CEO of Maksa Marah

Chapter 65. Cook together

In Alan's apartment.

The man, still confused by the items in his apartment. Where do all these things go. Zia could do nothing either. He felt guilty, to Alan. Because, it all started with him.

"I'm sorry. I think the CEO's gonna take that stuff."

"It's okay, it's not your fault."

This is not wrong, Zia. Only Ervan, whose brains may not be aligned. The ruling man was always at will and of course, no one would know his true nature, other than Alan and Tirta.

"Now, how?" Zia spread her gaze. This apartment, so it's crowded. "What if we just sell it?"

It was the only solution Zia had thought of. Because, he could not hold those things either. Perhaps, the condition of the apartment became like this.

"Wait, wait!"

Alan grabbed his phone, called Ervan. Connected, connected, but not lifted. He switched, contacting Tirta.

"Where are you?"

"On the road, towards the company. What was? You're home yet? Why did you just call me?"

Alan sighed. Why, too, did he ask so much? Moreover, his tone of voice was like he was angry.

"Why are you asking so many questions?"

"of course. You disappeared for a week and didn't call me. Aren't you thinking about my fate, with Ervan? In fact, that iceberg, took me up the hill to look for you."

"That is, why are you looking for me to be hilly?"

"Because, Ervan thinks you killed yourself, because of a breakup."

Alan chuckles. Why would Ervan think that far? Do I look desperate?

Zia who heard Alan's laughter, took a step forward She was curious, because Alan called while looking at her.

"You crazy, dad?" He laughed again and did not realize the existence of Zia who was very close beside him. "Go home, come by here."

"All right."

Connection interrupted. Alan flinched with Zia's face which was only a few cent away.

Ah, goddamn. She's so pretty, if it's this close. Don't beat fast, damn it. You're making me nervous.

"How's it?" Either Zia was aware of her position or not. In fact, Alan was unable to look at him.

"Huh? Oh, tha. Yeah, that's it!"

Alan stammered, taking a step back. His heart was beating rapidly, leaving his brain out of sync. He was confused as to what to answer.

Ah, I forgot to scold Tirta.

Because of the focus on hearing Tirta's curses, Alan forgot, the purpose he called his best friend.

Zia herself, looked at Alan confusedly. What is that? The answer, which is whatever it means, yes or no, he thought.

"Ah, sorry. I'm not focused." Alan cleared his throat. "Regarding these things, I leave it to you. Because, this is yours. If you want to sell it, I'll help."

"Do you have a faster solution?"

Selling goods, certainly will not sell as fast as that. Need time. Meanwhile, both of them want this apartment, back to how it used to be.

"Another solution?" Alan thought about it first, but ended up just shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know. We'll just sell it."

"Okay, it's up to you. I hope everything's sorted out soon and your apartment's back to how it was."

"I'll ask someone for help, to take care of it." Alan was aware of something. "Ah, sorry. I forgot to drink. Waita minute!"

"No need. I'll just go home. It's noon."

"Ah, oh, fine. Let me take you."

Finally, Alan escorts Zia's doctor, even though her apartment is in the next building. Both of them were in the car. Alan was going slow.

Zia glanced at him, she was confused as to what else to talk about. Both of them, just mute, since in the car. Honestly, his feelings at the moment, were mixed. And Zia doesn't understand. Why am I happy to see him and my heart is beating?

"Have you arrived?" Alan parked the car in the basement.

"thank you. You wanna come in?"

Jesus, Zia. You're crazy, why did you bring her in?

"Now?"

"Ah, sorry. I'll take you to lunch. Because, it looks like you can't cook, with the state of your kitchen."

Fuck, fool. Reason, what is it, Zia. He can eat out or order. Why are you so considerate?

Inner Zia, again condemning ignorance, her mind. He was also confused, why should it be so stale. His current attitude, like not his cold self and hating Alan.

"All right, thank you."

Only a fool would turn down this opportunity, Alan thought. After all, the woman herself offered.

Both walked, and entered the elevator. Stuck with distance away from each other. Only, glanced at the eyes of the two, who accidentally met each other.

The elevator door opened, Zia walked first. Open the door, for them.

"Please come in."

Alan nodded. He did not sit on the sofa, but followed Zia to the kitchen.

"What do you want?"

"I'll help you. What are you cooking?"

"I'll see first."

Zia opened the refrigerator, took out the vegetables and chicken meat.

"Fried chicken and sauteed broccoli. Do you like it?"

"certain."

Both of them, standing side by side. Alan cut the vegetables, while Zia peppered the chicken.

The sound of oil gurgling. The aroma of spices that burst forth, filled the kitchen.

"You cook often?" alan asked, who was washing his hands.

"Yes" Zia replied without looking. He was focusing on turning his fried chicken.

"Let me. Finish it, stir-fry the vegetables."

They change positions. Unaware, their hands touched and bodies docked by accident. Until, the two are sculpted with eyes locked to each other.

Deg, deg.

Heart rate, which is irregular from both. Alan regained his senses, immediately turning his face.

Woi, you stupid fool! It's kitchen!!

After mastering himself, Alan stood on his feet to set the table. Put the plate, spoon and glass filled with water.

Zia delivered the prepared food. The fried chicken landed, followed by the broccoli stir fry.

The two sat facing each other.

"Sorry." Spontaneous Alan said that.

"For?"

"For, that night. I didn't mean to hurt your heart."

Zia lowered her head, not knowing how to assume it. Honestly, the feeling of anger that night, was gone, changed longing.

"I'm really sorry. I've gone too far, " Alan continued.

"No, what. For a moment I was greedy and forgot myself. Thank you for reminding me. Thanks to you, I can come back." Zia smiled. Take a spoonful of rice, put it on Alan's plate. He also took vegetables and side dishes.

Alan did not reply, he just smiled. Then, start enjoying your lunch.

"It turns out, you have a talent for cooking." Chew, while looking at the smiling face looking at him.

"thank you. I really like cooking. If you want, I can cook for you again." Zia realized her own words. "I mean, we can eat together next time."

Hahahaha, funny. Why is she so adorable? Wait, he's taking me out to eat together next time. What her? Hey, realize, he's just taking you out to eat, not date.

A heart that blossomed, suddenly came back cloudy.

"Can I ask? Since when are you and the CEO friends?

Alan chuckles. If he gets the question, he has to tell it from the beginning. Meeting the three of them.

"Would you like to hear?"