It's like, I'm in Love

Ch. 2

22 Years Later...

A beautiful woman seemed to be trembling while looking at Alfian. He tried desperately so that his tears would not fall.

"You can't kill me like this." The woman's words were accompanied by a clear circle that began to drip.

Alfian took a sip of champagne and placed his glass quietly.

"It can, and the decision hasn't changed."

"No!" The woman began to hysterically. This attracted the attention of some restaurant visitors. "I love you so much. And I know you too…."

"When did I say love to you?" Cut the Alfian off coldly.

The woman immediately fell silent. During these three weeks, Alfian had indeed never expressed love to her. From the beginning, he declared love. Alfian only smiled faintly and then returned his kiss.

"Don't pretend to be naive, Sima. You know what I'm doing, right?"

Sima gripped tightly at the end of her dress. Her tears had already fallen without being held back. He knew Alfian was a playboy. Yet still he deliberately approached the young man then handed over his heart easily. During the three weeks he actively approached Alfian, the young man only followed the groove Sima created.

For Alfian, three weeks is a new record. Actually he had wanted to decide on the woman in front of him for a long time. But because of the many jobs, he forgot to have a lover to decide.

Therefore, judging from how the woman in front of him cried. Alfian was sure Sima would definitely not expect to be the same fate as the other women. Because usually the others will only last one to two weeks, but Sima managed to become Alfian's lover for three weeks.

"I really don't want to break up with you Fian." Shout Sima again.

Alfian smiled cynically, he downed his champagne and stood up. The young man left without saying anything more. As soon as he arrived in front of the cashier, he immediately pulled out his smartphone and scanned the barcode to pay his bill.

The young man's heart was filled with satisfaction. One more woman in her 30s who she managed to hurt.

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In an elevator of a luxury apartment building, a girl clutched the string of her clothing bag firmly. He felt so nervous.

"Desi, are you nervous?" Ask the woman standing next to him.

Desi smiled wryly, her heart timidly. "I.iya Ma'am."

"Why? He said he works this way a lot."

Desi looked down and smiled shyly. "No idea, this time it feels different."

The woman who brought Desi smiled. "Maybe it's because of the city."

"It looks so sweet." Desi replied at the end.

"I'm sorry you're bored with this ma'am's message. But it's Mbak's obligation to remind because Mbak is tired." The woman's face looked awkward. "Don't tease Young Master like your predecessor did."

As he warned Desi, his face looked so solemn. Naturally, if he continues to warn about it because, in the last two months, he has brought five household assistants. And all five ended in dismissal for teasing the Young Master.

Both of them went out and walked in tandem to one of the apartment units on the right. The eight-story building has only four apartment units on each floor.

"Mbak Pratiwi, there is no wrong door." Dewi asked as the two stood in front of the door that read 704 and Pratiwi squeezed the available bell.

"No dong Desi. You've been here a lot." Pratiwi smiled. "Remember Des…."

"Haram's law seduces and falls in love with Young Master." Desi cuts off Pratiwi's speech.

Pratiwi raised both his eyebrows. "No, that's also Desi."

"It has to be Mama. If I don't ban it, I'll forgive." Desi said with a serious face.

Pratiwi was about to open his mouth to speak, but the door was already open.

"You have come apparently."

A mid-century old woman stood gracefully in the doorway. The appearance is so simple, without any flashy jewelry or thick makeup. But his aura is so strong. The woman looked so graceful in the eyes of Desi and Pratiwi.

But who would have thought, the hostess even reached out and asked to shake hands. With clumsily Pratiwi and Desi welcomed the hand.

Desi's blood rustled. His hands are so smooth. He murmured inwardly, at once he felt insecure.

"Let's go in."

Desi walked backwards in the procession. Sometimes he raised his face to see the situation in the apartment.

"Look at Madam Rara. I brought a new assistant, as requested by Madam." Pratiwi. Although it has made an appointment to meet and express its purpose, according to Pratiwi, it would be more polite if when meeting Pratiwi again said his intention and purpose.

Rara stared at Desi from head to toe. He nodded his head while smiling.

"Let's sit down first."

Pratiwi immediately sat down, but Desi looked confused. There was no way he could sit with them. Because now he comes as a Household Assistant, in contrast to Pratiwi who works for an ART dealer company for the upper class.

"Could you just stand up? Why not sit?" Ask Mrs Rara to Desi.

Nervous and confused, Desi finally sat on the floor.

"Eee ee ehh!" Madam Rara quickly stood up and held onto Desi's arm. He forced the girl to stand up.

"The seat is still wide sitting on the floor anyway. Come on over here." Madam Rara led Desi to sit beside her.

Desi's face increasingly pias, because according to his experience several times working part-time as a household assistant. No employer would sit down with his assistant.

"Are you scared of me?" Rara read the fear on Desi's face. "I don't eat people you know we haven't met."

Madam Rara pulled Desi's hand quickly. "Rome."

Due to such a rapid movement, Desi gasped in shock. "Rome." Speak it quickly.

"Our names are the same." Madam Rara smiled enthusiastically.

"Eh?!" Desi confused.

Meanwhile Pratiwi had already covered her mouth with her hands. Desi's nervousness made her want to laugh out loud.

"Na.My name is De. Desi, Madam." Error Desi with a little stammering.

"Ooo, Desi Ratnasari." Imbuh Mrs Rara.

Desi automatically nodded, but a second later he regained his senses.

"Buk.not Him. Not." Both of Desi's hands were swaying in front of her chest. "My name is Desi Sasmita, Madam."

Madam Rara laughed crisply. Since the beginning of seeing the nervous Desi, he had already wanted to tease the girl.

"What did you say to Desi? How is he nervous like this?" Madam Rara turned to Pratiwi and asked.

Pratiwi remembered for a moment, what he had said to Desi.

"There's nothing strange, madam. I'm just reminding you about Young Master." Answer the pratiwi honestly.

Madam Rara gave a smile. "Oo it's." Madam Rara looked at Desi again. "The point is he doesn't like seductive women. If Desi really needs a job, then work well."

Desi stared directly at Madam Rara's eyes for a moment. Then go back down and nod.

"Okay, ma'am, I understand."

Behind the friendly and warm impression of Mrs Rara, she is still an employer. And when reminded earlier, his duty as a person who has power, was so felt. Desi became more and more amazed with this master.

"Come, I will take you around to see all the rooms in this apartment unit." Madam Rara immediately stood up followed by Desi and Pratiwi.

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