Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

Bawdy Man

"Take your food and don't talk anymore." Said Fazila while looking at his fellow lecturer with a sharp gaze. A second later her beautiful face carved a smile.

Abi said, I have to put myself as a guest and observe the performance of his hotel employees especially at the Restaurant. All right, I'll do it and I'll see if there's a mistake in this place or not? But, looking around, everything seems normal. Fazila muttered in her heart while putting the last piece of cake into her mouth. Netra stared in any direction.

"Zii... You know, last night I met a handsome guy in Clab the other night. His face is almost perfect. Really, I've never met a man more beautiful than him.

Last night I dreamed of him. I don't know where I can meet him again. I wish I could see it whether it's in a dream more so in the real world."

Hearing her colleague's words made Fazila only able to sigh violently. He himself did not know what to comment.

Meet at Clab tonight? It really can't be trusted. Fazila muttered again as she looked at the table not too far from the table.

Three handsome men with a neat appearance sat at one table, while a servant stood on his left side, a young girl with a face wrapped in thin makeup. She's pretty enough. And one more thing, his work uniform looks polite, dangling down the knee. Actually the idea of making the uniform of the servants at the hotel 'Miracle Of Love' was purely Fazila's idea. He asked Abinya to make a policy to change uniforms that can invite striped men in the Hotel which is headed by Abinya himself.

Fazila narrowed her beautiful eyes, then stared intently at the table of the three men. He even stopped the movement of his hand who wanted to sip the warm coffee that was still half a cup.

Fazila walked up to the table. It just so happened that the table near the three men was empty, and without a second thought Fazila immediately sat there. He did not even pay attention to the two colleagues who had called him with a small tone of voice, or rather just with a signal.

Fazila's hands were itchy. It felt like beating up one of the men sitting near his desk.

"Hay Girl, why do you want to work as a waiter? You're too pretty for that."

Fazila held her breath in annoyance, the man's hand did not stay still. Instead of grabbing the spoon and fork on the table, the man carried his brash hand to the lady's thigh.

The young girl who worked as a waiter gasped, almost the food in her hands falling down in shock. His eyes are very sharp.

"St! Don't say anything, I'm the business partner of the owner of this hotel. If you dare to say anything then your career will be over soon." Threaten that perverted man.

Glekkk!

Fazila swallowed the saliva while holding back the anger that filled her chest cavity. Instead of apologizing, the man threatened Abinya's employees with cheap threats.

"Sir, I work here with great dedication, not to receive this ill-treatment." Because of the many guests and the fear of the girl speaking in a small tone of voice.

"Oohhh, so you want to be in a quiet place. Let's go to my room." Pinta the perverted man while smiling widely, he even looked like a starving Devil. Surprisingly, the two comrades sitting to his left and right could only smile triumphantly.

Fazila was getting impatient to throw a fist at that shameless face. As the perverted man was about to touch back the servant's thigh, Fazila immediately grabbed his arm until the man grimaced in pain.

"Hay Miss, what do you mean? Get out of here!" Reply the man did not lose.

"I'll leave if a shameless and disrespectful man like you leaves this place." Say Fazila again.

The girl who had been treated disrespectfully could only stand behind Fazila in fear. Afraid of being fired.

"Why is that girl disrespectful to guests?" At first glance Fazila heard people whispering and blaming him but he did not care about it because for him the wrong remains wrong and must be straightened out.

The three men sitting at one table stood staring intently at Fazila, as if they were skinning their interlocutors. Her name is Fazila, she will never be daunted by the threat that comes from her abusive opponent.

"I'm here to enjoy my time, how dare a woman******* like you interrupt my pleasure! Get out of here or I'll break your arm! Looking at you from any angle you're not at all attractive, so don't interfere in other people's affairs." Grunts the man cursing at Fazila violently.

Huhhhhhhh!

Fazila let out a rough breath, he began to feel his entire body goosebumps. It felt like he wanted to stuff the mouth of the rude man standing in front of him with the spicy sauce that was on the table.

*******?

That one word made Fazila's fury even more meet its breaking point. How can any ignorant being say that ******* because he wears a head covering cloth. At a time like this there was nothing Fazila wanted to say other than to show an annoyed face with her beautiful eyes that were starting to turn red with anger.

"Don't talk to you if you don't want to get out of here with a shy face." Fazila chirped back two steps as the perverted man walked forward toward Fazila.

"Zii... What's wrong with you? We came to eat, not to find enemies, what else does the man you fought with look so scary. Come on, let's just go back to college." Said one of the women who came with Fazila, or rather his colleagues on campus.

"Master, forgive our friend. Come on Zii." The woman continued, this time pulling Fazila's arm while rolling her eyeballs.

Too bad, the problem is already murky. The perverted man did not let Fazila go easily, like in a lightning strike in broad daylight, Fazila's patience veins finally broke as well, the man grabbed his lentic fingers while showing off a charming smile.

Fazila flipped her body staring at her hand that was still held tightly by the perverted man, her teeth grinding with anger. Once again he met a man who dared to do less teaching to him. Last time, a brash man dared to hold his shoulder while saving Maya, Fazila beat him to the ground and was unconscious. No matter what Fazila was going to do at the moment, his gaze was extremely sharp, even he no longer paid any heed to all the eyes that were looking at him with astonished gazes.

Why are you bothering a sleeping lion? Finish you...! Fazila muttered while brushing off the brash hand that was still coiled in his clasped fingers without permission.

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