CEO of Maksa Marah

Chapter 68. Visiting Alan

In the afternoon, it was actually late at night. The sky began to darken, it seemed that the lights had been turned on. Starting from the streets, office buildings to houses along the street.

Tirta was driving, in silence. Fatigue was clearly drawn on his face. The tie that felt suffocating the neck, loosened it. He wanted to take a shower and take a nap, but this afternoon, he had to stop by Alan's apartment.

The car goes in the basement, parking there. Tirta bought some snacks and drinks. Because, Ervan was again out of town, he felt the work of today, was a little reduced.

The elevator door opened, moving quickly. Tirta did not knock on the door or ring the bell. He immediately barged in, knowing the password of Alan's apartment.

Tirta was squeezed between the doors, struggling to pull her body in. At first glance nothing is different, from the condition of Alan's apartment. Because, he was the doer who arranged the extra sofa and table, Zia's.

One or two steps, he immediately froze in place. Dropped his luggage on the floor, with wide eyes. Like, a wife who caught her husband's affair.

"You guys!" tirta's great-grandson, but still heard by Alan and Zia.

The couple who were kissing in the kitchen in front of the sink, turned their head in a jolt. Zia turned her face away, while Alan was grim, like a fool.

"Have you come?" Alan approached Tirta, and then he whispered. "Why did you come? You're disturbing my show?"

"It's not you who asked me to come, huh!" tirta whiskey.

Plaque. Alan hit Tirta on the shoulder, slowly.

"Dear tyre, you'd better go home. We'll see each other tomorrow."

"Curtain! You dumped me, because of him!"

What's that phrase? Alan wants to kick. He was like a wife who was protesting and blaming others.

"What the hell? Go home!" drive Alan away by pushing Tirta to the door.

"No need, let me go home." Zia walked towards them. After smoothing out the lipsticks. "I work the night shift."

"alright. I'll drive you." Alan brushed Tirta's body away, hitting the wall.

Tirta. Will a man in love behave like this? Alan's current attitude was exactly the same as Ervan's. Well, even though Ervan is above severe level.

"no need. I can take a cab." Zia looked at Tirta. Feeling bad and awkward. "Sir secretary, I'm sorry I have to go home."

Tirta simply nodded, watching Zia exit the apartment, aided by Alan who shifted the position of the sofa, to open the door.

Since when were they together? In fact, Alan just came home and aren't they hostile? Waitaminute! Is it because of these things, they make up?

Alan sat down immediately, after closing the door. He laughed discordantly, looking at Tirta who was still leaning against the wall.

"Hahaha, sorry. Sit down!"

"Take it there!" order Tirta, by pointing two plastic bags on the floor.

"Yes, yes." Alan said, immediately getting up from his position.

Alan put it on the table and took out the contents. Canned drinks, chips and other snacks. One plastic bag, containing fried chicken that is still hot. Alan put the canned drink that had been opened, for Tirta.

"Drink! Don't look at me like that! I feel like I'm being caught cheating."

"Why is he here? Are you guys together?" Tirta moved in, next to Alan.

"Well, thanks to that iceberg and you." Glek, glek. Alan put down the canned drink. Snatch, chip and open the wrapper.

"So, you went to see him, because of this stuff?" Tirta took the chips and placed them with the origin. He was disturbed by Alan's eating.

"You why? Give me!" Take back those chips.

"Tell me first. You guys just met today and kissed right away? Why so fast?"

Tirta drank and grabbed the fried chicken. Chew, chew, while glancing at Alan who did the same.

"Curtain! You got a gift after you got home. Meanwhile, I just get sweat."

"What did you do while I was gone?"

"We're looking for you on the hill. Ervan was crazy, taking me there. He said you were going to kill yourself." Tirta, fiery storytelling. Alan himself was already laughing, with tears dripping down. "You know? We found your cousin there. And he, laugh, then blame you. Maybe, if it's arranged. The message has reached one book."

Alan again chuckled, holding his stomach. He feels funny with the story and expression of Tirta. Like, a little boy, who complains and asks for revenge.

"Certainly? These things?"

"It belongs to Zia. From the hill, we went straight to Sarah's parents' grave and all of them saw her house. Apparently, Zia was lifting her things. He asked Ervan to accept the other items, because the apartment did not fit."

"Oh, then you put it in my apartment? Because, that crazy guy won't take it?"

"Maha." Tirta laughed wryly. He slowly retreated from his seat. "Ervan forced me. But, right, thanks to us, you made up with her."

Also true. But, Alan still felt haughty with Ervan.

"When did he come home?"

"Fusa." Tirta took a long breath. "Say, he wants a honeymoon and makes a little sister for the little one."

Uhuk, uhuk, uhuk. Alan choked, after trying to swallow a drink. Why Tirta, always talking directly without a filter? Thankfully, they were just the two.

"Tirthas. You'd better take a shower and wash your mouth!"

"Attent. I'm lazy." Just wait!! Tirta returned to his position. "You kissed, did you express your feelings?"

Alan was silent, remembering the incident.

Zia was doing the dishes and Alan was helping her. At first, they talk about light things, from work to their lives. But, all of a sudden, the two were silent and staring at each other. Without warning, Zia immediately landed her lips. Alan gasped, but did not refuse. He, instead, retorted until he hugged the woman's waist.

"Live like that?" Tirta asked again, as if in disbelief. Someone kissed without saying anything.

"Yes. He went first and I just took it." Laughing proudly, as if he had just done a good thing. "I was determined to forget it. But, it seems, I should think about it again."

"You mean, you want to propose to her?"

"Apply what? I just don't know how she feels yet. I still have to make sure, then I'll express my feelings."

"Continue, proposal?"

"What the hell, Tirta. You think proposing is easy. All of this, it takes process. There are still, parents and families that need to be introduced."

"Huh, too long."

Tirta bangkiit, feeling bored with their chat.

"Where are you going?"

"Bring and sleep."

"Hey, go home. What's it for, sleeping here."

"I'm lazy and I'm sleepy."

Tirta had already walked into the room, taking the ninja path. Well, step on the couch and jump right past it.

Alan cleared the table. Throw away empty drink cans, and snack packs. Fried chicken that is still there, put it on the dining table and close it. The remaining unopened canned drink is put in the refrigerator.