Lazuardi Love

LAZUARDI LOVE #185

the existence of Fitri in his small restaurant adds to the lively back of the restaurant.whether visitors like the different serving styles, but the, or indeed Fitri has an aura that is able to lure anyone to stop for a moment and enjoy the dishes that are there.

Kameie smiled at the bookkeeping records of her restaurant.Sales were climbing and demand was rising. Fitri is good at serving local food, plus he is thirsty for culinary knowledge.

Kameie risked it all to satisfy her thirst for culinary knowledge, even enrolling Fitri at a college, the Tsuji Culinary Institute, with a two-year study program on creative management of Japanese culinary.In addition, Fitri himself studied self-taught Chinese and Arabic cuisine on culinary channels on Youtube.

Kameie felt good luck enveloping him when Fitri worked there, until finally he took Fitri to Kobe with the group of Kanto shatei who will have a direct meeting with Yamaguchi's sixth Kumicho, Shinobu Tsukasa.

"Who cooked this dish?" asked Shinobu with the brows linked.

My bag looked at Kameie with a denouncing face. But Kameie just looked at her father calmly. Shinobu Tsukasa looked at Hidesato and Tasuku.

"Tell me.. Who cooked the dish this time?" asked Kumicho Yamaguchi once more.

"One of my son's restaurant employees" answered Tasuku with a guilty face romance. "If Kumicho doesn't like it, let me tell the clerk."

"What do you want to reprove?" shinobu Tsukasa said, "It feels so good, do you want to punish him? you're crazy, aren't you?"

My bag was shocked to get a reprimand smelling of such praise.he immediately bowed flat. "If, my lord Kumicho is very pleased with our service.I'm sorry, I'm too negative-minded."

Shinobu Tsukasa looked at Kameie. "He's your employee?" ask the Kumicho. "Where is that guy?"

Kameie looked for a moment hinting Fitri forward. the jilbaber then sat down beside Kameie. Shinobu Tsukasa looked at Fitri closely.

"Muslims?" Shinobu Mumbles. "Impressive..interesting." the man looked at Kameie. "What do you think of this woman I took as my domestic assistant?" shinobu Fishing.

Kameie bowed flat. "Before, I apologize, if I refuse Tsukasa-Sama's orders, because this woman has been bound to me."

Shinobu Tsukasa and Tasuku stared at Kameie with sharp eyes, while Hidesato caught something that was not right about to happen.

"Don't tell me you're.." guess Shinobu with a slanted smile and leaned over, pointing at Kameie with her hand clutching the folding fan.

"She's my wife." replied Kameie firmly.

everything was shocked, including Tasuku. moreover Fitri. this was not included in his assumption.The woman's face pias and lowered her head. Shinobu squinted her eyes.

"Certainly that?" he looked towards Tasuku.

the man immediately bowed deeply, while Hidesato sighed, and then bowed.

"I'm sorry for my members' ploy. In the future, I will discipline them even more" Hidesato Fujiwara said in disrespect.

Shinobu laughs. "Why are you so tense?" the man looked at Ienaga who was sitting on Kameie's right. "Hey you, Chigaji! how's Hinata doing?"

"No less, my lord." replied Ienaga bowing in reverence. Shinobu smiled and nodded.he looked at Hidesato. "The only ones present in this room are the shatei chiefs and the wakachu chiefs."

simultaneously all the disinterested people immediately stood up and stepped out of the room.

"Saburo!" call Tasuku.

Kameie stopped and stood straight in front of the door. My bag got up and stood guard.

"Wait for an explanation from you for your answer!" said Tasuku with a soft but firm voice. After saying that sentence, Tasuku turned and stepped away from Kameie who also stepped out of the room again.

...******...

PLAQUE!!!!

Kameie felt a cramp on her cheek.but the man abstained from grimacing or complaining. For him, pain is the daily life of a real man.and will not be called a man, while not enjoying the pain.

fitri's face was red extinguished. he felt very harassed.The memory of his heartache due to divorce with Adnan was ringing again.The tears welled up in his eyes but the jilbaber was not dropping him.His eyes had been red withholding anger. the swinging hand slapped Kameie's face was now trembling.

"Sir.." said Fitri, "I have been working for a long time, expecting nothing, other than my right as an employee. I do not demand a raise or a bonus request even if I work outside the working hours" she said tremblingly.

