CEO of Maksa Marah

Chapter 60. Felt weird

Since the incident, dinner was. Alan never again sent a romantic message, wrapped in attention to Zia. But, sometimes, he still gave food, to the attendant who was on the night shift.

In about two days, Alan often sent messages. He was disturbed and uncomfortable. But, for some reason, his heart felt empty, as the messages, no longer interrupted his day.

He hates to admit, if he misses Alan's attention. Although, it was only a short message, which made it seem like an important person, in one's life.

Zia applied for three days of leave. He has made the decision to return the home of the CEO's wife's parents. Today, he would vacate the house and inform Ervan's secretary, upon returning to the city.

That morning, the weather was very clear, although the air was cold as the wind blew. Zia departed from dawn and arrived, when the sun had just risen.

Clothes in the closet, already put in the suitcase. Some photo frames and wall hangings, he put them in a box. Later in the afternoon, pick up cars to transport goods, will come. So, he had to clean everything up.

Not felt, it's all done. Zia sat down for a moment, checking her phone.

"He left, without telling me."

Reading a group chat, about doctor Alan going out of town for a seminar. Most of them, ask to be brought by-by.

Zia put down her phone, without commenting in the group. He was too proud, despite just talking about Alan. In fact, both his hands and his heart, were already itchy. Again, it will be healthy, give a warning.

You're nuts! Where is your pride? Did you forget how he insulted you that night?

His heart said something else. Don't you miss him? Don't be hypocritical! You already have feelings for her, but are ashamed to admit it. Aren't you afraid, she's changed and turned to someone else?

Deg.

Zia felt her own misgivings, with her mind and heart at war with each other. If he really loved me, he shouldn't have given up so soon. But, he already hates me, because I'm interested in his best friend.

"Ah, fuck! What am I thinking?" Zia rose from her position.

Cooking utensils, he hasn't finished yet. So, better, he prepared lunch, than to keep thinking about Alan, which left him unfocused.

Fried chicken, stir-fried kale and fried tofu, already presented on the table. Though, he was only alone, but cooked for more portions.

Zia began to move the side dishes on the plate, along with the warm rice. Tasting fried chicken, which is savory. Then, stir-fry the kale, which suddenly makes him stop chewing.

"D-salty!!"

Zia. Snatching, a glass of water nearby. Like, eating a spoonful of salt.

In fact, he is good at cooking, but why can, this season. Only a sigh, heard, while staring at the kale stir-fry.

"I'm going crazy!" his grunts, "Conscious, Zia! She's a playboy, that kind of little attention, it must've been a lot, she's done to other women."

Back chew, after getting rid of the unworthy vegetables, to eat.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the car that will be transporting goods, has arrived.

"Jiang, doctor."

"Corn, Sir. Rest first." Give them a glass of warm tea.

They chatted lightly, about the goods to be transported and Zia's reason, to move. Not much, Zia said. He just reasoned, because he worked in the city.

When they finished, they started to lift things. It starts with the wardrobe, two doors. Continue, dressing table and bed.

"Good day, doctor Zia."

Zia turned her head, there was Ervan and Tirta who suddenly appeared. But, he felt there was less, because Alan was not with them, even though he himself already knew, where Alan was.

"Good day."

"You want to move?" ervan asked pretending not to know.

"really. Actually, I'd like to contact you. But, I don't have your mobile number. So, I thought to, vacate this house first," explained Zia.

"That-that, ...."

Two men in front of him, cheering each other on. Muttering is vague and glaring at each other, like speaking sign language.

"What's wrong?"

"Ah, it's okay."

"Then, please come in."

Zia walked first, behind Ervan following with Tirta.

"Regarding the price, the doctor asked how much? Because, I know, you're spending a lot on the renovation."

"Later, Sir. If we're back in town. Some stuff, I'll leave. Like sofas, dining tables, refrigerators, TVs and stoves."

"Why?"

"I live in the apartment. If you bring all the goods there, fear will be full and narrow. Besides, I've already got in the apartment, if bring any more, for what."

Tirta nodded in understanding. But unlike Ervan, whose haughty nature, suddenly relapsed.

"But, I can buy all the items you mentioned earlier. Can't you just take him? If you need to, you sell to your partner?"

Cih, just say it, if you want to show off, muttered Tirta. T-sook, do not want second-hand goods, but like freebies. What is your arrogant nature, unable to recognize a place? Well, Tirta wanted to ask directly, but what was the power, he could only shout inwardly.

"Sorry, Sir. If I offended you. But, that pick up car, wasn't enough to transport all the stuff. Anyway, if I bring all. I have no place to put it. Regarding selling, I think all my associates, already have all those things."

"Why not just accept it? Isn't that stuff still very good. And also, reduce your expenses" whispered Tirta, who got an answer with her leg violently stepped on.

"Nrank ...." Tirta almost squealed, fortunately she immediately shut her mouth.

"Sir secretary, what's wrong with you?" Zia noticed Tirta's reddened and grimacing face, holding something back.

"Ti-no, anything. I'm just tingling." Returning grimaced and stared intently at Ervan, who looked mediocre, as if doing nothing.

Basic accents. I'm sending you, into cow dung. Hopefully, your expensive shoes, step on that shit.

Ervan who did not want to argue, finally nodded her head. Actually was. He did not want to accept it, but because of Zia who was adamant, Ervan finally relented.

Some stuff has been picked up and the car picked up, it's ready to go.

"Sir, I'm leaving first. It's the house key." Zia gave Ervan the keys.

"Regarding the transaction, my secretary will contact you."

Zia nodded, then finally got in her car. And slowly, go by following the pick up car.

"What time?" ask Ervan.

Tirta. Don't you have a watch? Why don't you look at it and ask me?

"Four hours." Angry and resentful in heart, But Tirta answered him, in a very subtle tone.

"How far is it from here, to our corporate branch?"

You ask me? What, I know. Why don't you look at your phone and ask the virtual world.

"I don't know, maybe, about two hours' drive." Reply back, professionally.

"We went to the villa and stayed there. Tomorrow, ask for a company car, to transport the goods and between Alan's apartments."

"WHAT??"