The Big Boss For A Countess
Oase

Doubtfully Contessa fed a spoonful of soup into her tiny mouth, then glanced at Damascus in front of her.

This big man was not seen putting anything in his mouth except wine nearby. Jakarta air tonight is hot, why is the Boss even drinking wine? Wouldn't the body be warmer?

“Why Pak?” contessa's murmurs reprimand Damascus.

“Nothing,” reply the man.

“Mothers don't eat?”

“Neasier,”

“I've never seen you eat,”

“Later tonight I ate,” but when I said that sentence, Damascus while chuckling.

Contessa's memories go back to the past, when she knew a man's tongue licking parts of his body.

And Contessa realized that ‘later that night’ Damascus would eat it. It was his dinner.

Contessa swallowed her saliva which was instantly dry.

Then continued eating in silence, he thought that he did not want to eat too much so that his metabolism remained stable. He does not want a sudden stomach ache or headache later.

His mind was filled with thoughts like ‘did I just waxing lightning in the mall? Need to go to the salon first, right? Take the time to the supermarket below to buy softener lotion, personal fragrance, ah do not forget antiseptic. Duh the soup contains garlic, also buy toothpaste that does not smell canned!

Next the mind of no confidence begins to bully him,

Why does Damascus want me? There were many beautiful women around him. He is a man of power and wealth. What to expect from a careless innocent girl like me? He can get the virginity of many women as he wants, why should I be tied up? What exactly does he see from me?

And various other questions made Contessa pause from her meal and just sit staring at the soup bowl.

“Contessa..”.

The soft call of Damascus that echoes awakens him from delusion. Contessa raised her troubled face and looked at Damascus.

“Ya Sir?”

The face of Damascus this time was different from usual. Be softer.

His eyes looked at Contessa wryly, and a thin smile unraveled on his lips that were slightly covered in a thick sideburn. The typical wrinkle of an elderly man that maturely adorns under his eyes.

An expression that Contessa never saw.

“If you don't want to, I'll back off,”

Contessa to the point of raising her eyebrows. But somehow the thought disturbed his mind.

“How about Sir?” tanya Contessa is confused.

Damascus put down its wine glass

“I also know myself, Tess...” muttered the man while tapping on the edge of his crystal glass, “Men like me with girls like you, who approached because there was business. From the beginning I admitted I was indeed interested in you, and arrogance began to encompass me. I can get everything, why don't I just take advantage of this moment,”

Then Damascus fell silent for a moment and looked at Contessa, “From the beginning you came to me, I was curious and I tried to approach you. But unexpectedly you are constantly sending out green signals. I've been pretty confident since you kissed me, even though I knew it was just to stop me from doing any further,”

Until now Contessa could only be silent.

He has been in a state of stress all this time.

The culture of hard work and the unpredictable nature of Damascus, it makes him tired. Not a strange incident happened yet.

“The clothes you are currently wearing make me aware. It was my wife's shirt, but it only contained a bunch of clothes she never wore. That's why I put it in front. As a reminder, if I have ever experienced a love story that is as it is, without coercion, without pressure, without a business relationship,”

Their dinner was different.

Contessa is really not feeling good.

That's why Damascus only drinks wine this time.

Romance does deal with the heart. The heart affects the mind and the physical. People as strong and as big as Damascus are not necessarily safe when it comes to feelings.

“Pak..” hiss Next Contessa. “Can you take me home? To my stepfather's house,”

**

The house was deserted and Adiwilaga's car wasn't in the garage.

The gate is locked, but without a padlock.

Contessa turned the key boy to the front door thinking, Maybe dad went back to the office, he used to, went home for a while and then went back to the office.

“Where's Adi?” asked Damascus while observing the surroundings.

“He didn't report, sir. Maybe at the office. But he usually comes home. I rarely go home, hehe,” said Contessa as she opened her door.

“Bapak want to enter first? Have a coffee or relax? Who knows my father's home,”

Damascus glanced inward. The house looks beautiful with a simple interior. Adiwilaga. Careful and organized, since the first time he was so. Hence Damascus felt Adi could compensate for his messy self about administration.

“Contessa,” Damascus stands apart from the big pole of the garage buffer, “I don't really want Adi to experience all this,”

Contessa lowered her head while nodding at a glance, “I used to think this Father was so. But now that I know Mr...” Contessa sighed, “After I had her case, it was all my father's fault. He's a little sloppy. Not that I defended myself, but as I recall, we as his family also never asked him to give expensive gifts or a nice living. My mother and I lived well off my father's legacy. My mother is also quite able to invest, so I am interested in studying economics,”

Damascus nodded at Contessa's explanation.

“I still hope your father can recover his business and rejoin us in the company,” Damascus said.

“I guessed it, so my father always helped him, even through other people. Typical Mr. Dama, do not interfere with his own hands, but a whole lot of people make freefall,”

“You seem to know me quite well,”

Contessa just kept quiet while smiling thinly.

“I say yes, say hello to Adi. From tomorrow, if you want, I will move your position to Arini's room only. Too many dangerous things on top,”

It was just a normal farewell.

But it just feels weird.

As if something is not appropriate.

Contessa didn't want this guy to leave, or just turn her back on him.

The girl realized, she was addicted.

It's not a matter of establishment, it's not a question of sexuality, it's not a question of power and wealth. But it's a question of a haughty, authoritarian Damascus figure, but it has a soft heart that is only for Contessa. Be willing to give anything for him. Willing to give his world to Contessa.

Contessa feels appreciated.

The girl felt needed.

From the empathy that arises, it turns into compassion. From feeling depressed, it turns into dependence.

A compulsion that turns into attraction.

It would not be the same if Damascus left.

So then...

Contessa took a step forward, and took the hand of Damascus. Then he grabbed her big fingers.

Again, he was willing to jump into the abyss.

Because he knows that under the abyss there is Oase.