In the Name of Love

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The atmosphere of Cafe Burns red is very crowded lately to overwhelm its employees. Akbar could not bear to see the father's achievement because he often took to the field.

Helping his men serve customers, the young man has been involved in his work for the past two months. After the Bagaskara stabbing incident, the man resigned to help his father in the culinary family business.

"Meja. 7 Empty ." Exclaim Zia who passed Akbar. "soon!" Akbar headed to the booking table handed over the paper order and then moved to the table no.7 with a rag and Alta spray filled with liquid water and soap.

Akbar wiped and cleaned the cutlery on the shelf containing dirty eating utensils. Then the benches were tidied up and then he headed to the storage of his belongings. Then returning to the front desk helps serve customers sometimes he helps wash dirty furniture. Akbar is not shy or awkward with his ease he works in a familiar blend with his father's employees.

Akbar locked the door of the Cafe and headed towards his matic motor staring towards a crouching woman staring at his motorbike with a grim face.

Akbar walked up to his greeting without looking at him, the man watching the condition of his motor.

"Why?" Ask her. Apparently that woman is Zia. "This is the brother of his flat tire where it's midnight. " His complaint was staring in annoyance at his motorbike.

"Come, we take it into the cafe just so make it in my friend's grab now free to bring his no workshop all the way to your house!" Akbar chose to pull the motorbike he wanted to put in the cafe without hearing Zia's opinion.

"Let me take it with you, make you use an online motorcycle." He again opened the door and the cafe also closed again and delivered Zia with his motorbike.

He only memorized the home addresses of his employees but had never visited. He thought it would be useful later on. In fact, it is true that now this is useful because Zia just kept quiet and did not say anything along the way just a thank you when the girl was revealed in front of her house.

"Thank you, for your help. " Say Zia. Akbar just nodded with a smile then ran his bike away.

Meanwhile in the mansion of his residence Cicilia, he offered a drink and was answered with a nod of Dirga's head. This was where they stood facing each other chatting lightly while drinking cold juice.

Dirga stared at Cicilia unblinking let alone see her licking the canned drink that spilled around the can hook.

Dirga felt his desire to make love stronger he released his drink to the floor and immediately kissed Cicilia, ****** his lips, while Cicilia was surprised but she put her hand on Dirga's neck.

Follow their hot kiss. Dirga released herself taking her hunting breath, "I'm sorry. I should have ..... Better gohome. Sorry I kissed you. Sorry." Say it while retreating and when going to turn around.

Cicilia immediately hugged him, and kissed his lips repeatedly and said, '" I want you Brother. From the beginning I wanted you, even if I never regretted it."

Dirga blinked at Cicilia making sure her hearing was not problematic, Cicilia nodded with a smile and the man immediately kissed her lips again and again.

Holding his arms tightly there was no gap between them.

Even Cicilia took the initiative of leading Dirga to touch her. Dirga feels the traveler who gets water in the middle, Dirga moves according to his instinct to unite them.

Moving quickly spurred his passion until it exploded. They were just standing in the middle of the kitchen. "By the side of the stairs there is a guest room, brother take me there let's go again.. Please.." Pinta Cicilia spoiled.

After a moment of silence recovering Cicilia's energy in the lift Dirga ala koala walk towards the room in question.

The next morning Akbar arrived early, carrying Zia's motorbike dismantling equipment in front of the Cafe. The man deliberately changed his inner tube directly and also checked his other engine.

He knew for a long time that Zia was very reliable by her family. And the woman was very independent, her motor matic he bought a second. Because his ability to buy is only that limited.

The girl who lives with her uncle with her lovable-mouthed aunt full of tricks in front of the Uncle makes the girl alert as well carefully.

"Done already. Fuih´s.' Akbar took a breath and cleaned his equipment into the cafe. He opened the door of the cafe and started cleaning the place.

"At first, Brother Akbar!" Sapa Luna and Ariel along with a thin smile Akbar replied to her. "Assalamu'alaikum." Akbar's reply made the two smile clumsily.

They begin their activities at their respective workplaces.

The activity starts from cleaning the cafe, meeting the morning daily routine and then waiting for customers and serving them as much as possible.

"Sister Akbar, thank you. Thanks to my brother my bike has been repaired. How much does Kak cost?' Ask Zia to Akbar.

"You can pay by filling in the charity box. " Point Akbar with a chin to a small box in front of the cashier.

" Thank you for your service over the past 4 years." Akbar replied while glazing the table during the closing of the cafe.

"Our brother go first!" Abdul said hello followed by the others. "OKs. Thanks everyone. May Allah protect your journey safely to the destination". Shouted Akbar.

"Mother." Answer everything in unison as the road leaves the place.

"Together Brother, even I thank you. Only Junior High graduates are accepted by Brother's father. Also never loaned money when uncle was sick."

"I will serve this place, and learn everything. As long as they give it a chance. Thank you, brother, I'm sorry." Zia said sincerely.

"Either. " Akbar answered at a glance because he died along with his other co-workers.

Akbar researched every corner of the cafe because he was the last to leave the place. Once safe, he locked it and went home with the tools he brought to fix Zia's motorbike.

"Great girl, dear her fate is less fortunate. I hope you can move forward and make a career out of this." Akbar Murmuring.

Drove his motorbike on the streets that began to be quiet that there were flickering flickering lights decorating the city park along the road that passed him.

Zia herself felt lucky to get help from the boss' son but did not make a big head because it was not the benchmark.

"Good people like to help everyone just like the boss. And he's a low person there's no harm in being friends with him." Zia monologues in heart.