My Aunt is my Beloved
Chapter 13 - FAMILIARITY
“Hei, Bro. Do you feel that Dilan's attitude lately is strange?”
One of Dilan's rape colleagues, Gems, was sulking while enjoying watermelon juice in his hands.
“Iya yes. Lately he's been too sticky with that hostess named Kennie.”
The statement immediately received approval from another rape colleague, Jamet.
“Not just sticky, Bro. The Dilan was already a slave to his love, Kennie, you know?”
“What do Kennie wear pellets?”
A moment later, the eyeballs of Gems and Jamet grow bigger imagining the no-no.
However, Ivan, another fellow sinner who, despite having a below average IQ but a little smarter than the two of them, immediately shook his head in disagreement.
“It's wrong, Bro. This is what is called love at first sight. Starting from the essays, up to the heart into a pounding. And from the pounding, the ugly hump also looks beautiful in the eyes like a moon.”
Ivan looks satisfied after putting together a poem that he thinks is beautiful, but Gems only commented without sin, “But Kennie is beautiful, Bro.”
Laughter exploded between the three of them.
Unfortunately, the laughter did not last long.
It was because they immediately realized that there was someone else near them who had entered their room without knocking on the door first while looking at them intently.
“Can you guys explain who Kennie is?”
With a flat face clad in a hint of angry emotion through his two eyeballs, Cassian asked Dilan's three rape comrades.
***
A very stressful day as usual.
It is a Monday where each worker starts their work activity back after enjoying a day or two vacation.
But that's not for Kania.
In the midst of his precious holiday time on Sunday, he was forced to spend extra time on his hostess job on one of the customers he accidentally broke his service contract so he had to replace his time yesterday.
“It's really tiring.”
Although complaining, Kania still smiled while lifting the vegetable storage box with a volume of about 2 cubic meters filled with vegetables.
Kania is currently carrying out his regular job as one of the sales at Carota Mall.
But suddenly the mall manager came to him,
“Lho, Kania? Why are you still here? Not today you permission?”
“What?”
Against the words of the manager, Kania could only tilt her head with question marks as she remembered, she had never applied for leave or illness at all.
Let alone leave, even Kania until now is still looking for other odd jobs in the newspaper that can be an additional income.
It was all for the sake of being able to save more money so that one day Kania could meet back his nephew without any more shame for his poverty.
That was why Kania really felt astonished at the words of the manager.
But the question mark from Kania was not long answered.
“Hai, Bi. How are you?”
Behind the manager stood a handsome young man with charming curls.
The young man immediately gestured for the manager to leave and left him and Kania at that place.
That young man was Dylan.
“Why are you here, Dilan?”
“I've hired Aunty from Aunt's job for this whole day.”
Kania who realized that the words ‘klub’ is taboo for most people, then immediately shrink the volume of his voice in the middle of his conversation.
“I am currently working as a salesman, Dilan. Later meet me at the usual place at the club in the evening.”
With her usual playboy-style playful smile, Dilan said half sulking to Kania, “But how is this? I've been hiring the services of Aunt from the mall owner for the whole day.”
“What the fuck? This mall is not kl. klub.”.
Kania who seemed to keep her side job secret at her main job immediately lowered her voice as if embarrassed to say the word as if forbidden.
“Hahaha. There's nothing that can't be hired in this world, Bi, as long as we have money and power. Aunt too naive. Gini-gini, I'm a great guy, Bi. Owner of the mall just to be afraid of me.”
- Glup.
There was a clear sound of Kania swallowing her saliva.
That was because Kania was aware that even though Dilan seemed to say that in a joke, what the young man revealed was the truth.
A powerful young man with a bad temper who can mess with a person's life at any time if he wants with money and power, rumors Dilan is no stranger to the ears of Kania through the talk of his fellow club.
It was even a miracle that such a young man was actually being lenient in front of Kania.
But Kania will never forget the sensation of how his first meeting with Dilan.
It's not just a rumor.
Unfortunately, for whatever reason, whether it was due to the tenderness or the charming smile the young man was flirting with every time he was with her, Kania could feel no other feeling than being comfortable with Dilan.
“Come, Bi. Don't waste any more time. Let's go right away. I've been carefully planning a lot of things all day.”
Kania can only shake his head against the dominant attitude of Dilan which is always his own origin without ever asking the opinion of others whether the person he invited agreed or not.
But somehow a knotty smile spilled on Kania's lips.
Kania does not hate Dilan's attitude.
“Duh, you are this. Next time say-say earlier dong, Dilan, so that I can dance and more beautiful if you know today will take a walk with you.”
“Eh? Aunt said something?”
“Ah, it's nothing kok.”
Dilan who did not have time to listen to Kania's murmur immediately dragged the aunt to the parking lot, led Kania into his car, then immediately left the place.
‘Yah rather than tired of working to lift goods while selling, mendingan follow Dilan tired streets, although tired but can simultaneously have fun’, at least that's in Kania's mind a few moments ago.
But apparently the place where Dilan took him was a large salon.
“Yuk, Bi. We spa, manicure, pedicure, as well as shampooing and head massage first before continuing the streets,” invite Dilan half force to the aunt.
This is not a place that is so foreign to Kania because he occasionally visited with his other hostess friends to just build socialization relationships.
However, the place is too luxurious for Kania since her daily life, baby powder and used rice laundry water has been enough to care for her beauty all along.
“But, Dilan. Isn't going to the salon just a waste of money?”
Kania who have a frugal lifestyle certainly think that way.
But after staring at the long face of Dilan who seemed to not understand the complexity of the feeling, could only smile wryly.
The money to the salon that Kania had to get half-dead on a two-day payday job at her regular job, must have been just like a bunch of worthless sheets for the rich young man before her.
Kania was in the end just obediently following Dilan.
‘Once in a while enjoy the luxurious life of gifts from customers there is no harm also if it is from Dilan’, muttered Kania.
Unknowingly, Dilan's position had risen to a higher level in Kania's heart.
Dilan for Kania is no longer just one of the many striped men his club customers.
