Mr. Personal Secretary. Arogan

Ep.52 Dinner at Rooftop

Three days since their return from vacation had passed, Zee easily forgot the shadows or memories of the events in the Villa as the man beside her patiently guarded and accompanied her. Their relationship began to improve, mutual attention and take care of each other but if in the office they are professional even as usual if the work is not right by being ready, the man will scold him.

Now the two men can be seen stopping at a fancy restaurant they used to stop at on the way home or what they used to visit when they were tired of cooking at home. Zevana gets out of the car followed by Max who gives the keys to the restaurant and they go inside together.

“There can I help you, ladies and gentlemen?” ask one of the restaurant staff.

“We will be dinner at rooftop” replied Zevana.

The waiter nodded his head understanding “Sorry before, have you reserved?” ask the waiter again.

Zevana nodded slowly “Ya, on behalf of Maxime Abiezer”.

The waiter was seen checking something and a few minutes later he called the other waiter and drove them to the rooftop table.

“Sorry to have made waiting for the master and mistress, please come with me” said the newly arrived waiter was polite.

Without a long wait they followed the waiter into the elevator to the rooftop, up on top they took the number five table and ordered steak and wine and ice cream desserts for them to eat tonight.

“Wah, tonight is so beautiful. It's been a long time since the last time I enjoyed the view of the night sky like this” said Max amazed at the free sky.

After a day in the office struggling with computers and documents and seeing things like this it feels very fun, can be said the same as 'me time’ for him.

Zevana nodded her head in agreement as she looked up at the night sky with beautiful stars and crescent moons among which “Em is right, this is very beautiful” she agreed.

The weather was very supportive not too hot and not too cold, he again set his eyes around everything in this rooftop is a couple. It looks like the rooftop is the best dating place considering the beauty presented by the restaurant and the sky also takes part in the beauty tonight.

“What's your favorite color?” max suddenly made Zevana take her eyes off.

Max took off his suit, put it on the back of the chair, rolled up his shirt arm and propped up his chin with his elbow on the table. Seeing that Zevana was doing the same thing, he looked at Max with narrowed eyes he was really curious why the man suddenly asked about himself personally.

“Isn't that the basic thing to know? In less than two weeks we will carry out the wedding” said Max who somehow makes Zevana less excited.

“Black, Peach and Lilac. But why should it be a favorite color, indeed there are people who ask my favorite color to you?” zevana asked, tilting her head, not understanding.

“No, my question is not just that. There are still many things I should know ahead of our wedding so you can also ask if you want” he said flatly.

“Alright, then ‘What is your favorite color?’” tanya Zevana tried to imitate the voice of even flat mimic Max to make the man laugh.

“You just mocked me or curious? I like black and white” he replied and asked Zevana “ a few more things Are there places you want to visit or have never been?” tanyakanya.

“Maybe Maldives..” he said a little doubt “Um, the water is clear and it seems like it is a dream of many people but it is too far to go” he said again and sighed.

“Why not bora-bora?” ask Max

Zevana raises both shoulders “Entahlah, maybe because previously it was haunted by its beauty” he said.

He is not the type of child who is a hobby of vacation let alone just a walk without an important purpose, his whole life he only ever went to Italy, France, Turkey, Japan, Japan, Korea and the most he came to was Los Angles. Moreover, since the final semester of High School he never went on vacation because he was too busy with the tasks and exams of the school and university.

Max just nodded his head in response and they asked each other a lot more personal questions until finally a question that became a small debate occurred between the two.

“U... If you were told to cut between your * and your thumb which one would you cut?” ask Zevana suddenly.

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