Married To An Ex

Illusive

For a moment, time stopped turning. Rifky who realized the existence of Nabila, just stood on the side of the car, while Nabila turned his eyes in the other direction. Expelling the overwhelming nervousness filled his chest. 

His hands were squeezing each other. There was a certain amount of resentment every time I saw the man. But he must be professional, must not bring personal problems to the workplace. His relationship this time with Rifky was not husband and wife, but someone else. 

I hope he doesn't make any more trouble here. I'm sure the guest Mr. Anton is referring to is him. 

Putting on a firm face, as if meeting with a foreign guest. Forgetting all the problems that ever happened between the two. Pretending not to know, maybe it's better. 

Now Nabila works here. How fortuitous. Looking at the appearance of Nabila from top to bottom. 

''Father is okay?'' reprimand Silvi wonder. 

''No, we're in, '' Rifky replied nervously. 

Continue his steps towards the door. Stopped in front of Nabilla who seemed to be bowing politely. Pretending to be busy with a flat object in his hand. 

''Good morning, Sir. Welcome to the Agenda restaurant, please enter.'' When I opened the door. Take Rifky up to the second floor, like when he drove the man. 

''Excuse me.'' Nabila back down leaving an important guest at the place. Of course, with a cautious heart, afraid that Rifky would do anything to bring him down again. 

Judging from the gate, no vehicles had entered yet. Nabila took his phone. He sent a message to Riana and said this morning he met Rifky at the restaurant. 

But take it easy, hopefully he doesn't do anything like that. 

Put it again after reading a message from the friend. Focus on guests coming and going to say thank you. 

Shortly after dropping off Rifky, Anton came out to Nabila.

''Mr. Rifky asked you to serve him, '' he said later.  

Nabila. Clearly, his heart protested with a task he should not have done. There are not many servants in charge of serving guests. Why did the man tell her. Might have a certain meaning. Or maybe this is just a trick.

''You heard what I said, right?'' ask Anton again. 

Nabila was shocked. "Listen, Sir. Well, I will serve him, replied Nabila a little nervous. 

What do you want people. If you want to ruin my life, why not just yesterday. 

As Riana said by cellphone earlier, Nabila must look relaxed and pretend not to know Rifky. Treat him like any other guest. 

Stroll gracefully toward the four people sitting opposite each other. Smile and stand not far from the table. Give them a menu one by one. 

''What can I do for you, sir?'' Staring at Rifky and a few others took turns. 

Stylish he is. Tumben also does not wear a negligee. Glancing towards Nabila who was staring towards Waluyo. 

Rifky opened the menu book. Flipping through sheet by sheet. Pretend to be busy choosing food that suits your taste. 

''I ordered steaks of two equal ice lemongrass, if Mr Rifky what? Maybe I can order them?'' tanya Waluyo offers. 

Not caring about her husband, Nabila recorded the man's order without asking Rifky. It's too bad to talk to people who have already successfully slandered him. If he could, he would rather not meet the man for all eternity. Unfortunately, fate always brings them together. 

''I ordered steaks with cappucino." Rifky closed the menu book and gave it to Nabila again.  

He turned his body and walked back up the stairs. Again, he showed off his graceful style while in front of Rifky. No longer want to look bad in the eyes of the man. 

All the servants were confused to see Nabila struggling like a waiter. In fact, it is clear he was hired as a guest recipient, but there is only the behavior of visitors who ask him to serve. 

''Who is the guest, really?'' Nino was upset. 

''Mr. Rifky and his client. I don't know why he asked me to serve him. Maybe nefans." Laugh in the heart. 

He intentionally bullied me. But take it easy, this time I won't be lured by it. 

Where could it possibly be, while it was obvious Rifky hated him so much that he was even disgusted when he was nearby. 

Wait, instead Rifky always said his eyes hurt when he saw Nabila. So what does the man mean to ask him to bring food. Weird, right?

Nabila returned with an order from Rifky and his coworkers, while Mumu brought the drink they ordered. Without many words, they immediately served at the table occupied by the guests. 

''Please enjoy, sir. If you need something, you can call me down, said Nabila. 

However, Nabila's speech was stopped by Rifky by raising his hand. 

''I want you to stay here until we finish, '' said Rifky jahil. 

"Ak __" Nabila cut out his words that almost shocked everyone. Staring at Rifky with a cruel, hateful look. 

How not, it seemed that the man had indeed deliberately provoked his anger. This time, I was more careful. He did not want to lose his job, while he needed it most. 

''Fine, I'll stay here as requested, you," he said softly but firmly. 

Walk backwards and stand a little away from Rifky's seat. Become a living statue and watch the guests eat their food. 

Who is he? Why does it look like Mr. Rifky and he don't get along?

Silvi could only ask inwardly. Although Nabila's face is not so foreign, but he still does not remember the figure of the beautiful woman. Focus on the food and occasionally glance at Rifky who looks wrong. 

Maybe now I can't pay back what you did. But I'm sure someday you'll get some karma for what you're doing. 

For whatever reason, Nabila was again trapped in the Rifky game. I don't know what the man's goal is, which must have made him even more hateful and want to beat him up. 

The touch of the fork and plate sounded loud in Nabila's ear that was pecking near the stairs. He could only shut up and turn his eyes the other way. Not wanting to see the reaction of Rifky who would have been satisfied already punished him. 

''Hi, you're here!'' Moving his index finger towards Nabila. 

"Say, Sir.'' As much as possible say softly and gently. 

''Please sort all this out.'' Pointing to some old food plates. ''Me and Mr. Waluyo still want to talk. But this is ruining the view, '' he added.  

''OK, Sir.'' Nabila picked up the tray and picked up all the dishes on the table.

With a heart full of anger, he tried to work well. Harboring emotions that have peaked in the crown. Not for fear, but for work.