean Mr. Rafan?"

"Javas, how is that guy? I'm asking because I'm considering accepting him or not"

Seno scratched his brow and looked at his boss, which Rafan couldn't see at the time. "You haven't heard of Javas' work CV, the man graduated from..."

"Physical! I'd like to see the physical representation "Rafan confirmed what he wanted to know.

"Oh physically," Seno nodded for a moment, as if he was thinking about and imagining Java's face. "He's tall, his face is quite handsome, sir, his skin is brown, he appears to have an Arabic face, because he has a sharp nose with thick brows, and he's a bit muscular as well," Seno said, describing Javas' appearance in detail.

"Height? What is He height?" Rafan inquired once more, his face a little puzzled.

"I think it's about 180 centimeters," Seno estimated, but strangely... when he saw his boss, he suddenly smiled arrogantly.

"Oh, that means I'm taller, 185 centimeters."

"Yes Sir."

Both of them returned to their own thoughts, Rafan looking up at the ceiling and Seno reading several sheets of paper next to his boss, checking everything he needed to check.

"Why did Laras take so long to make the omelette, my stomach was already ringing," Rafan grumbled as he continued to play his chair.

Seno remained silent, continuing to read the sheet of paper in his hand until the vibration of his boss' cell phone broke the silence.

"Who?" Rafan, who couldn't see it, asked.

Seno looked at the screen of his boss's phone, which was turned on; there was an incoming call with the name 'Daddy,' the contact who was currently contacting him.

"Your father," Seno replied, but Rafan looked hesitant when he heard it. "Would you like to be appointed or not, sir?" Seno, who was now holding Rafan's cellphone, asked.

Rafan responded with a nod, but his expression indicated that he was hesitant to pick up the phone.

Seno immediately pressed the phone to Rafan's right ear until the man grabbed the phone himself, at the same time, the door to the room suddenly opened, showing Laras who was now carrying a plate of omelette Rafan ordered.

"Hello, what's the matter?" Rafan said as he picked up the phone.

Seno immediately signaled Laras not to make a noise and to place the plate slowly, to which Laras responded with his movements.

"No, I'm not busy, what's the matter ?" Rafan stated once more.

Seno motioned for Laras to take the chair in front of Rafan, which he did. Laras looked at Rafan, who was now busy listening to what people were saying on the phone.

"Oh, when was that?"

Only Rafan's voice can be heard in the room now; both Seno and Laras are silent while listening to Rafan on the phone with his father; his face occasionally changes, his forehead suddenly frowns, his head nods, and his lips pursed until Rafan finished his call and began talking.

"The day after tomorrow I'm on leave, I need to check my eyes and see a doctor, Laras comes with me while Seno please handle everything, I will ask Laras to postpone all meetings or meetings the day after tomorrow, so Seno only needs to control the company," said Rafan as he hung up the phone, which shocked both of them, especially Seno.