Legionaries

Rama Lazuardi's

15 October 2018

At 19:49

The confrontation incident with Boss Raymond this morning seemed to be quite disturbing to my concentration. I am deeply disappointed at his rejection of the draft investigation I submitted. Because of that event, I had enough trouble managing the focus to run a series of routines that became my responsibility all day. As a result, the quality of my performance is much decreased. My interview schedule was a mess. News reports are not his juntrungan. An hour ago, I even believed that today was my apes day. I had planned to go to bed early to avoid protracted misfortune.

Fortunately, the intention to fall asleep earlier was reflected. Fortunately, I remembered a good news that might be able to cover my disappointment all day. How could I forget? Tonight I have a dinner appointment with Letisha. (Letisha). Yes, Letisha! How could I forget? Luckily, I remember tonight, too. If I had forgotten, and missed that opportunity, I would have regretted it for a lifetime.

After a long time of being only able to steal a glance, I finally experienced a truly unexpected event yesterday afternoon, the day before my incident with Boss Raymond occurred. That afternoon, without any premonition or wind, Letisha suddenly approached my desk. It was the first time I had seen her sweet smile from such a close distance. And, ask for dinner at a restaurant that comes out of his mouth like a fairy tale come true.

Just light, I'm excited. I never expected much to get to know her more. Before I didn't even have the guts to just start a conversation with him. Realizing that this was a very rare opportunity, it would be foolish to think twice about it.

Tonight, practically, I only have about an hour to prepare myself. Fortunately I really took advantage of that short amount of time to put in physical and mental preparation. Physical preparation will be very necessary to support the appearance. While mental preparation is also no less important. I don't want to talk about being stammered in front of Letisha. So, in order to avoid that, I had already compiled a number of topics of conversation on a small piece of paper. Had I no longer known what topic to discuss, I could have glanced at it as a cheat.

In order to maximize my mental preparation, I decided to go to the restaurant where I had dinner a few minutes before the agreed time. I repeatedly simulated speaking so as not to look awkward in front of the beautiful Letisha. For a moment I ignored all the busy hunting news that drained my energy and mind. I forget the bad luck for the bad luck that's been hurting me all day. All I have in mind right now is to appear as perfect as possible in front of the woman of my dreams. This golden opportunity will not come a second time.

Meanwhile, the local brand watch that was coiled around my wrist was already almost pointing towards the number eight. That means Letisha will soon arrive at this five-star restaurant building. It was a bit awkward to be in a fancy restaurant. While I myself used to hang out in a mediocre coffee shop. Most visitors to this place are not only people with high economic levels, but also people who uphold the adab and culture of European bourgeois-style manners. Therefore, manners become one of the absolute things to be displayed in this place.

Although somewhat forced, I did not mind temporarily adjusting to the atmosphere of luxury in order to be considered worthy to be in this place. All this for Letisha. After all, this wasn't my first experience visiting a fancy restaurant. As a pressman, I also attended several banquets at several prominent restaurants in the capital, at the invitation of a number of elite political figures and conglomerate businessmen.

Entering the next few minutes, I was suddenly struck by a tremendous nervousness. My whole body shook violently. Not without reason, the strange feeling suddenly appeared when my gaze was fixed on the entrance of the restaurant. In my current sitting position, I could clearly see the footsteps of a woman exploring the marble floor of this restaurant lobby. Heart's sniffing. Cheek up! Afraid! That woman is Letisha! It really is Letisha!

Letisha, the sweet girl of the administration desk, finally came to keep her promise. In the distance, she looked graceful wearing a bright light green dress. Her hair was left out. The sound of his shoes coming closer. Keep getting closer, until my heart is racing fast. Meanwhile, the man sitting trembling at this table was unable to do much. All he can do is try to avoid eye contact with the girl pujaan so that her nervousness does not overflow.

"Well, how long is it?" Even though I tried hard to hide, the vibrations that controlled my body were getting louder. "Sorry, it's a little late."

