It's like, I'm in Love

Ch. 5

Alfian glanced at his watch, it was already 12 o'clock past. His stomach is starting to hum. While tidying up his desk, Alfian thought about what he wanted to eat.

As soon as his hand stopped moving, he remembered the taste of Desi cuisine. Alfian so want to go back to enjoying the cuisine that the girl made. The taste of the food made Desi matches that of Alfian tongue.

Did I go home, huh?

Alfian looked back at his watch. It seems impossible, because he could be late back to the office. While after lunch there is an important meeting with the marketing section.

Alfian let out a rough sigh and rubbed his face. He stood up and put on his coat. Alfian came out and walked towards Rama's room. He would take his cousin for lunch.

Alfian knocked on the door of Rama's office, which was to the left of his room. Although his standing was higher, it did not mean that Alfian could forget his manners and barge in just like that. The department didn't make Alfian forget about manners.

"Lake in!" Rama's voice cried out.

When he opened the door, Alfian saw that Rama was still struggling with a file. Rama did not even lift a face from the paper he was reading.

"What file?" Alfian asked as he sat comfortably in a chair in front of Rama's desk.

Rama jerks. "Eh, sir." His face was so shocked, he even reflexively stood up. "Sorry, I think Dwi's coming in."

Alfian waved his hand as a sign for Rama to return to his seat. Although brothers, while in the office Rama still act as subordinates and speak in formal language.

Rama sat down again. "This is the planning of the Marketing section for the sale of properties in the city of S." Obviously Rama. "The plan after the break I will bring this file to you."

Alfian nodded his head. "Good." It turned out that Rama was studying the materials for the meeting later.

Alfian was indeed happy to study the materials of the meeting before the meeting was held. Because it will shorten the meeting time because he does not need to ask subordinates who make a presentation to re-explain points that he does not understand. But if forced and do not have a lot of time, he will follow the meeting without reading the discussion material first.

"Not having lunch?"

Rama scratched his nape. "I've brought you a pack sir. From my apartment this morning." His words were accompanied by a clumsy smile.

Alfian frowning. "What menu?" As far as Alfian knew, Desi did not cook another menu while Alfian was having breakfast. The girl even came out of the kitchen and didn't know what to do.

Rama took a box and opened it. The aroma of cooking filled the room. Alfian stood up and looked at the menu inside the box.

"Fried rice?"

Only fried rice this morning, but it comes with boiled eggs and also sausages. Alfian was stunned, the arrangement of food in the lunchbox was appetizing. The green color of the lettuce, combined with a boiled egg that is split and cherry tomatoes. It looks very sweet around fried rice and sausages that are almost the same color.

Saliva floods Alfian's oral cavity. Without a second thought, his hand quickly stretched out to pick up the supply box on Rama's table.

"Reserve a new lunch menu. I'll pay for that food for you."

"What?" Rama did not like the sentence that came out of Alfian's mouth. "Can't sir."

Alfian stared hard. "This is food from my house."

Rama was about to reply, but he did not find the right sentence. Alfian moved up and moved to the guest sofa behind him.

Rama followed. "Sir, it's not good to seize something that belongs to the staff. It's just fried rice."

Alfian immediately glanced sharply, Rama blinked. With both shoulders slumped he returned to his desk and took his smartphone to order food.

Finally, you can eat Desi's cooking.

Because of the food, Alfian did an action that he had never done before. Snatch someone else's lunch. In fact, the food came from his home. I don't know who's wrong.

Desi pushed the shopping trolley slowly. This afternoon the driver of the Adhyaksa residence came with a weekly shopping list along with some money. Mrs Rara said she had forgotten and had no time to shop.

Although Alfian lived separately, Madam Rara still paid attention to her son's needs. So this is where Desi is now, in the supermarket which still includes the apartment complex area.

Slowly but surely, almost everything from the list was filled. Desi stops in the room scented area. He stared at the shelf and widened his eyes. The thing he was looking for was at the top.

Desi tiptoed and trying to reach the can refill automatic fragrancing machine. Desi was so difficult, the article, in the leading row of cans stacked two levels. If Desi takes the bottom, then he will drop the box that is on it.

Desi gasps, he stops. Desi turned to the left and to the right looking for the officer who should be on guard in every hallway. But no, there were no officers at all. Only two visitors were busy with their own groceries. It was far from where Desi stood. Desi let out a rough sigh and tried once more.

As Desi tried hard to reach for the object she needed, suddenly a suit-clad hand appeared from behind her body and took the box easily.

Desi smiled happily as the hand carried the box containing a refillable can to the front of Desi's face. With a perfectly fluffy smile Desi took the box and turned her face back to look at the face of the helper.

Wow, that's handsome.

For a moment Desi was blown away, let alone the distance they were so close. When viewed from afar, the young man seemed to hug Desi from behind. However, it seemed that Desi did not realize that they were standing at a thin distance.

"Thank you very much Sir."

Desi's smile also made her helper go silent for a moment. The young man smiled faintly and nodded.

"Together."

Desi slightly bowed respectfully then left the young man.

Desi paid for her groceries and rushed back to the apartment. He was afraid that when Young Master returned, Desi was not there yet.

Desi's two hands embrace two ropeless paper bags full of groceries. Unexpectedly, not far from the supermarket, a box of tissue fell out of a shopping bag. Because Desi's hands were full, he had trouble picking up. Even to put one of his pockets Desi was confused.

As Desi was thinking about how to pick up the tissue, suddenly a young man wearing a suit appeared in front of her. Without hesitation the young man lowered his head and picked up the tissue box and placed it in Desi's shopping bag.

It turned out that he was the young man who had helped him.

"One more time, thank you, sir." Desi was about to bend but there was another object preparing to slide.

The young man swiftly raised both hands. Prepare to catch things that will fall.

"It doesn't need to be that way." Said the young man.

"Eh, i.iya." Desi smiled awkwardly. "Excuse me."

Desi walked quickly to the apartment. But his forehead creased when he saw the young man who helped him was following and entered the elevator.

His mind started to get messed up. The young man was wearing a suit and did not look like a criminal. But Desi's mind was immediately reminded of the criminal news he was watching. How the perpetrators of crime are unexpected people.

No, he's a bad guy and knows I work in a rich man's apartment.

Desi eyes perfect pattern.

Oh my, how is this?

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