Kameie still calmly stroked her cheeks that felt crampy, but the man did not dare to challenge Fitri's gaze. For some reason.every pair of neutrals hit Fitri's eyes, he lost his pugnacity. the soft side touched her and Kameie had never been so before.

"Sir... Why are you harassing me in front of the Big Boss? why confess to me something you cannot fulfill? who are you, who dares to decide what happens to me?!" cela Fitri's.

"I have my own reasons, Fitri." replied Kameie but always avoid the gaze of the jilbaber.

"Reason? what reason?" challenge Fitri.

"You won't understand." said Kameie.

"Say, so that I may understand!" fitri hatch. "Don't hide behind the rigidity of your attitude, sir!"

Kameie offended. his maleness was instigated. the man now dared to challenge Fitri's gaze. the jilbaber also had banged his gaze into Kameie's gaze.

"You want to know?" fishing Kameie.

"Yes! say it!" challenge Fitri this time more bold.

"Because you are my future wife!" answer Kameie firmly.

"Omong empty!" pekik Fitri stomped his feet.

"I love you, Fitri! since that first meeting! I.. I'm in love with you!" exclaim Kameie firmly and loudly.

Fitri was stunned and her steps swung back by three steps.the woman blocked her lips with her fingers. Kameie caught her breath.

"Fitri.." call Kameie.

"Don't!" push Fitri pointing her index finger at Kameie. "Don't come any closer!"

"What are you afraid of?!" challenge Kameie. "I'm being honest. Why did you back off?"

"You don't know me yet" Fitri said trembling.

"Then we'll take care of each other." Kameie said. "I don't need your past, I need you!"

"You don't know me yet." - Rejected Fitri with tears that have flooded in.

"I don't need to know you. I just need you" Kameie said this time more emphatically.

Fitri could only sigh and turn around leaving the corridor while Kameie could only stand staring at Fitri who had swung a step leaving the place.

Kameie could only resign.

...******...

Mochizuki House in Tokyo.

Kameie sat quietly wearing a thick black yukata with a burgundy belt.a folding fan tucked behind the upper clothes.in front of him sat Tasuku with a tight face.

"I've introduced you to the daughters of my relationship, but you always refuse.even seem cold." said Tasuku, "Now tell me, I will, what did that Muslim woman have that you lost your brain sanity and called her your future wife?!" komatsu Tasuku.

"Either Dad, I don't know." replied Kameie politely. "But I guess, I've been steady for a household this time."

"Marry." asked Tasuku, "But not with the woman."

"Married, I'll do it with that woman" replied Kameie.

"Don't be stubborn, Saburo!" hardik Tasuku's.

"I'm just expressing my aspirations." replied Kameie. "I'm not like you, dad."

"What do you mean?" ask Tasuku.

"What advantages does that woman have? you seem to have been bewitched by him." said Tasuku with a smouldering face.

"Maybe...Where do I know?" Kameie.

shortly thereafter, a telephone call was heard. Kameie turned towards the nightstand where the phone plane was located.he got up and stepped onto the table, lifting the phone handle closer to the ear.

📞"Mochizuki Residence.." Kameie said.

📞"With Young Master Kameie??" ask a woman.

📞"Yes, my own. why?" ask Kameie.

📞"Young Master.. It looks like Miss Fitri is preparing to go home to Tokyo.she seems to be in a hurry." replied the woman.

📞"As much as possible, hold him! I'll be there!" exclaim Kameie then put down the phone handle.

"Who is Saburo?" ask Tasuku.

"The innkeeper." answered Kameie looking at his father. "I'll be back in a few hours" he continued as he left the room.

"Where are you going?!" ask my Bag, "The conversation between us is not finished."

"I'll pick up my love." answered Kameie briefly from behind shoji's door and then stepped out of the hallway.

...****...

"I have to go home! why are you holding me?!" hardik Fitri while stomping his feet on the floor.

the owner of the inn stood with two men banging him, blocking the road that Fitri was trying to trace. "Young Master wants you to serve us. Miss lets it go." persuaded the woman.

"Tell me away, yes GOIIII.." cried Aisha so loudly.

the hostess of the inn simply smiled. "Sorry Miss.."

shortly thereafter, Kameie appeared wearing a long-sleeved white shirt that was rolled over her wrist and had her collar slightly exposed showing a small part of her field chest.

"What's this?" ask Kameie with a serious face.

"Sir.." greeted the hostess with a bow.

