Mission Impossible Love's

Chapter 2

Today the restaurant looks crowded. Perhaps this is the new month where office employees and government employees have earned salaries, they will pamper their tongues and stomachs in appreciation of a small part of their work.

Hans was quite busy helping with the lunch meal. While dirty dishwashing is piling up even more during lunch, everything in the kitchen is very busy. This time Elena wore gloves to wash dishes. He did not want to add to the effects of his hand allergy even though it feels like screaming at this time. His hands were itchy and hot.

It's past noon, although not as busy as lunch hours but dishwashing is still waiting in line. Not as much as the hours before. Elena was still washing but ill-fated, while moving the slippery and tired glove plate made some of the glass plates slide down and break apart.

A moment of activity in the kitchen stopped and was silent for a moment. All eyes looked at him, some were shocked, pitying and shaking their heads. Elena closed her eyes and tried to breathe before finally...

"Elen! Jeezoooo... You. "the ferocious with a reddened face can no longer speak. Elena closed her eyes and looked down for the spicy words that came out of her mouth.

"I'm sorry... I'll get it done," Elena replied.

"Deploy immediately! Then to my room!" the snapping then turned around leaving Elena who was staring at the fragments of the dishes scattered at her feet.

"I help... " Hana crouched down picking up broken plates.

"Let it be, it's my fault. Let me clean up. Finish your task" Elena looked up at Hana and smiled. Hana looked at him sadly but Elena tried to smile.

Hana apologizes for not being able to help and leaves Elena. Elena cleaned up the broken glass, swept it and threw the shards to the back of the restaurant. Then go back to washing dishes.

"Are you okay?" ask Hans.

"I'm okay" Elena replied.

"You sick?" the man held Elena's forehead. For a moment Elena felt the warmth that flowed through her forehead and provided momentary comfort. Then he realized where they are now. He shook Hans' hand and continued to wash the dishes.

"I'm doing fine. Don'worry. Finish your work, I'll see Gala sir, excuse me..." Elena moved out of the dishwasher. All dishes have been washed. He took off his gloves and opened his apron and entered a room in one corner of the kitchen.

"Elene... Sit down!" his orders when Elena came in. Elena walked in and sat down slowly in front of her superior.

"I'm sorry,"

"Elena, a thousand times you've apologized for not giving it all back,"

"I understand, but I didn't intentionally,"

"Everyone also has faults and unintentions, but all try to improve. While you? how many times do I have to forgive you? This resto needs people who are deft, need people who have the speed and accuracy of work. Which can please customers, who can work fast in certain times,"

Elena was speechless by Gala sir before her. He can increase his sentence if he is guilty but if dismissed somehow he must. He doesn't know where to find a job anymore.

"I promise... "

"Your promise is a lot Elen! And all of your promises have worn off with your carelessness,"

"I understand but give me a chance... "

"Should it?"

"I beg you sir, I need this job" Elen pleaded.

"You know, you need this job but you don't want to improve. Many are out there waiting for an opportunity even just as a dishwasher like you!" said it. Elena was offended but she held him back. He still needs this job.

"I don't know how to deal with your mistakes,"

"Sir, I beg you," asked Elena.

"Look, for the next two days you don't have to come first. You better think about your mistakes. Then for the broken plate, I'll cut your pay" he said. Elena raised her head, not believing her hearing.

"I... Can I still work here?" ask Elena.

"Thank you sir! Thanks!" Elena saluted Gala sir, then parted out.

He does not care if his salary will be cut as long as he can still work here. For his shortcomings later he will think of his way. Elena said goodbye to Hana.

"It's weird too, Galak" Hana said as Elena changed her clothes.

"Weird why?"

"She was angry because of your mistake but comforted you instead. Strange in my opinion,"

"That beat according to you, I'm grateful. Look it! I can take care of my hands during the holidays, I won't lose my job, I should be grateful, right?" elena said with a smile. Hana smiled and they came out. Hana dumped the resto trash into a large trash can not far from the restaurant. Elena continued on her way home.

But in the middle of the road he stopped. He refused to go home. Confused where to go. He sat at the bus stop playing his phone. Who knows if there are friends who can be asked about work. Who knows if there are better jobs. At least he doesn't have to do the dishes.

Elena looked at the back of her reddened and itchy hands. He remembered not applying the ointment. He opened his bag and applied the ointment on all the backs of his hands and palms. Bemoan. But he has to endure.

"Elena!" call someone.

"Hans?"

"You haven't come home yet?" tanyakanya.

"Still waiting for the bus," Elena stuffed her skin ointment into the bag. Then look towards the end of the road. The bus he was waiting for did not exist.

"See your hand!" he took Elena's hand. Elena pulls him but is held back by Hans. He looked at the red, slightly swollen hand.

"It must hurt,"

"What's wrong, tomorrow it will heal," Elena replied as she pulled back her hand.

"Are you going somewhere?" ask Elena.

"Oh yeah, I'll take you home,"

"Uhm... No need, thank you. Resto's gonna need you, too,"

"No, I'm home too. Come on, I'll take you!" he pulled Elena's wrist. They crossed into Hans' parked motorcycle.

"You don't mind if we get on the bike?" he wears a helmet. Elena shook her head and put on the helmet that Hans was proposing. Then he went up to the back seat and they passed from there.

Elena held onto the end of Hans's shirt. Hans suddenly braked and pulled over his bike.

"What's wrong?" ask Elena.

"Hands on! I'm gonna speed, "

"But... "

"This is better!" Hans pulled out both of Elena's hands and placed them on both of her waist and hugged her queen belly.

"It's okay, I... "

"Get hold so as not to fall," Hans clasped Elena's hands on her stomach. Inevitably Elena let her hands encircle Hans's waist. He actually felt awkward but he brushed it all off. And consider it for his safety.

Hans was happy and smiling behind his helmet.

Uluuu... Uluuu... Ulluuuu. Sorry if this writing is still a process of writing repetition. Hope you like well, I will update as soon as😊