It's like, I'm in Love

Ch. 20

Alfian stood staring at the street with both hands into his pants pocket. Many times he took a breath and exhaled it violently.

If anyone dared to ask, who had worried him. Then Alfian will say the name of Desi.

Unfortunately, no one dared. Including Rama who had been waiting at the door.

Hhhhhhhh!!!

Alfian again sighed, rubbed his neck and turned his body.

"Rama? What are you doing there?" Alfian frowned looking at Rama who was just standing in the doorway.

Rama smiled wryly. "I dare not bother you." Rama answered while sitting across from Alfian's desk. It offers a plain yellow map.

"What's this?" Alfian asked before opening the map in front of him.

"Letter of permission, I want to go to town Y. Nay's sick."

Alfian straightened his body. "What pain? Why use all permits? Just go away, you can."

"I want to delegate some work to Dwi. So I need a disposition of my consent sir."

Alfian nodded his head. He took a piece of paper and wrote the permission as Rama needed it.

"Nay hurts what? Why don't you call me?" Alfian erased the formalities.

"This morning he was taken to the hospital, he said with a stomachache. I also found out after I got to the office. That's why I got the permit."

"Same Pak Lek Bulek already knows?"

"It's over, but Papa's in a meeting. When finished they would directly fly to Y city from Island S."

Alfian nodded his head.

"Mas, but if Mas had more thoughts, I could….."

"No, it's okay. Nay is more important."

Rama oh ria.

"How did you see Mas? How's that talking?"

Rama smiled. "Mas daydreamed, kept breathing deeply many times. So, I think Mas's got a lot of trouble."

Alfian did not answer immediately. He remained silent for a while while finishing his writing.

"Mas is fine." He handed a piece of paper to Rama. "Go as soon as. Give my regards to Nay."

Rama nodded. "Definitely Mas. Thank you." Thank you."

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Alfian walked with his head bowed from feeling tired. Although there was already a Dwi who replaced Rama, but Alfian chose to do some things alone. For he could not trust another servant as he trusted Rama.

However the cheerful voice of a girl made Alfian's head rise quickly. He even stopped stepping.

Desi

Not far from where he was standing, he saw Desi chatting with Daffa, the security guard. Although not laughing crisply, but Desi who spoke with supple, plus a cheerful face made the girl's cheerful side clearly visible tonight.

From his place, Alfian could see, Desi's expression and manner of speaking were not contrived to be judged as a jolly girl. But that's the real character.

Alfian smiled as he saw Desi smiling. But when he looked at Daffa, Alfian's smile disappeared. He became very upset.

Alfian continued his steps to get into the elevator. And when Daffa saw the arrival of Alfian, the young man's smile disappeared in an instant.

"Good night, sir."

Desi who saw the change in Daffa's face immediately turned around.

Desi Smile faded. "Eh! That's…."

"So this is how you feel when I'm not around?!" Ask Alfian with a ketus. Desi blinked, he was confused.

Was it wrong to talk when the work was done? It hasn't been 5 minutes.

"Lake in!" Alfian said as he entered the elevator first.

Desi tiptoed. "Yes.iya Mister." Alfian had never been angry before.

He looked at Daffa for a farewell. "Daff…."

"Sat!" Once again Alfian's voice sounded.

"I'm Mr." Desi just waved a little then rushed in.

After the elevator door closed, Daffa smiled knotfully as he shook his head looking at Alfian's reaction.

"It turns out that Young Master was in case another terrible jealousy as well." Mumbled Daffa quietly.

His smile immediately faded as someone entered the lobby. Daffa was back to being ordinary.

"Good night, madam." Sapa Daffa's.

The one who was called just nodded without saying a word. He immediately entered another elevator that was available specifically for residents on even floors.

"At 06.30, return to the apartment while carrying a brown LV brand lady bag. Alone." by myself." His voice was half whispering.

After pulling the hand from the small button on the side of the object, Daffa immediately inserted the recording device into his pants pocket. Then he came out to return to carry out his duties as an apartment security guard.

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"You have plenty of time to hang out. No more work?!" Shouted Alfian. A voice filled with emotion filled the hallway in front of the entrance.

