Love for the Mentari

Lipstick Stain

My phone rang, I saw Gia's name with her cute snapshot appearing on my phone screen. I haven't had a chance to say anything yet, Gia's husky voice ranting at the end

"Hey Bu Riri, what time is it? Let's start the meeting. Surely your old habits relapse again, to.si.a..ngan!!"

I snorted annoyed to hear the nag "Enak aja, I'm again in the workshop yak, my motorcycle tires are padlocked, wait a long time. I told Mr. Daniel that I'd be late" My heart was agitated.

I call Gia Yayak, we are very familiar in the office where I work. We were both in the sales section of one of the famous hotels in the South called Hotel Z.

"Yes, tell me the repairman is a piece of gih!" Gia's voice sounded urgent.

"Udah, but the queue is crazy. Rame yak" I said while glaring

"Ck! Yes, I have been patient, I met first well" said Gia and hung up.

When my bike was done, I rushed to pay for it and rushed straight to the office.

About 20 minutes later I arrived safely in the parking lot. After parking my vehicle in the central parking lot in a hurry I ran towards the hotel where I worked. The distance from the central parking lot to hotel Z is quite far about 300 meters.

In accordance with the call from the local government, all employees of the business place on the main road lane must park their vehicles in the central parking lot. I hope not to miss the important topic of sales marketing meeting today. As I recall one of them will discuss the media changes that will be used for hotel promotions.

Actually Mr. Toni HRD had asked me to become a Public Relations hotel, because according to him during working here I am very competent in this field. Plus, for a long time, hotel Z did not have a reliable PR officer. But I refused it. I gave him some pretty reasonable reasons to hear. Like for example, I am very nervous when talking to new people. Of course it's all just my essay, I just don't want to meet new people too often and look in public.

Finally he decided I remained in the sales admin section and got additional jobs like public relations in general. Of course, it does not include attending event invitations and the like. My boss, Mr. Daniel, also had no problem with my additional duties, he only asked the HRD to pay attention to my salary rights plus also according to work. It's lucky my boss cares so much about me.

Because my mind was filled with work, on my rushed trip I accidentally bumped into someone quite hard. The tote bag containing some print media that carried a Z hotel advertisement for six months took off my hand and fell slammed. Likewise I, after crashing into the chest of this hard sagged man I felt bounced and immediately fell down.

"Sorry sir" I said quickly as I was conscious of my shock, my eyes fixed on the man I just hit.

I saw a tall and strong man standing in front of me. You could say his body was as fast as a bodybuilding contest participant. I'm sure his stomach is in the form of torn bread, and his arms are as hard as concrete. The aura was intimidating, cold. I suddenly shuddered. The face of the man in front of me looks expressionless.

"Are you okay?" Ask in a flat tone and a heavy-sounding voice.

"It's okay sir" I'm sure, when I'm about to stand up I just realized the position I fell in this looks very embarrassing. I sat in a straddle position, with both hands resting on the ground beside my body. The knee-length skirt with the limp material I was wearing appeared to be far above my thighs. Which of course shows my underwear perfectly. My eyes glared at this chaotic scene.

I closed my mouth with one hand.

"ah! fuckin' hell!! I forgot to use my mask, fortunately this bucket hat still remembers I used it after parking my motorcycle" I bathed myself

The man's hand then reached out to help me stand up. He turned his face the other way. I'm sure he doesn't feel good seeing my embarrassing falling position. I hurriedly took his hand and stood up.

"Thank you sir" I said while tidying up my clothes again.

"Where do you work?" He asked again with a cold face.

"Hotel Z sir, I'm in a hurry to have a meeting that I have to pursue. Less careful sir. Sorry again" I replied quickly. With a shocked face my eyes suddenly saw a blazing red lipstick stain in the shape of a white shirt on the chest of the man.

"Staff, how come it's noon? " Said again, his eyes looked at the watch on his right hand. "A question like this is usually only asked by superiors on subordinates, well this is who asked so?!" I grumbled in my heart.

I noticed a glimpse of the white shirt that this man was wearing. It doesn't seem like a cheap shirt. The fabric looks smooth, the cut fits on the body and is very pleasing to the eye.

"Gosh the shirt must be expensive, if I have to replace it, I'm dead. I had to leave before he realized his shirt was stained with my lipstick" I muttered inwardly.

"Then I have to go to the office sir" I said briefly with a wry smile, suddenly remembering a meeting that might still be going on at this time.

"Please" he said with a face that remained cold.

I hurried past from before the man and hoped not to meet him again.

Once at the office, the meeting was still going on. After putting my bag on the desk, I went straight into the meeting room to join.

Meanwhile, Sugi, who had just been hit by Riri, was seen walking casually to his Restaurant "Eat and Love" just opposite the hotel Z.

This restaurant is a business line of Wijaya Group which houses several Hotels, Villas, Spas, and Restaurants in the region. Wijaya Group itself was founded by the late Mr. Wijaya, Grandfather of Sugi.

After completing his education abroad, Sugi was given his first confidence to run this Restaurant, after previously failing to develop in the hands of his uncle for 5 years.

Sugi completely overhauled the Restaurant, starting from the name, concept, menu to the rules of management and employees. In the eyes of his subordinates, Sugi is a firm, authoritative, wise and cold figure. He always kept his distance with all his subordinates including with his assistant Pak Doni. Mr. Doni himself is one of the many confidants of Sugi's father, Mr. Suta Wijaya. He has worked with Mr. Suta for approximately 10 years.

Under the leadership of Sugi, within 6 months this restaurant began to get a positive response. Even the national and international media one by one began to include this Restaurant in the list of must-eat-restaurants and the best Restaurants for the region.

Sugi entered through the back door, so none of the kitchen staff knew of his arrival today. He then entered into his room which always seemed neat and concise. Today he wanted to see firsthand the daily preparations of his subordinates in the kitchen. Several times a month, he always comes early in the morning without a schedule to see the preparation. Preparations in the kitchen always start around 07:00 am because the Restaurant is open for lunch and dinner.

Sugi as usual started his day at the office by reading emails and some reviews that entered this week about his restaurant on the internet. If there is a bad review, in addition to answering the review directly, he will also discuss it in an internal meeting today.

About 10 minutes later, the door was knocked "tok...tok!"

"get in!" Sugi looked at his office door.

Mr. Doni was seen emerging from behind the door, he also came this morning on Sugi's orders to discuss some matters.

"Good morning sir" Greetings Mr. Doni while putting the sales report he prepared last night on Sugi's desk.

The report he had sent via email last night, probably not yet read by Mr. Sugi, considering the many emails that enter his account every day. After all, what he prints will be a file that will be saved after reading. He always printed out the report the next day.

"Good morning Mr. Doni" Sugi replied while taking the report submitted to him.

"General cleaning we can do next Monday, I see Monday our sales are always below other days" Sugi said again, his eyes busy looking at the row of numbers on the paper he held.

"Good sir I understand" said Mr. Doni briefly. His eyes were then fixed on the shirt Sugi was wearing. He was of course shocked to see a very clear red blotch of lipstick on Sugi's chest.

"Hmm sir, sorry there's a lipstick stain on your chest" Mr. Doni's voice sounded doubtful

Sugi turned towards Mr. Doni with a confused face then towards his own chest. His forehead was wrinkled, he looked annoyed.