LOVE THE RECEPTIONIST

45. Bowl of Soup

"Where are you going Monaliza?" hold Dirga, when he saw the receptionist was willing to come out of his study after finishing changing his dirty clothes that were affected by vomit.

Monaliza turned her body three steps back, when Dirga suddenly appeared in front of the door, she tried to avoid, because the scent of Dirga perfume made her stomach again churned to vomit.

He did not want it to happen again, vomiting all morning had made his body so limp and could hardly do any activities.

"I have to get out of here, sir," said Monaliza glancing at the boss's face and immediately took her eyes off Dirga's gaze.

"You should eat first, I've ordered soup for you, changed the food you've been spewing out all morning" Dirga said as she approached Monaliza who was standing a few feet away from her. The woman reflexes away.

"I won't bother you, let alone hurt you" said Dirga, as she watched Monaliza try to stay away and avoid her.

"I just want you to eat this soup alone," said Dirga pointed to the soup on the sofa table that had been clean from the vomit Monaliza.

"Come, come here" Dirga called Monaliza who was still standing.

"No need sir, thank you. Excuse me first," Monaliza rushed to the door, Dirga did not stay still, quickly he chased after Monaliza and managed to grab the wrist of the employee who was already holding the doorknob.

"Let go of my hand Sir," said Monaliza as she pulled out her hand held firmly by Dirga. He had indeed once admired the dignifiedness and cold face of the handsome man.

Since the attitude and harsh words that Dirga had thrown at him while in the hospital, plus the man's recognition that he was the father of the baby he was carrying, make Monaliza really feel ilfil and hate it.

"I don't mean to mean anything to you, Monaliza. I just don't want you to be sick, nor the baby you're carrying" Dirga said, trying to explain.

"But I don't want to eat, and I feel nauseous being near Mr. Dirga," said Monaliza honestly revealing what she was feeling while cupping her nose and mouth with one hand on the other.

"Do you think I stink?" dirga asked uncomfortably, he immediately removed his hand grip from Monaliza's wrist, and with a serious face he raised both arms in turn and smelled himself.

"No smell," said Dirga who only felt the fragrance of her perfume.

Meanwhile, Monaliza immediately ran to the toilet in Dirga's office and regurgitated what she could spit out, because now the contents of his stomach are empty because all this morning he has taken out all his breakfast in the morning. Only the yellow-colored and bitter-tasting liquid in his mouth remained.

Dirga approached, carrying tissue and eucalyptus oil to relieve Monaliza of her vomit and also a glass of warm water.

Monaliza did not pay attention to the massage Dirga did on the nape of her neck, her boss seemed to seriously help her to be free from nausea. He continued to spit out yellow liquid until it removed mucus from his mouth and nose. Monaliza held onto her chest which was painful and tight.

"Monaliza, drink this warm water first, so that you feel relieved," said Dirga with a glass of warm water in his hand, his face looked worried when he saw Monaliza who seemed to be suffering.

Monaliza grabbed the glass and drank a few sips, then returned it to Dirga. "Thank you, sir" said Monaliza while adjusting her breath that still felt tight

"How are you, are you feeling better?" dirga asked to look at Monaliza's face which again looked tangled, his gaze accidentally saw the chest containing Monaliza who was up and down because the girl was adjusting her breathing which was still irregular.

Dirga quickly expels his uninvited dirty thoughts, with a rude breath.

He stretched out his hand rubbing Monaliza's face using a tissue. Monaliza was silent for a moment, as her boss's hand cleared mucus and tears from her face from her drunken activities.

"I've been better sir, please keep your distance from me, I can't smell Mr. Dirga's perfume," Monaliza again covered her nose and mouth with both hands.

"Alright, I understand, forgive me," said Dirga immediately away, after he finished cleaning Monaliza's face.

Monaliza did not answer, she just stood in front of the sink, looking at her pale and disheveled face at the reflection of the mirror before her.

"After you've eaten your soup, I can only let you out of my room" without waiting for Monaliza's reply, Dirga moves from the toilet to the exit.

Chequek!

Monaliza heard the sound of the door being locked, she immediately moved from the toilet to the exit. It turned out that the door was indeed locked, he was moving the key knob, trying to turn it so that it could open, but still could not open because it was locked.

"That man, why should he lock me up here" muttered Monaliza in despair. He finally stepped towards the table, staring at the tightly closed soup bowl.

After sitting himself in a sofa, Monaliza began to open the lid of the transparent soup bowl, until the aroma was smelled by his nose.

Although not tasteful, Monaliza forced herself to eat, because her stomach felt wrapped around to ask to be filled immediately.

...***...

"Why did you lock the girl inside?" firans asked when he saw the CEO was keeping a key in his pocket.

"Let the woman not go before she has finished her soup" said Dirga. He sat on the guest couch, facing Firans who was sitting at his desk.

"You're so considerate of him?" fishing Firans, he looked at Dirga's face wanting to know how the man's reaction was.

"He, carrying my son," said Dirga staring blankly ahead.

"Monaliza's pregnant?!" Firans was shocked to hear Dirga, his boss.

Dirga stared around with reflexes, worried that someone or his employees heard the loud voice of his assistant. After being convinced that there was no one there, Dirga stood up and approached Firans and grabbed the collar of his personal assistant's shirt to make Firans' head look up.

"Can't you just slow down that cry of yours? What if someone hears it?" dirga said furiously with her sharp eyes looking at Firans.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it, I was shocked. Only once dyed are you able to impregnate the girl," Firans said as he raised both his hands into the air pleading for forgiveness with a whiny look.

Dirga then released the clutches of his hands from the collar of Firans clothes, his assistant immediately tidied up his clothes that had been interested due to Dirga's actions.

"You think tea bags," Dirga stared intently at Firans' face as he spoke.

"Sorry, sorry boss, I misspoke again," Firans raised his hands again with his face still grimy so that the boss did not attack him again.

"Have you told him you were the baby's father?" firans asked curiously with a voice made slowly, his lady face really could not hide.

"Already," said Dirga flat.

"Whoop?! What's the reaction?!" firans said in a loud voice with a face of disbelief.

Dirga looked back intently at Firans. Firans who realized his actions immediately smothered his own mouth with piercing eyes, fearing that Dirga would return to scold him.

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