The young man did not even wait to just put down his briefcase or hang a suit. As soon as Desi entered, following him from behind, he immediately scolded this girl.

"If you prefer to chat, stop working right now!" Fian Imbuh.

Desi suddenly lifted her head and looked at Alfian sadly.

"Fians! What the fuck?! Why are you angry with Desi?"

Madame Rara emerged from the living room. It's going very fast. As soon as he arrived beside Alfian, his eyes scoured Desi's stiffened body with his head bowed back.

"Desi, get in your room." Tell him gently.

Desi looked at Alfian first.

"Listen to me just Desi." Imbuh Mrs Rara who understands that Desi asked Alfian for approval. Because Desi was conscious, Alfian had not finished speaking.

But he also did not want to refute the Great Mistress. Desi nodded and stepped past the two masters with a bowed body.

Alfian ushered in Desi's departure with a hard-to-read look.

Lady Rara took Alfian's coat and briefcase from her son's hand.

"Mother."

Madam Rara did not respond to Alfian's call, the woman went into her Son's study and put down the bag with the suit. Then go out and go to the kitchen. Not heeding Alfian who was standing while leaning against the wall awaited him.

Rara brought back a glass of water and handed it to Alfian.

"Drink first."

Alfian received the glass and drank without protest. While Madam Rara had already walked towards the balcony, the place sat down before hearing Alfian's cry.

Alfian placed his glass in the kitchen and immediately followed Rara.

"Why are you yelling at Desi?" Rara asked gently after Alfian sat down beside her.

Alfian sighed, he also did not understand why he could ignite emotions.

"I was upset to see him talking to the security guard. Is the task he's done until he can chat casually?"

Desi nodded her head. "Desi's job is done. Clean, neat, fragrant apartment. Dinner is ready, just need to be heated again because you're late. The dirty clothes are clean, the dry ones have been ironed, even your underwear has also been folded Desi."

"Mother. Should it be detailed like that?" Alfian protest.

"should." Rara replied firmly. "Because you've dared to accuse him without basis."

Madam Rara sucked the vegetable and fruit juices Desi made for her before returning to speak.

"Son, Desi's gone not yet for 10 minutes. Well, a total of 10 minutes plus when he gets back with you. Mother told him to go to Daffa. Bring some spicy jerky for dinner. Because the security guard helped Mother."

Alfian's face stiffened. "helpful? Help from what? Mother why?" Alfian flocked Rara with his question.

"So the end of Mother's clothes was wedged at the door because Mother was in a hurry. Lucky there is Daffa, so Mother can survive the terrible events. Well, as a thank you, Mommy asked Desi to bring Daffa food."

Alfian breathed a sigh of relief. However, there is a sense of guilt that infiltrated when he heard the name Desi called. He was so angry that he yelled at the girl.

"You should not be angry like that if you do not know the problem. After all, Desi is beautiful. It was only natural that Daffa wanted to know him better." Rara glanced at Alfian, trying to heat up her Son.

"Mother was amazed by Daffa, his taste was high. Desi is still young, beautiful, smart to cook, her appearance is not muted. Compared to someone who prefers aunty." Syndicist Rara.

"Mother."

"Why? Mother just said honestly. If tomorrow-tomorrow Daffa wants to be closer to Desi, Mother will give a chance."

"So Mother allowed Desi to bring men into my apartment?" Alfian stared dislikefully.

"No, what are they going to this apartment for. Mother will facilitate them to update outside." Mother Rara smiled as her eyes glared at the thought of the idea.

"Mother! There's no fighting."

"Ih, like Mother."

"But Desi is my servant, Bun."

"You're just a waiter, not a family, a boyfriend, not a husband. Yes free dong Mommy wants to matchangin Desi with any handsome guy."

"Can't be Mother!"

"Why can't it?"

"Because….." Alfian did not find the right sentence. "Duhhh!!! It just can't and can't. Already, I'm gonna take a shower."

Alfian immediately stood up with a muddled mind. Leaving her mother shut her mouth restrained the laughter that was about to burst out.

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