
Rita and Rama speak seriously after Putra and Sasa leave. Rama tries to make small talk first before she expresses her feelings to Rita clearly. Tonight they are just the two of them.
"Rita, what area are you from?" rama asked while looking at Rita.
"Strict village. Am I too camp-looking?" ask Rita curiously.
Although Rita from the village, Rita felt not too kampungungan. But perhaps, when compared to the city people in general, he was still far inferior.
"Not that, Rita. I want to know your family. I'll come sometime. Okay?"
"Why did Rama come?" rita asked in shock,
"Rita, I want to tell you something. I-I, love you," said Rama rather nervously.
Rita fell silent. He was very shocked and confused between disbelief or mishearing. The sweet smile she showed to cover her shock.
"Rita, why are you smiling, don't you believe it or take it as a joke?" rama was confused.
"Mas Rama, how do I say it. Mas is his friend Pak Putra, for Rita, Rama is also like an employer for Rita. The employer that Rita must respect and Rita listen to every word. But if you say that, what should Rita do?" ask Rita.
"Yes, what I said was a confession. Although you have no obligation to answer, you should also answer. Because it's about the heart. I would be very sad if what I say, you take the wind then," Rama said with a sigh.
"So, I have to answer?" ask Rita again.
"certain."
"OKAY. Rita is very grateful to Mas Rama for loving Rita. But, sorry, Rita can not accept love from Mas Rama," replied Rita.
"Have you loved anyone else?" rama asked curiously because he was rejected by a maid.
"No. Rita has not found anyone who can shake Rita's heart. Once again, Rita apologized to Mas Rama
Rama looked heartbroken. He immediately kicked the table slowly, to spill the turmoil of his heart. Sad, chaotic and disappointed at this rejection.
Rita suddenly silent expressionless seeing Rama's attitude. Rita felt strange, she asked to be answered, but she was also the one who was angry and upset after knowing Rita's answer.
"I'm sorry. I must have surprised you. I'm not mad at you. I just ...." Rama stopped his words.
"Sorry, Mr. Rama. Rita ...." Rita could not continue her words either.
"Rita, .is it okay for me to chase you? I still have hope to make you fall in love with me" asked Rama again.
"Sorry, Mr. Rama. Can't we just be friends?" answer Rita.
There is a sense of disappointment seen from the look of Rama's face. But then a smile adorned his face and now showed his handsome face.
"Start tonight, we're friends. Since we are friends, accompany me to drink," said Rama a little pushy.
"But ...."
Rita wants to reject Rama's wishes. But tonight he had disappointed Rama. If he was just accompanying her, he would be no problem.
Rita and Rama head to the bar in the hotel. The atmosphere in the room looked cheerful with a colorful light beam.
Rama and Rita sat facing each other. A bottle of drink Rama has ordered. Rama smiled then started drinking mouthfuls after mouthful.
"Thank you Rita, you still want to accompany me for a drink. I'm not gonna ask you to drink. You take it easy," said Rama then sipped his drink again.
Suddenly, Rita's phone rang. Rita took the phone out of her pocket. But quickly, Rama snatches Rita's phone. Rita who was shocked, immediately slapped Rama's face. Rama's face flushed from Rita's slap.
"Sorry, Mr. Rama. Why Mas Rama, take Rita's phone?" ask Rita to feel guilty.
"You, you got that reflex?" rama asked despite being half drunk, trying to analyze Rita's attitude.
Rita just nodded slowly. Rama laughed and handed Rita her phone. And not long after, Rita's phone rang again. Rita immediately received a call from her employer.
Not a word had been said, Rama had spoken first, very close to him.
"Rita, Honey ...." Rama's words mocked him.
[Hallo, Mr. Son ..].
Rita is shocked not to get an answer from her employer. Even the Son suddenly disconnected his cell phone call. Rita looked at her phone with disappointment.
"Why call, if you don't talk. Basic," muttered Rita.
Back;"Who's calling?" rama asked and sat down.
"Who else. Employer, lah. Maybe there's something he needs" replied Rita impressed.
Rita relaxed though there had just been a phone call from Putra. Rita tried to look at the clock on her phone. It's showing at 11 p.m. Rita has to go to bed so that tomorrow is not too late to wake up.
"Mas Rama, we're going home now." The return from Rita was not listened to by Rama. Rama was still listening to music while drinking.
Feeling unheard, Rita is forced to force Rama to return to his room. He stood up and tried to pull Rama's heavy body. Somehow, Rama suddenly hugged Rita's body tightly.
At that time, came the Son who quickly let go of Rama's embrace and replaced Rita's position to pull Rama's body.
"Let me take Rama," said the son.
Rita was forced to smile and then expressionlessly followed the Son and Rama from behind. Rita sees Putra very attentive with her best friend.
"Take the key in his wallet. His wallet was in his pants pocket" said the son after arriving in front of Rama's room.
Rita was a bit hesitant to do her job this time. Slowly he put his hand into Rama's pants pocket. Because it is difficult to reach the depth of the pocket of Rama's pants, Rita's hands move freely.
Rama seemed amused to make the Son anxious, if Rita even touched what she should not touch.
"Rita, let me find it for myself" said the Son as he pulled Rita's hand from Rama's pocket.
Rita let Putra take the wallet from Rama's pocket next to her. Then give it to Rita and Rita immediately look for a hotel room card owned by Rama.
Rita immediately opened the door, and the Son immediately brought Rama in. The son threw Rama's body on his bed. Suddenly she pulls the body of the Son and kisses him while saying Rita's name.
The son looked angry and pushed Rama's body back to its original position. Rita simply held back the laughter of seeing that incident. The son looked at Rita with a strange look in his eyes. Whether the gaze was angry or disappointed, Rita also did not know.
"Follow me out!" son's Decree.
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