I Drive My Boss's Expensive Cars ( I Hope I Didn't End Up in The Hospital)

I know I'm young. Sometimes stupid and naive. But believe me, I know quite a lot of people in this world. I have friends who are not always well-behaved, sometimes I come across people who are cheating and annoying. I even had an ex who like to lie and cheat behind my back. But believe me! The person named Steven Joshua is the type of person I never expected to be in my life. He's the worst, the worst of all human beings I've ever known.

I know the problems of someone who works in the creative industry. Whether you are an architect, an artist, writer, filmmaker, graphic designer, and others, you are never free from a case called 'plagiarism'. And I think plagiarism is equal to piracy, theft, robbery. The point is..., using somebody else's works, without respecting their hard work. And acknowledge their work as your work, that is disgusting. And Damn! I had to feel that kind of injustice early in my career.

I don't understand why Steven was so mean to me. I never bothered him. I even helped him when he was helpless. May be is too overreact if I say that he owes me his life. However, I still troubled myself just to help him. And although there is a part of me that whispers, that I regret to be kind to him. But my heart does not want a feel any regret. I hope I can maintain my idealism and kindness, at least until tonight, until I speak to Steven one-on-one.

I have to admit, I don't know what I had in mind when I drew the new design for the showroom building. Maybe because I was bored while waiting for Steven's condition to go better. I don't know…. One thing I know, I don't like the design that Steven has made. And I wondered, what if I designed the building. Yes, I made a showroom version of myself, Sandra's version. I know, I should have kept it in my brain, but unfortunately, my hands were too itchy to draw until finally, Steven was able to take my idea and put it out in front of Madam Devil.

Yes, it's 100% my drawing. That's my sketch, I can even see the shading characteristic of my hand in that picture. Yes, It was my drawing which was displayed on the projector screen, shown to everyone, and unfortunately known to be the work of a genius architect named Steven Joshua, not Sandra Bayu Hutama. And I am curious to see people's reactions. I don't care how the rest of Team A reacts to my design, but the expression of the one and only Madam Devil already says it all. The smile on that woman's lips, the glint on her face that showed great excitement, from there I knew I had a bright future in the architectural world.

"Steven, this is great!" complimented Madam Devil on my drawing.

"This is just a sketch, ma'am. The proportions and shape will be improved again along with the inclusion of the spatial program. Don't worry, we will soon work on the design in more detail so that it can be presented in front of the client."

"Good job! I like it. The initial shape is quite simple but the mass curves on the facade look perfect. Perfect!" praised Anna Gunadi.

Should I make another quote poster?

"Perfect!" Anna Gunadi 2021.

The quote that came out of Anna Gunadi's mouth about my design. If only, if I presented it, would she still be praising like that? If only, one day Anna Gunadi praised my work, I will write the quote above, almost on the large billboards. Praised by Anna Gunadi, it is an event that should be celebrated by the whole of Jakarta. It should even be more lively than the Jakarta Fair. More precisely, I will write like this.

"Good Job! I like it. This building is simple in shape but the curves of the facade are beautiful, perfect!" Anna Gunadi 2021 to the sketch made by Sandra Bayu Hutama.

But sadly, the credit isn't for me, it's for Steven. And I'm sure, that annoying man, won't admit if it's a drawing of his assistant, the new junior architect, a freshly graduated and inexperienced newbie. And as I suspected, he didn't do anything, including mention my name. Until finally the presentation ended and Mrs. Anna went home with a proud smile at the talented architects who worked in her bureau. But for me? I can't go home without an explanation. I don't want this craziness to get any worse. So, I waited for my boss to have a one-on-one talk with him.

"Knock... knock... knock...."

"Please, Enter!" Steven's voice was hoarse, declaring that his condition had not yet fully recovered.

"Night, sir!"

"Hey, newbie, what's up?" he asked when he saw me coming into his room.

"Sir, the drawing in the presentation..."

"Can you drive a car?" Steven cut me off before I could speak a full sentence. I'm not surprised, not a Steven Joshua if he doesn't cut my words. He never cared about other people. The man is too selfish, even to listen to my complete sentence.

"Yes, I can!" I answered the question. "But, I came here to..."

"Take me home!" he says as he threw down his car keys.

"Bu… But sir?"

"Come on!" he stood up and quickly walked out of the building.

I don't understand what just happened? What's going on in that annoying human's head? It's not real, is it? Steven let me drive his super cool car? Does he believe me, or is he contemplating suicide? He never even saw me drive a car. He may intend to kill me with an accidental alibi! Oh, right, that must be the reason! He must have wanted to kill me so that there would be no eyewitnesses to what he was doing.

"Sir, I don't want to!" I say right before getting into the car.

"What?" asks Steven confuse. He turns around and looks at me with a wrinkle of disapproval on his forehead.

