My Sweet Roommate's

Eyes and hearts

Alva was shackled, and confused Joana's words were so piercing in her chest. He himself was confused as to why his attitude was like that to Joana. Her heart once said that Joana was not her type at all, but the more she came here, the more attractive and curious she looked.

I'm not kidding.

he muttered while staring at Joana's departure. She was only able to reveal that inwardly, fearing and worrying Joana was more rampaging than this. She didn't think Joana would be that brave to her. Is it wrong to get married? Alva is still not out of thought, and yes, this is the first time she has done this much to a woman.

About Zea? No. Alva had absolutely no intention of telling the woman anything, of course he wanted to protect Joana. But if one day it is needed, then Alva does not hesitate to make it more complicated.

That morning, not only did his heart ache because of Joana's rejection and anger, but his eyes also hurt to see Daniel the man who he thought was careless picked up Joana with his motorbike of pride.

Joana and Alva just throw each other vengeful gazes, hostile gazes dominated by Joana who was waltzing casually towards the gate because Daniel was already waiting for her there.

“Hai Jo!” greet Daniel, while giving him the helmet.

“Kak, thanks for stopping by.” Jona receives the helmet, but Daniel takes it back and puts it on Joana.

“Slow-Sister!” Joanna reminded.

Daniel smiled and looked gently at Joana. “I know, your hair will not fall apart, just calm down.” Daniel slowly and carefully put the helmet on Joana. Their interactions are exactly like lovers who love each other, and Alva hates it.

Wretched?

Alva noticed their interaction from inside the car. “Does he like motorized guys more than cars? if so, tomorrow I ride the motor aja.” Alva monologues and assumes it himself. ”What's so great about that motorcycle gang thug?” Alva hits the driver of her car in annoyance, staring at Joana's departure. He feels he has everything. But why wasn't Joana affected by a little bit of him? ever since that day's trial and error kiss, ever since she wanted to teach Joana a lesson, things have gotten more complicated.

Arriving in her room, she was greeted by Zea, the woman changed her hairstyle to curly, her makeup was no longer as menor as usual. She makes up as simple as possible.

“Morning, Sir.” greet the woman with her best smile.

“Ya, Morning.” Alva had not been able to throw away her gloomy face that morning. The facial expression corresponds to the mood of course.

“You got coffee, Sir?” bargain Zea, something she was obliged to do the first time she met her boss.

Arrgh. Fucking joana.

Again, Alva is cursing at Joana.

Alva had looked at Zea a little long, making the woman feel soar because thinking of sure Alva was fascinated with his new appearance. In fact, Alva is thinking about how to find out Joana's favorite food, not only food, but what her favorite, her hobby or maybe the place Joana wants to visit.

“Pak, daydreaming? can I help you?”

Realized by Zea's voice, Alva instantly shifted her gaze. Repeatedly he thought, would it be okay, if he were to discuss Joana this time?

“How did I request that time, Zea? haven't you been able to give it to me?”

“What is it, Sir? is there a job I haven't finished?” as he remembered, he had already clicklist everything he had finished working on.

“Where is Joana's self data I requested?” he stared straight at Zea.

Zea let out a heavy sigh, throwing it rough. It was obvious that he did not like the request of his boss. “What do you want to know from Joana? