I Can Hear Your Heart

7. Your secret is not a secret

"You..." Rosta's words were decapitated. He's trying to remember me in his brain's internal memory stack. Naturally he does not remember me, many women scattered in the labyrinth of his brain. "The Royal Garden Hotel?"

I smiled while nodding my head. His eyes glinted at me. "I really didn't think we could meet here."

"I think you've heard the news about Sarina's death and now the police are troubling us with their investigation."

"Police did that to me too." He let down a little notation of his voice as if afraid that there would be police who would be offended by his words. "So your examination is over?" I'm nodding. Pretending to be tired of the examination. "Aren't you getting too busy today?"

"Actually busy even though the hotel residents reduced drastically due to the incident..."

Great

He said that in his heart.

"But busyness is always happening?" I'm trying to joke.

"Eleven coffees?"

I pretended to weigh when, this is what I was waiting for. It was time to talk longer with this creature so I could tell how far she knew the cause of Sarina's death or how far their relationship might have led Sarina to make a suicide decision instead of being killed as the police assumption.

I can hear anyone's thoughts, but the system works almost like a computer. The human brain system has specialized storage places of data and memory that are almost trillions or even quadrillion, quintillions that are arranged and piled up in a place of a kind of memory shelf: the: there is short-term memory and there is also long-term memory and actually who can enter it is the owner of the password - in this case the owner of the mind itself. A hacker needs to compartmentalize thousands or even millions of codes. And I, like a hacker, need to decode the human brain so that his memory of one thing goes up, force him to remember or remember it and then I'll peek.

"A glass of coffee looks good." He laughed, revealing the perfect teeth. When we stepped out of the police station together, I was still figuring out where IPTU Candra was, just be careful if she didn't protect me, when this crazy idea was her idea.

This guy took me to his car, he'd take me for coffee at the place with the best coffee taste. My responsibility is also according.

"How does it feel to be the President's butler?" He opened the conversation.

"No, that's. The president did not come to Bandung," I replied lightly.

His mind lunged at me: he wished I should have directly contacted him to be his butler, he thought things wouldn't be as silent as they are right now.

"You should call me and be my butler."

"You already have Sarina. Isn't he the perfect butler?"

It would be almost perfect if he knew that the limit was until the contract expired and did not ask for more.

"Seeks more what..." I shut my mouth when I realized my mistake again. I let go of talking again like yesterday and then I did to IPTU Candra about Sarina's pregnancy which led me to be honest about the secret I've been keeping.

What the hell is wrong with my mouth?

"I mean if I ask for more than Sarina's salary you still want? The president gave me more, "my lie.

"I'll consider it if you say it first." I laughed not because of what he said, but because I was glad he didn't suspect me.

"Yes, maybe I'm doing some stupid shit. I should have asked you first. And maybe we can have fun like this?" I made her look at me inside, she smiled. One of his hands on the steering wheel came down, holding my finger folded in my lap.

Wow, I didn't think I had one more talent: being a teaser.

Maybe more.

Hearts say. Then his mind floated. I know that place...Hotel archive room.

Maybe we can do more than that.

A sit! Only in your mind, bastard!

Innerku squealing. Slice of memories is like a fragment of flim porn that now makes my face red.

I didn't know he was this selugu. Just a touch on his fingers made his face red. It would be much more fun to be with him.

Inner Rosta murmured, if he knew the truth - that his secret was never a secret to me, try what would he then do?

I hurriedly got out of the car a second after the car stopped by the side of the road. I breathed so much oxygen that I coughed, hoping that the gas could cast a toxic shadow on my brain.

"We're in?" she still had a smile on her face. I took a deep breath once more while glancing around me to find out if IPTU Candra was already around this cafe. Niente.

I grabbed my phone and while walking shared my location with her. Just be careful if he doesn't come.

***

"Capuccinos?" I nodded again, not even intending to look for a moment at the menu booklet on the table. I let him choose food according to his taste.

My mind now turned to the space in his mind. Hotel archive room. What are they doing there?

Make love.

Okay, but why is it there? The penthouse room is comfortable and even very comfortable. There must be a reason?

I argue with myself.

PINGING

PINGING

The incoming message was heard. Rosta grabbed his phone.

When can the hotel be acquired?

Patience, maybe the end of the month we can get a cheaper price again. Their shares are falling drastically in the market. Some shareholders won't seem to mind again taking their shares off on us. And the profit we get will be even greater not when we sell it later?

Are you sure you've been thinking about how to clear their names when the hotel becomes ours? Buyers don't like the tragedy of your romance.

But this tragedy makes us faster toward our desires, right?😊

He makes emojis very happy.

I began to understand where this conversation was going. Also why Sarina was killed that day. Why are they in the archive room.

Sure one thousand percent, they are looking for a hotel opening several months, prospective hotels and even the identity of hotel shareholders. So it's about their obsession with moving into hotel ownership. Acquiring the hotel at a low price to then sell it at a high price to the third hand. Worth the face sumringah when I say the hotel guests are getting less because of the accident.

You fucking jerk!