It's like, I'm in Love

Ch. 12

"Thank you for the breakfast, good." Praise Rara after finishing her morning breakfast.

"It's my duty, madam."

Sultan who had changed into office clothes immediately moved without comment. Rara, who knew her husband was leaving, stood up. She would walk her husband to the door, as usual.

Desi cleared the dining table after the departure of Alfian's parents. He was so focused that he didn't realize anyone else was staring at him from behind.

"Geez!" The plate in Desi's hand went off as the girl's body jumped in shock as she turned around. "Bikin's just surprised." He murmured in a slower voice.

"What's? I'm not a ghost." Alfian said as he folded his hands in front of his chest complete with an innocent face.

Desi smiled faintly, he did not respond anymore. The girl brought the dirty dishes to the sink and immediately washed the cutlery that had been used. But his movement stopped. His net widened and he immediately dried his hands and approached Alfian.

"Is there anything Young Master needs?" Desi asked with a straight look to Alfian's chest. Staring closely at the second button from the pajamas the Young Master was wearing.

Alfian moved his hand pointing at the legged tray he placed on the counter table by his side. Desi gasped softly as her eyes followed the direction of the Young Master's hand.

"Sorry sir, it should have been me who came alone to take it from Master's room." Desi approached and was about to take the tray.

However, he was unable to lift the tray because Alfian was closing the body to the cabinet beside him. Automatically the outstretched hand of Desi suddenly stopped because it blocked the Young Master's body. Desi was confused, especially her body so it was already close to Alfian's body.

"I'm not sure you'll come get this tray. Mother's orders to take care of me during the meal you forget."

Is his hearing problematic? Because what Desi is currently hearing is the Young Master talking to her like a style of talking to her friends or family. Not the style of speaking to subordinates.

Desi stared confusedly.

"What's? Don't you forget you just left me?"

Both of Desi's eyebrows raised. Alfian looks like a girl who again craves because she was left alone with her boyfriend. Maybe because of the influence of high fever, Alfian so err like this. Desi began to speculate.

Unable to find the right sentence to answer Alfian's question, Desi finally sighed softly. And what he said was…

"Sorry Sir."

"Featured words." Alfian Ejek. "You want to get fired?"

Desi. "No sir, please don't fire me." He said quickly, he looked at Alfian anxiously and for longer than usual.

Their eyes met, and Desi seemed to be swept away in Alfian's warm gaze. Unexpectedly, Alfian brought his face closer to Desi.

"Did the time I was in the room my words freaked you out?" Alfian looked guilty.

Desi just nodded her head. He heard Alfian's words, but the sentence seemed to have just passed. His brain stopped thinking. Alfian's voice that sounded worried about him and his soft speech cradled Desi's hearing and vision.

"Then I'm sorry." Pinta Alfians. Desi nodded back.

"Thank you."

Desi just nodded again.

Alfian smiled sweetly, and as quick as lightning he peeked short Desi's cheeks.

Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Desi's eyes were perfectly patterned, he gasped and immediately covered half his face with both hands after Alfian's face moved away.

Not only Desi, but Alfian was shocked. His face stiffened for a moment. Then he turned around leaving the kitchen.

"Kok can I yell at him?" Half-whispering, Alfian muttered to himself.

Somehow when Desi focused on looking at him, there was a strong urge so he dared to act like that. At that moment in her eyes, Desi looked extremely sweet. Maybe that's what prompted Alfian to kiss Desi's cheek. Just because of the anxiety.

In front of the kitchen door, he passed by Mother.

"Where's the mother from?"

Rara's smile faded after noticing Alfian wasn't where she should be.

"Well, are you here? You should rest, lie in your room." The middle-aged woman looked extremely anxious.

Alfian smiled and grabbed onto Rara's shoulder. He stepped up to invite the Mother to stay away from the kitchen.

"Fian's feeling better, Bun. Tired of having to lie down constantly. So you want to walk between trays."

"Then, now back in the room, it's enough exercise." Rara pulled Alfian's waist and the changeover led her into the room. The middle-aged woman exited the room when Alfian was already lying down.

After Rara's death, Alfian stared at the ceiling of the room with a chaotic mind.

"Why am I the seductive Desi anyway?" Alfian muttered softly. He did not understand, his body always reacted differently when with Desi. Especially if the girl had been staring at him for a few seconds.

While in the kitchen, Desi washes dishes with the mind drifting everywhere. He even seemed to shake his head a few times to regain his focus.

😣😣😣

After lunch on the balcony, Rara asks Desi to bring some fruit for her and Alfian. Because her son had said bored many times, Mrs Rara took the initiative to have lunch with her son outdoors.

"Fian, it's better tomorrow you don't go to the office just yet. Later come home Mother continues to rest at home."

Said Rara while taking the fruit plate from Desi's hand. "Thank you, yeah."

Desi smiled thinly. "Together Madam."

Alfian glanced at Desi for a moment. "No Mother. Let Fian rest here. Besides, Fian's condition is much better now."

Rara thins lips. "You always forced yourself." His gaze turned on Desi who was still standing near the entrance. "Desi, persuade Alfian to go back to the main house."

Desi was aghast, so was Alfian. He immediately looked at the girl.

Waduh... Why am I brought all? Desi complained in her heart.

His gaze switched between Madam Rara and Young Master Alfian. But he did not dare to say a word.

Seeing that Madam Rara sighed, she relented. "Well, if you don't want to go home." Speak with a heavy heart.

After he said so, there was again the tone of Alfian's phone call. Madam Rara glanced at the screen. The caller is still the same person. Still a little upset, Mrs Rara swiped the green icon to pick up the phone and activate the speaker.

"Hello, dear Fian."

There was a Wulan voice made as ponderous as possible. Desi who could hear also instantly shuddered in horror. Madame Rara held her nape. While Alfian just threw his face staring in the other direction.

"Why don't you tell me the same thing, baby? Not kangen yah. Though I miss the weight, especially if you've explored using lips."

Alfian's eyes widened, and he quickly saw Desi. The girl was so shocked and her face displayed a real horror. Alfian's body stiffened, now he was so worried about Desi's opinion about the sentence Wulan said.

"Baby, baby. Just shut up."

Mrs Rara stared ferociously at the 6-inch screen. "Alfian is busy. No time for you!" Mrs Rara's voice sounded very sniffy. He then disconnected the phone.

Alfian did not listen to the advice of his parents who asked Alfian to quit his bad habits. But he also never forbid if Father or Mother would interfere in his relationship. For example, picking up the phone and talking rudely like the one that just happened.

Madam Rara and Alfian fell silent, immersed in each other's thoughts. A few minutes later, Alfian looked back at Desi.

What does he think of me?

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