Love Ordinary Girl "Alya"

Alya At This Time

Five years could not change my nature or my habits. I'm still Alya an ordinary girl.. The girl who is still old-fashioned.. Maybe that's why I'm still in the comfort zone of being a jomblowati..

My height is now 160 cm, only increased by 10 cm from the time of SMA. My face has not changed much either.

Three years ago I worked for Ms. Martha, a 60-year-old woman. He loved me as much as his own son, even entrusting his efforts to be managed by me.

Ms. Martha has a homeware and catering store.

My job is not only to serve customers, but also to conduct produck analysis, order recording, procurement, researching quality, working with craftsmen, running sales strategies, etc, until packing and supervising other employees.

Before working for Ms. Martha, I was an employee at a supermarket. Because of his offer, I quit my job.

We met by accident. At that time he will cross over, and I will help him. Since then, Ms. Martha started to like me, until over time she asked this girl to manage her business.

"Al.., have checked turkish tea to be sent to Malaysia..??"

"Had Mother.., 10pcs turkish tea I've tested with water, and all is not leaking..."

"Okey.., just packing on Al..??"

"Yes bund.. The bubble pack has been prepared, only then will Mr. Amir prepare the wooden box.."

"Okey.., Al's good job.."

"Oya Mother.., Ms. Artha ordered serving dish 5 shet.. He also asked that a teapot be made decorated with carvings.."

"Okey Al, have you recorded all..??"

"Had Mother.."

"Alright Al.., thank you for helping Mother.." He smiled as if he was satisfied with my work.

"Sama2 Mother.." Reply with a smile..

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"Al., someone's looking for you.."

"Who's mom..?"

"Let's hunt out Ndhuk.. Poor him he's been waiting..."

"All right.., Mom.." I walked out of the room lazily, because my work today was so tiring.

There was a figure of a man standing behind the door, but when he heard my step he immediately turned around.

"Dimas...?" I'm shocked.

"Yes Al., it's me.." Dimas replied with a smile, his eyes looking teary..

"Dim...., when did you come home..?"

"This afternoon Al, as soon as I got home.. I miss Alllll...." He said as he approached me...

I just fell silent.., maybe too surprised by the arrival of Dimas who very arrived2.., coupled with his kangen speech.

Two years ago, he went to Jakarta to work at a company owned by his father's partner. At that time Dimas only advised, so that I would wait for him to return.. But I did not pay attention to his words, because from childhood he used to joke with me with reckless chatter..

"My little girl.., you're so dumb..?? I added gantheng huh...?" He said with a laugh, but his eyes still glazed 2.

"Where is gantheng...? It even looks older Dim..." My canda.., while laughing.

"Let's go in. Dim...!! Sitting in a chair does lesehan want on a mat..?"

"On the mat Al.., let it relax.."

"I made tea first.."

"Okey.., don't forget the snack is also Yes All...!!"

"Siapp Boskuhh..."

I walked into the kitchen, made some tea and prepared some jars that already contained snacks. After the tea was ready, I walked towards Dimas.

"Dim.., drink the tea first..!! Nich.., there's a snack too.."

"Thank you, princess.." He answered, starting to drink the tea I served.

"Dim.., kog arrived2 came...?"

"I don't have your hp number..Al... That's why I can't hide.."

"Ohhh, yes .."

"You're too stingy to share nope.., hhhhufftt.."

"Hhehe I forgot... Sorry Sobb..."

"Tuch is still calling me sob. means you've been insensitive all this time..." He said in a annoyed tone.

"I mean..??" I still don't understand the meaning of Dimas' speech.

"You're right2 never sensitive Al.., from childhood I always considered you a special figure.., until we are teenagers I always show my attention, so you can look at me more than a friend.. Until we split up two years ago, I asked you to wait for me.. Honey, I'm too cowardly to express that word directly..Every one of you in front of me. This tongue feels like a mute.." Dimas' words vaporized his emotions.

I too was glued, hearing the words of Dimas.., because it never occurred to me, Dimas had such deep feelings for this girl. Achhh.., so innocent I'm insensitive.

"Actually.., from a long time ago, ak...aku has fallen for you.., Alya Putri.., my little girl..." He said again with a tremble.

"Ma.sorry.., I'm sorry Dim...." I said with stammering...

Dimas looked at me sharply. Then he asked... "Al.., how exactly do you feel about me..?"

"See Dim..." I answered him uncertainly.

Honestly.., in this heart never once felt there is a vibration of love if it is near him. All I felt was comfort, and feeling loved by an older brother.

"Is it possible that you're not sure about me, Alll...?"

"It's not Dim... Acchhh.., but maybe I'll try to accept you.." I answered weakly. The words are contrary to my heart that does not want to receive more than just a friend or brother. And that, backfired for me....

"Thank Al.. I will also try to make you love me..."