It's like, I'm in Love

Ch. 9

Alfian blinked, the pain that had plagued his head was already much lessened. His body was not as hot as before. He squirms and then sits. His forehead frowned realizing where he was.

I slept on the couch from last night?

He stared at the wall clock on the television, already at 11 p.m. Suddenly his stomach began to sound, asking to be filled immediately. As his gaze turned to the stomach, he grew even more surprised that his clothes had already been replaced.

Alfian tried to remember what happened. He woke up several times this morning, but was not fully conscious. To think that what happened was just a dream.

After some time Alfian began to remember, how Desi took care of him. Then Doctor Haryadi came.

It means Om changed my clothes.

Somehow he felt a little disappointed, maybe he wanted to if Desi changed his clothes?

Nope, no. Desi is not the type of woman Alfian wants to date. Error, not dating, but being played.

Serious relationships are not in Alfian's dictionary. Despite his age approaching head three, Alfian had not changed his mind. What then? Why should there be a feeling of disappointment infiltrate. Is it possible that he was curious about Desi? To hope that the girl will be desperate to cross her boundaries. Because some of the female servants who were hired before Desi did this.

Is Desi any different from them?

Alfian shook his head and smiled wryly. No, women are all the same except the women in my family.

Maybe because it's only been a few days. If it had been a little longer, it seemed like Desi would have started to act. Let's say Alfian is erring because he's sick. For in the depths of his heart arose the desire to be seduced by Desi, as did Desi's predecessors until they were all dismissed.

Alfian smiled ignorantly. Let's see how far you've survived to not tease me. I will prove once again that you are just like everyone else.

Alfian rubbed his face with his hands. But then he stopped his movement when his sense of smell inhaled something foreign. Alfian again sniffed his arm.

A gentle fragrance of jasmine filled his nasal cavity. Alfian took a deep breath again, enjoying the smell that suddenly calmed him down.

Only Om Har touched me, and also Desi. Is this the scent of Desi's hand? So fragrant.

Alfian frowning. Care waitresses too? But, there's no way this is the scent of Om Har. Men wear this feminine and sexy scent. It must be the scent of her perfume or the care of her body Desi.

As Alfian was busy with his own thoughts, Desi appeared and stood a little far away without Alfian noticing. Desi saw how Alfian's face changed like one who thought of something.

"Young Master." Call Desi slowly.

"Geez!" Alfian flinched and held onto his chest.

Alfian's response made Desi also tiptoed and took one step back.

"Why surprise me? If you call it ordinary." Alfian Protest.

Desi blinked. "But sir, I've called out in a quiet voice."

"If it's slow, there's no way I'm this shady." Alfian did not want to be blamed. Desi raised next to her eyebrows seeing how Alfian did not want to be refuted. Finally, he lowered his head and took a slow breath.

"Sorry Sir." Say Desi slowly. He gave up, for the sake of mutual welfare.

Hhhhhhhh

Alfian sounded out a breath. "What's wrong?" Ask Desi.

"Lunch is ready, sir, do you want to eat now?"

"Yes, bring it now."

Desi immediately turned towards the kitchen. But Alfian's voice made him stop stepping.

"But a little." Alfians added.

"Good sir."

A few minutes later Desi came carrying a legged wooden tray containing a bowl of porridge equipped with warm water and a small plate of grapes. After making sure his footing was safe, Desi placed the tray beside Alfian.

Desi did not immediately leave, he stood not far from Alfian. Waiting for the next command.

Alfian stared at the white porridge that seemed to contain pieces of carrots. He recalled that this morning Desi had fed him. The first thing he thought was just a dream.

Alfian took a breath, in fact he refused to eat. His mouth was bitter, he lost his appetite. But his stomach was also asking to be filled.

Slowly he fed the porridge into his mouth. The warm taste and soft texture of the porridge make it comfortable. And even though the carrot was diced, it was easily crushed just by pressing it against the roof of the mouth using the tongue.

Tasty.

Alfian likes Desi porridge. Savory chicken broth makes the porridge even more delicious. Alfian stirred his bowl. He frowned because he did not find any pieces of meat there.

"I can taste the chicken broth, but why doesn't it look like the meat?"

Desi raises head. "I boiled porridge using only chicken broth, Sir. Without the meat."

"Buy?"

"No sir, I boiled it myself." Desi replied again then looked down.

"I can't spend it."

Desi approached and looked into the bowl. It's still pretty much. With tightly knit hands, Desi ventured to speak.

"Sorry sir, if you don't run out, your body will get weaker. Then you'll be longer at home so you can't work." Desi's voice sounded a little quivering as she was nervous. "So, can Young Master finish his meal?"

Alfian looked at Desi with dislike. "What do you care if I can't go to work?"

He started to show attention. It didn't take long for him to start teasing me.

Desi looked at Alfian for a moment then lowered her gaze again. "If you don't work, what's my salary, sir?"

Gubrakkkk

Alfian groaned in his heart. It turned out that Desi was only thinking about her fate. Not flirting and pretending to be attentive.

Alfian. "I'll borrow your money."

"Shame Sir. I've been working on borrowing old man's money." Unknowingly Desi commented.

Ehhh!!!

Desi shut her mouth. "Sorry sir, trespassing."

Netra Alfian widened. This girl!!! He growled in his heart.

In a fit of annoyance Alfian pulled back the tray near his body and started eating. Although he was irritated by Desi's words, Alfian also had no desire to scold the girl for daring to advise her.

Slowly but surely, Alfian finished his porridge. After all, the portion that Desi prepared was indeed only a little.

Desi smiled in relief seeing the Young Master had already finished eating. He immediately took a heat-lowering drug. Doctor Haryadi had advised to keep giving the drug if the drug he prescribed had not come.

Alfian took his medicine without asking. He asked Desi to lift the tray without touching the prepared fruit. And Desi was not as pushy as before.

As Desi was nearby to set up the tray, Alfian deliberately leaned his body slightly. The smell of jasmine re-smelled and Alfian inhaled the scent deeply.

Really soothing.

Desi who was unaware of what Alfian was doing straightened up and went to the kitchen. Alfian who could no longer breathe the smell of jasmine from Desi's body, suddenly felt disappointed. He lost something that calmed him down.

"Satio." Before Desi got further she called the girl.

"Yes, sir." 

Alfian was surprised to call the girl until Desi stopped and turned around.

Ahhh, it's already a responsibility.

"Come, I forgot to tell you. There was a red ant in your collar."

Desi turned her head left and right, trying to find the ant that Alfian said. But in vain.

"Come here. Let me help you."

Without thinking strangely, Desi complied. He approached and sat down beside Alfian, still holding the tray.

Alfian smiled happily without Desi knowing. He drew his face closer, pretending to look for the red ant.

And he did not waste the chance of inhaling the scent of Desi's body deeply.

"How did you, sir, meet the ant?"

Alfian shakes. "Not yet, wait a minute." Alfian replied lying.

Desi was speechless, leaving Alfian's face very close to his neck. Even a warm Alfian breath could be sensed. And it made Desi crumble, she began to feel uneasy.

Spontaneous Desi shifted away and moved her neck. Trying to stop that weird shit over there.

"Thank you, sir, I'll find out for myself. Or maybe the ants are gone."

Alfian felt disappointed, yet he did not display any expression on his face. Flat, back as usual.

"Hmm." Alfian simply replied with an indistinct hum and lay back down.

After Desi died, Alfian hit her head slowly. What the fuck? He lies only to get closer to Desi and inhale the scent of the girl's body.

Alfian did not feel guilty. Because right now, he felt much more comfortable. Alfian closed his eyes with a smile.

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