Fitri was silent while holding her suitcase. Kameie stared at the suitcase lying on the floor.The man's gaze hit Fitri's gaze again.but this time he was more courageous because he had equipped that gaze with karasu tengu no shisen technique.

"Why are you going home? the meeting is not finished.Tomorrow afternoon we leave again to Tokyo." persuaded Kameie.

"It's not just going home" Fitri said, "But I'm going to resign" said the jilbaber, giving Kameie a brown envelope.

the man opened the envelope and pulled out the contents.The man read the letter then sighed in annoyance.While he crushes the letter and tore it apart.

"I refuse you" said Kameie. "The restaurant has since been managed by your cooking, become laden with guests.I personally did not expect the change to be that fast.so because of that consideration, I refused your resignation."

"Materialistic base!" fitrish Umpat.

"Take care of you." said Kameie. "But, between work and love, that's another."

"I don't love you!" fitri said firmly.

Kameie laughed and nodded. "All right..it's up to you. What matters is, you're not coming home tonight.can you, right?"

Fitri. Kameie smiled and pulled out her gawai.he contacted someone.

📲 "Kaneko... prepare room one for our guests." said Kameie.

📲 "Alright my Master." Kaneko replied.

Kameie nodded then kept her phone again.after which she hinted at the hostess of the inn and her two tiles out of the way. Kameie stepped closer and extended her hand.

"What? we're not spouses." said Fitri, "Don't hold my hand."

Kameie laughed softly, "Who will hold your hand? shine your coporm, let me hold it."

Fitri was silent and her face was met with red. Kameie immediately grabbed the woman's suitcase and stepped away from Fitri. the jilbaber was stunned and ran small following Kameie.

"Where are we going?" asked Fitri anxiously.

"Better accommodation." replied Kameie.

both arrived at the parking lot. Kameie opened the trunk and put Fitri's suitcase there.he then opened the front door.

"Get in.." pinta Kameie.

"I don't want to. I'm sitting in the back." replied Fitri.

"Just son. Are you my master?!" hardik Kameie's.

"Yes, yes, I'm ahead." said Fitri half-fear. "Issyyy.. basic disrespect for women." murmured the jilbaber.

"What did you say?" ask Kameie.

"No. you heard wrong." Fitri answered quickly and went straight through the door that Kameie opened. The man smiled then closed the door and then turned around the car and opened the door and sat in front of the wheel.

"Lho's? how do you sit here?" pekik Fitri nervously.

"Why indeed?" ask Kameie. "Then, who do you think is driving this vehicle? are you good at driving?" the young man's mockery.

Fitri fell silent and again snatched. basic handyman looking for a chance...

the vehicle was moving away from the inn. Without knowing Fitri, Kameie directs his car instead to the Mochizuki Residence in Shibuya. shortly after the vehicle stopped.

"Come down.." pinta Kameie.

fitri's eyes squinted for a moment at him. Kameie sighed again and nodded. "Come down." she asked, turning off the machine and opening the door, stepping out.

Fitri had no reason to refuse. jilbaber came out and found a simple house in traditional style.House that is so elegant in the middle of the expanse of modern minimalist houses in the area.

"It's my family's home" Kameie said.

"Wait." - sidelines Fitri. "Kok we're here? well then, I'd better get back to the inn."

Kameie stared at the jilbaber. "Lake in." he asked.

Fitri could not do anything else because it turned out that Kameie had grasped his suitcase and without asking directly stepped into the courtyard of the Mochizuki residence. With a half-run step, Fitri chased after Kameie.

"Why should I stay here?" ask Fitri.

"I told you, you're my future wife." replied Kameie lightly and they've climbed the porch.

"Master! no kidding!" hatch Fitri while stomping her feet in annoyance.

"Did you see in my face and my eyes this was a joking slip?!" turn Kameie back in annoyance.after which he turned around again and shifted the wooden door. "I'll explain inside!"

finally Fitri followed the young man down the hall and found another veranda on the side of the fish pond.there was a woman who served as a household assistant.

"Kaneko..this is our guest.serve him well." said Kameie put the suitcase in front of Kaneko. for a moment the parobaya woman looked at Fitri with a strange look then looked at her young employer.

Kameie seemed to know the contents of the housekeeper's heart, he nodded.

"She's my future wife, Kaneko, serve her well" Kameie said in a voice filled with authority.[].