A Little Trap

"I forced him to find me a job. But I didn't know that the company I was working, for now, belonged to you who turned out to be his brother."

Raka took a deep breath. "I already know, Alexa has told me everything, that's why I accepted you to work at my company. Your grades are very good, it would be a shame if you quit halfway. You see, work as my assistant. I will pay all your tuition fees." In a split second Raka turned to Inara and quickly returned to his focus on the main road in front of him.

"Sorry, sir. I can't. You know, I'm just a high school graduate. I can't take a job with such a huge responsibility." Inara looked for reasons to refuse the offer that was given by Raka subtly. He doesn't want to have to work with someone like Raka, the perverted-brained man every day.

"You can cook?"

"Yes," replied Inara.

"Can you manage finances?"

"Of course I can, I'm the one who manages the finances at home," replied Inara.

"Can you take care of the sick?"

Inara nodded slowly. "Certain."

Raka snapped his fingers. "Perfect."

Inara blinked in confusion as she looked at the man next to her. "What's the matter, sir?"

Raka smiled lopsidedly because the plan to lure Inara was successful, he reduced the speed of the car he was driving, then stopped after pulling the car over. He leaned forward while tilting his head to look at Inara. While Inara blinked her eyes pulled back away from Raka's gaze while her hands gripped the seat belt.

"I thought you were a smart girl because of your pretty good grades, but it turns out you're not as smart as I thought."

Realized, with the gaze of Raka the boss. All of the man's questions turned out to be just a trap and he stupidly ate the bait that the man deliberately created.

"Those three things I need from you, nothing else, the rest Zayn will do it. Starting tomorrow come home before I wake up and I don't want to hear any more excuses from your sweet mouth. Do you understand?" Raka wanted to make sure that Inara understood everything he said.

With a heavy heart Inara nodded slowly in agreement, she could neither refuse nor dodge. This is not what Inara wants, she just wants to work to earn money from her sweat, but why is it complicated like this.

"Good." Raka returned to his seat and again stepped on the gas pedal under his feet. His heart jumped with joy, finally what he wanted would come true.

**

Inara is standing right in front of her residence, the simple house she lives in with Aksa, her sister, she enters the house with unsteady steps, her head feels heavy and throbs because it is filled with thoughts, now she has to be stuck with the figure of Raka, a man who At least Inara likes it. To the extent that he didn't notice two figures were sitting on the sofa in the living room who were deliberately waiting for his arrival.

"You just got home, Ra?" And Inara heard clearly, that it was the voice of Aksa, her older sister who was reprimanding her.

"Yes, Mrs. I went up first, today I am very tired," replied Inara with a haggard face without turning to Aksa.

Aksa shook his head slowly with a small smile. "Before going up, could you please make two cups of coffee for you and your's friend, Ra?"

"Yes, Sir. Wait a minute," replied Inara, she walked towards the kitchen. Even though she was tired of mind and energy, Inara couldn't refuse Aksa's orders, considering that it was Aksa's older sister who took care of her from childhood to adulthood. For Inara Aksa not only her brother but also a father and mother to her.

Aksa Pramudita, a thirty-three-year-old man. The figure of a patient and loving older brother, he raised Inara with his own two hands because his father had long died in an accident when Inara was still in his mother's womb. Meanwhile, the mother followed her father and left them for good when Inara was six months old.

Inara walked while carrying a tray containing two cups of coffee. His eyes searched every corner of the room to look for someone, he was surprised that there was no one other than Aksa sitting there, where did the friend that his brother meant.

After he put the two cups of coffee on the table and then he threw his body next to Aksa, he laid his body down by placing his head on Aksa's lap. "Why is Aksa home? Is the workshop quiet?" asked Inara.

Yes, since their father died, Aksa continues the legacy of her father's business. A car repair shop that is not too big with the help of two employees, is at least enough to meet all the needs of the house.

Aksa shook her head slowly, she looked at Inara carefully and Aksa could easily know the expression on her face. "No. Is there a problem at your place of work? Why do you have such an ugly face."

Inara nodded her head while pouting her lips.

"Tell me, what happened?" asked Aksa while stroking Inara's head gently like normal parents who are coaxing their children.

"Guess Mr.Aksa, who did I meet today?"

Aksa frowned deeply. "How do I know, I'm not a psychic who can read someone's mind," Aksa replied, pinching Inara's nose.

Inara got up from where she was lying, then sat down while folding her legs. "After ten years I finally met Zayn again."

"Zayn?" Aksa narrowed his eyes.

Inara nodded in agreement with a shy smile. "Aksa knows, Zayn also works in the same office where I work." However, suddenly the smile on Inara's lips faded.

"Then?"

"Unfortunately, he has to work with someone as arrogant and haughty as Mr Raka."

"So what's wrong with Mr. Raka? Is your boss making it difficult for him and also making it difficult for you?"

"Not only did he make things difficult for me, he even forced me to be his assistant even though I had turned him down," Inara told the story with great enthusiasm.

Aksa chuckled. "Why did you turn it down? Isn't that a great job, a lot of people want to get a position like that?"

Inara folded her arms while looking away if only her brother knew how an asshole Raka was. Aksa will not allow Inara to work with Raka. "Anyway, I don't like him," replied Inara very confidently.

"Then who do you like?"

"Of course Mr Zayn I like, who else?" Instantly his eyes widened as he covered his mouth with both hands, as he spoke casually. His face turned red, he quickly buried his face in his hands.

Aksa chuckled, watching her sister's adorable behavior. Even though Inara has grown into a beautiful teenage girl, for Aksa Inara she is still her baby.

"Mr Aksa," Inara whined as her hands hit Aksa's arm. With a red face, Inara jogged away from her brother Aksa.

Brukk!

Inara's body bounced when she hit someone tall and sturdy, her head ached when she hit that person's hard chest. Before he fell to the floor a strong arm grabbed his waist and pulled his hands and body.