It's like, I'm in Love

Ch. 21

Alfian looked at Desi who was arranging his food. The girl acted as usual, working in silence. But tonight, it feels different for Alfian. The atmosphere in the kitchen was too gripping for him.

"Satio."

"I'm Mr."

Alfian looked at the face of Desi who was looking down.

"Sorry."

Desi stared for a moment then lowered her gaze again. "What's it for, sir?"

"Because it scolded you for no reason."

"No need for Sir. Cause you're angry to see me relax. So no need to apologize. If there's no more, I'm sorry Young Master."

Desi showed a reluctance to speak even more. Finally Alfian nodded after a while staring at Desi.

The girl did not leave the kitchen. He stood behind the kitchen island waiting if Alfian needed anything.

Alfian started eating with a guilty feeling. But after the arrival of Madam Rara to accompany him to eat, the awkward atmosphere that Alfian felt could be slightly reduced.

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The sound of the alarm kept Alfian awake. He squirmed, not waking up. Alfian's night was beset by feelings of guilt that made him uncomfortable. It's never like that usually. Alfian would consider it natural to be angry, whether he was guilty or not. He felt no need to explain.

But when faced with Desi. Everything will change. And all of that happened out of Alfian's control.

Hhhhhhhhhhh

He was so confused how. With a chaotic thought, Alfian opened the door and walked out.

"Abkkhhhh!!!!!" Desi screamed as she turned around.

Alfian looked at him confused. "What's wrong?" He looked around him confused. As he stared at his body, he realized he was wearing only a bokser.

With one move Alfian entered and closed the door tightly.

"Stupid! You idiot! You idiot!" Curse Alfian while wearing clothes. "Not done with one, there's another problem."

Alfian exited the room in an even more chaotic state. A bad weekend. The complaint in the heart.

"Satio."

Desi who was baking bread in teflon turned to the source of the sound. His face was embarrassed, but he strengthened.

"Good morning Young Master." Desi successfully hid her nervousness. Even though his face cannot lie.

Alfian. So sweet.

"What?" Desi confused.

"Eh. What's?" Alfian asked back.

"Young Master said something. But I don't hear it clearly."

Alfian. It turned out that he voiced out what he was thinking, instead of muttering inwardly.

"No, nothing." Alfian put on a flat expression. He stepped into the kitchen and sat in the kitchen island chair.

Desi's body looked slightly tiptoed as it turned around. He was surprised because usually Alfian would sit waiting at the dining table.

Desi put down Alfian's breakfast and thrust it in front of the Young Master.

"The Hope, sir."

"Thank you." Alfian stared at the toasted bread and sausage for a moment. Then he looked back at Desi.

"desi. About last night."

"Yes, sir."

Desi's shady gaze made Alfian's heart rustle.

"Ehm!" He cleared his throat to hide the nervousness that suddenly appeared. "Sorry for hurting your heart."

Desi smiled thinly. "Young Master, really. That's not necessary. But, thank you. Young Master knows I'm not lazy to work and don't fire me."

Desi was able to swallow the pain and disappointment for the sake of her future. Since the first semester break, she has been taking odd jobs as a domestic assistant. Misunderstood and angry employers are common to him.

The temperament of a master like Alfian was nothing new to Desi. In fact he had faced people who were more emotional and more troublesome. But Desi managed to overcome all that.

"Is that really so?"

Desi nodded firmly. "Yes sir, right."

Alfian thought for a moment.

"If you need a friend to tell a story, I'm willing to be a listener." Bargain Alfian.

Alfian was stunned, only this time he saw Desi laughing. Desi's laughter was contagious, Alfian smiled widely.

"I can do that here, so you can work."

Desi's laughter stopped, she smiled. "No need sir, thank you."

Actually Alfian was disappointed by Desi's refusal. He wanted to talk to this girl for longer. But because Desi rejected it with a sweet smile, Alfian's disappointment evaporated instantly.

