I Can Hear Your Heart

3. New Tasks

I'm taking the media crew on their way to the press release room. Somehow the General Manager chose me as a special publicist for Sarina's obituary. I presented IPTU Candra in that press release as well.

"Thank you for the presence of media partners all from print, television and online media. Thank you for your attention to this case for a week, we hope this will pressure the police to work even faster to resolve the case after establishing it as a criminal case and not a suicide. " I clearly glanced sharply at IPTU Candra who instead seemed relaxed in response to my sinister gaze.

She pregnant. How do you know when she just had an accidental pregnancy check two hours before she died. And the baby is too small to be seen.

The words from within IPTU Candra's mind clearly shook my mind.

"Actually we, the Royal Garden Hotel also do not know the real facts, but, yes, yes, true a week ago on February 24, 2020 at exactly 8:39 pm one of our staff had an accident and fell from the top floor. But we guarantee it will not affect our operations and services to our hotel guests. We will continue to provide the best service and wholeheartedly like a family."

I did not hear clearly what IPTU Candra later described as a police representative. My head is too mummy.

Apart from IPTU Candra after the press release was not easy. He was after me like I was a criminal.

"I'm in such a hurry, Manager Emely."

"I've got a lot of work."

"The General Manager has given me permission to take your time at any time to solve this case. You have no reason to run away from me because of work."

I saw a satisfied smile on his face when I saw my face surrender. We walked in the corridor of the hotel. Then enter the elevator to get down to the ground floor. We were in that elevator. I'm in front and he's behind me. Deploring.

"She's two months pregnant."

I regret stating that to him. Now I just realize this will have long-term consequences and my life can no longer be peaceful.

"It doesn't mean you can accuse me. I can't possibly impregnate her."

His laughter was seen from the glass wall of the elevator door. It might look sweet in my eyes, if we hadn't met because of this problem, but now it looks really upsetting.

"Where do you know she's pregnant?" He forced me to look at him, twisted my body forcefully and cornered me on the glass wall of the elevator. I obviously want to know the color of my face.

How do I know that?

***

Six months ago.

I glanced at a male guest who had just passed by me with a carry-on suitcase which of course was not him who brought me, he said, but concierge the hotel and stop in front of the hotel receptionist who immediately greeted him kindly.

Well-favoured. Shrubbery. Especially his butt that looks solid. The perfect friend to play in bed.

The man's heart murmured. His mischievous eyes stared at the passing hotel employees.

Perhaps a sultan, he chose the penthouse, a building more like a private house located behind a hotel building. Do not imagine a simple house in your mind, this luxury house with modern and perfect facilities in it. From a bedroom that is equivalent to the president's suit, a guest room with classy furniture and a kitchen filled with modern pots equivalent to a hotel kitchen with international brands. But that does not mean penthouse guests must cook themselves, like other hotel guests he also has the right to order hotel food that will be happily delivered directly by waiters hotel restaurant to the penthouse. Nothing is free in this world.

The price of a luxury makes you have to spend more deeply. Penthouses are valued at ten million rupiah a night, excluding extra services such as ordering food at hotel restaurants and worshiping refrigerator contents as desired by penthouse users.

"Jiang, Manager Li." My subordinates at the reception greeted me as I passed in front of them.

"How's everybody? "

"Okay, Manager Li." They answered in unison and right after a few seconds of staring at me, the man spoke:

"You're a Manager?" I'm nodding. "I'll be here a long time and I don't like regular hotel rooms. I want it to be like a house, some friends say this hotel has it." I nodded and asked Intan to reach for the penthouse book, taking her to sit on the more comfortable lobby sofa with a glass of water and a light snack.

I censor the thoughts that enter me. Fixes. I've been judging how much of a jerk that guy was by my side.

"Do you want to have an extra job? Or extra money? I might need a butler. And I want you to be a butler for me."

Butler is a personal assistant for VIP Guest. A butler must have educational qualifications and proficiency in a variety of things ranging from languages, communication and all the scope of the hotel and even the streets and tourist attractions in the hotel area are located because they are associated with super duper tajir guests who must be given super duper excellent service.

"I'm sorry, but I can't."

"Why?"

"I've chosen to be President Jokowi's butler." I'm talking origin. He clearly looks disappointed. "So have you chosen where you will stay? Penthouse or President suit?"

"From the beginning I wanted to be in the penthouse."

"How long, Father?"

"It'll be a long time if you'll be my butler." Her fingers crept over my covered span skirt to the knees.

"Well I'll have the receptionist prepare all the charges that you will incur including the deposit box that you must enter." I was just standing when his hand violently pulled at me.

"I want you to rethink being my butler." He spoke on the side of my ear. I fell on his lap for a while then hurriedly stood up. " Where does the president know if he is not coming." His face was smiling seductively, I harbored anger, but could still smile in pleasantries. Before actually escaping from the creature.

***

"Where do you know she's pregnant?" the voice is now a little higher. "Speak or do you want me to put you in jail?!"

I'm still wondering if it's any good if I tell him the truth that I can hear what other people have in mind. Instead of being admitted, could I be dragged to a mental hospital.

"Don't let my patience run out, Manager Emely. You won't stand being in jail. So talk."

"Think of something."

"What?"

"Anything."

"Don't joke with me." Then the phone rang. I'm save to the phone. He reads notes on his phone. Remembering something.

Applying to Rosa on her twenty-sixth birthday with a bouquet of red roses, the ring at the memento-restaurant where we first met. This time it can't be too late. Memo two years ago.

Then I saw another greatness in his brain. Not a pleasant incident. An argument with Rosa at a restaurant that seems to have run out of the party. The tables were filled with dirty tableware and empty chairs. There is only one woman who looks like Rosa and her family.

We got out together from the elevator just as the hotel's flower supplier came in front of the hotel and was about to enter the elevator to circulate flowers to the room service. I grabbed a pile of red roses that were still tied nicely to the flower paper from their basket. Then ran after IPTU Candra.

"IPTU!" I called, he stopped and turned his body. I put a very fresh red rose in his arms. Maybe everyone in the hotel lobby is staring at us. "A bouquet of red roses for Rosa on her twenty-sixth birthday."

He thought for a moment. But it seems because it was so rushed I did not have time to ask how I knew everything. He ran away. "May you successfully propose to her and the events of two years ago are not repeated!"

I could see him turning around with a face that this time did not hide that he was really wondering where I knew it from.

I just smiled silly.

That's why trust me.