"I don't want to drive you home!" I'll say it again. That's right, Sandra, once in a while, you have to show the real you. Sandra is not a weak woman who can easily be bullied by somebody. Sandra is a brave, strong woman! Sandra will not lose by anything. Just as Hemione wouldn't lose to Draco Malfoy, Sandra wouldn't lose to Steven either.

I know my emotions are high. Many events today that make me disappointed, very disappointed. I'm angry, even though I don't like to be angry. But I have to admit, I was angry! I waited for Steven's reaction to my anger, but what I got was different than usual. He didn't reply to my yelling with another, louder one. Steven just go silent, and it worried me. Could it be that he felt guilty for taking my idea? Steven? Feel guilty? Impossible.

He walked slowly, toward me helplessly. Did my words turn his legs into spaghetti? Is he afraid of me? I looked at his face, he didn't look like anyone would scold me, his expression was more, sad, like, maybe you know, like a man who has been sad because of a breakup.

Breakups? Hii...uhh, that word makes me disgusted. No, no, no, don't let Steven fall in love with me. Go! Far away, go, go, go... I wish he would stay away, but the situation is turning even more awkward. Steven raised his hand and took mine. He held my hand so tightly that makes my hair stand up. Makes me shiver down my spine. What can I do, the touch is cold, I feel touched by a ghost-like creature. I closed my eyes, hoping this strange situation was just a mirage. Please, Steven, don't be rude to me, or I'll have to punch you!

"Open!" he says in an annoying tone.

"Open? open what?" I ask surprised. Don't let him do anything. Remember, if he intends to harass me, I will not hesitate to beat him.

"Open your eyes?" His voice heard very cold.

"Eyes?" I say while peeking. I finally decided to open my eyes. I had to pay attention to what Steven was up to. I have to find a change, to run away, to get out of this super awkward situation.

Steven gripped my hand tightly, then lowered his head so his gaze was so close to mine. He raised my hand so I touched his forehead. Ok, this is going too far, I'm going to beat him up. One…, two…, three….

"Uh, You have a fever? Sir?" I asks when I realized that his forehead was already as hot as coals on the grill.

Steven nodded weakly and his limp body began to run out of energy until his large body began to trouble my small body. "Wait a minute, sir!" I immediately led him into his car.

"Where are we going? To your home, sir?" I ask Steven. I have to confirm our destination. At least I should know where to take Steven to.

"Yes, my home!" he answers weakly.

"Ok, just hold on, ok!" I say quickly shifting to the driver's seat, buckled up, and immediately start the engine of this luxury car.

"BRUUUMM... BRUMM..."

Just from the sound, I can tell how expensive his car is. And since it's Steven's orders, I don't want to be blamed if I mess up the car a bit. Maybe you don't know why my parents didn't let me drive in Jakarta? Because even though I can drive, I can't... park well. Ah, ok, ok, I admit, I'm a bad driver and I don't want to take any responsibility if this beautiful car suffers a few, or maybe more dents.

I immediately drive his car and took Steven out. I try to drive it carefully. I don't intend to cause trouble because a car like this won't end up in a cheap car workshop. I don't want anything bad to happen to me, to Steven, or this beautiful office inventory car.

"Sir? Sorry, I forgot, should we turn left or go straight?" I ask frantically. Please don't judge me for my ignorance. I've been to Steven's house many times, but this is the streets of Jakarta, I still don't remember it well.

"Sir?" I asked once again because Steven didn't answer my question. So I finally decided to pull the car over to the side. Getting lost wasn't a good idea, so I better decided to stop.

"Sir!" I say a little annoyed. What's wrong with this man. Is it too hard to answer? Turn left or go straight. It's just a word. Turn or go straight, what's the problem. Maybe the purpose of this man's life is only to trouble others! I immediately looked at Steven. Looking for answers as to why he came into my life just to bring trouble. Why is he so happy to complicate other people's lives. After looking at him I finally knew, this time, he didn't mean to bother me.

"Sir!" call me worried. It seemed he was unconscious. "Hey, Steven! Wake up!" I say worriedly. Why does this kind of thing have to happen again, the second time shortly? I wanted to panic and scream for help, but nope, that wasn't Sandra. Panic will not solve the problem. I took a deep breath, winning my restless heart. Until I finally decided what to do.

I opened my cellphone, google Maps apps to be more precise. I know where to go. I typed in my destination, and the red arrow quickly found the closest route. The fastest way to the hospital. I don't care, Steven might be angry and even fire me. He managed to yell at me yesterday, and I'm sure he'll yell at me again when he wakes up. But I don't care, I just want him to be okay. That's the little prayer I asked God before I hit the gas pedal on my foot again. And I hope, God grants my simple wish.