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Rama entered the kost of the younger brother with a giant step. He met with the hostess to ask for permission to enter. The hostess happily allowed. He knew Rama.

"Nay's room has a red hanging." Rama muttered softly.

His parents asked Rama to bring home his brother's dirty clothes and bring a new one to the hospital. Rama could not ask the other residents to confirm the room, because many of the residents had left for campus.

"Well, there it is." Rama opened the door with a red hanger. "Dark." Say it again when you get in. He immediately closed the door, as it had become his habit.

Rama is confused looking for the switch. When he found it, suddenly a sound came from the direction of the mattress. Like someone is squirming.

Rama turned his face towards the shadow of the bed. "Is there anyone here? Who's Nay living with?" Rama muttered softly.

Out of curiosity, Rama instead approached, instead of first pressing the switch.

The figure in the darkness moved, seemingly sitting down. And suddenly a light from a smartphone illuminates the face of the figure.

"Yeahah!!! Ainannn!!!" Rama was surprised because he suddenly saw a brownish face with messy curly hair. Moreover, the light from the device only highlights on the face.

"Yahoo!!!!" The figure that turned out to be a woman screamed even the device in her hand fell.

"Bashful thief!" Shouted the girl again. He quickly stood up and attacked Rama. In the darkness his leg kick did not miss, as he quickly adjusted his eyes.

"Ouch!!!" Rama staggered backwards. His hand that was thrown towards the wall accidentally pressed the switch.

Lights on. Rama and the girl both reflexively closed their eyes. Not long after Rama first opened his eyes when it was felt the light of the lamp no longer hurt.

Rama was stunned, in front of him a slender-bodied girl with a fine curve. Her exotic skin was equipped with curly hair.

Beautiful, sexy. Rama murmured in his heart. But he soon regained his senses when the girl lowered her hand that was covering her eyes.

"Who are you?!"

Unfortunately Rama's question was answered with a punch that he immediately tackled. The girl attacked using her legs.

Maddened. Nice body, martial arts. My taste is so.

Rama continued to fend off attack after attack while admiring the girl in front of him. A punch came from the left and Rama caught the girl's hand quickly. In one move Rama managed to stop the girl's movements by flipping over the body of the attacker. He made both hands hug himself and Rama hugged him from behind.

"Who are you?!" Rama asked again.

"Fucking thief! Ask everything. This is my room!" He said with annoyance, his feet even tried to step on Rama's feet.

But Rama easily twitched, his forehead frowning. "This is Nay's room."

"Nay's room ahead! Off!"

Rama was stunned, he had the wrong room. "I'll let you go, on condition. Don't attack me anymore because I'm not a thief. When you want to steal who you are."

The girl in Rama's arms stopped moving. "So, who are you?" He asked back.

"I'm Nayra's sister." Rama replied while inhaling deeply the scent of the girl's body in his arms. His eyes were even closed.

"Lied."

"Just ask the hostess. I asked permission before I entered."

The girl breathed a rough sigh. "I'm Maria, Nayra's friend. Please let me go, brother promised."

Rama opened his eyes, he was surprised by the call of the girl to him. Rama smiled, he liked the call that Mary had pinned for him. Rama's love for Mary grew.

Rama took Mary off and turned her back. "So Nayra's room ahead. He said it was a red hanging."

"My hanging hair is maroon red. Got a red nayra."

"Haaa?" Rama was about to look but undo his intentions. It turns out he forgot the word "maroon".

Maria is confused as to why Rama is turning her back.

"Emmmmm! Sorry, I've been in your room." Rama immediately moved towards the door and opened it. "Other times you sleep in a sexy suit, don't forget to lock the door." Imbuh Rama then went out and closed the door.

From behind the door Rama could hear Mary screaming. The young man smiled. Maria is too focused on attacking herself until she forgets to only wear hot pants and is combined with a crop tee that shows off a little of her stomach.

Maria, what a beautiful name. Like people.

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