"Oh... Emm... 'It's okay, '" I replied, bowing my head. It seems that any shaved and intense mental exercise will never make me really ready to interact with him from close range. All the theories I've learned in the past few minutes have finally evaporated in vain.

"Why you?" Lothawat! Apparently Letisha was quite observant reading my nervousness.

Trouble, I tried to hold my head up even though my eyes were still reluctant to clash directly with his eyes. "Engine It's okay."

Suddenly, I heard a stifled laughter. The laughter that sauntered from Letisha's mouth made me bow again. In an instant, my body was instantly immersed in a feeling of shame.

"Your face is funny if you are nervous again," said Letisha, while adjusting her breath that was wasted with her stifled laughter. I who was still unable to make a sound only responded with an awkward smile to cover up my undeniable nervousness and embarrassment. "If I see you like this, I think of someone. My father."

"Zip dad you?" The nervousness is still loyal to my body.

Suddenly, Letisha's beautiful face turned melancholic. "When he was alive, my late father once told me about how innocent he was about approaching women."

"...."

Like being electrocuted by thousands of volts, my body gasped upon hearing the words Letisha said. Instantly, my eyes threw reflexive gazes at my interlocutor. Only then, I was finally able to look at her snoring after her graceful look after a few minutes ago did I never stop bowing my head. I just realized there was something different in her eyes. Her lentic eyelashes resemble the roof of a ceilings that shade. It was very different from what I usually saw when he was struggling with the administrative routine in the Metropolis office. The faint and indifferent aura that was often drawn on his face all this time suddenly faded without a trace.

"Ah, you're overreacting, Tisha. I personally feel unworthy to be compared to your great Father." Gradually I began to overcome my nervousness. My mental condition seems to be gradually conducive and makes me more fluent in speaking.

"You are too humble, Rama. You don't have to be so low." Letisha held up her sitting position and called one of the waiters using sign language. "By the way, you haven't ordered anything, have you?"

"I'm waiting for you."

"Why wait?" Suddenly Letisha's eyes glared furiously at me. "You think I'll buy you?" sanya, joking. I greeted her with an awkward smile. My tension faded away as I watched the joy on his face.

"Please menu, Mother," said a waiter who approached our table, courteously.

"False, Mas. Later when you finish writing the order, we call again?"

"Good, Mommy." The waiter left our table.

While opening the menu book and handing it to me, Letisha grabbed her Hermes bag and put it on her lap. Sayup-sayup, I heard the sound of vibrations from inside the mini-sized bag. After unzipping the bag, the sweet girl's right hand grabbed an object inside. From my sitting position, I was unable to see clearly what he was doing because my gaze was blocked by the side of the table. I grew curious when I found the face of the woman who suddenly turned serious after glancing at the inside of her bag.

Not long after, Letisha turned her head back towards me. Realizing I was watching him, he hurriedly ended his activities under the table. "Eh, Rama. Sorry, yes, there was an important SMS to reply to."

"Oh, that's okay," I said while putting on a smile.

"Eh, by the way, he said you're working on a project, huh?"

Thinking for a moment, I finally understood the meaning of Letisha's question. "Ooh, you mean the investigative project?"

"Investigation? Wow, exciting dong for sure?" letisha said with a curious face.

"Ah, just a small investigation, really. After all, the Boss seems to disagree with the idea of this investigation."

"Don't agree how? What is the case that you raised, if you may know?"

"It's just an investigation of some strange death cases, really. But, the Boss said, this investigation is too dangerous to be published in the media."

"Can't you?" I haven't been able to explain in detail, suddenly Letisha's attention was reverted back by the same vibrational sound. For a moment, his curious smile loosened. "Don't answer first, Ram. I have to go to the toilet first, right. If you want a message, you order it first?"

After reading my nodding movements, the woman smiled and moved from her seat. He then walked to the restaurant toilet. I felt like I was dreaming of watching her soothing smile from a fairly close distance. That smile really made me forget the land. My consciousness was slowly carried away by the intoxicating currents of daydreams. My mood is exploding with excitement. What dream did I have last night to be in a situation like this?

(Be careful, Rama. You need to stay alert.)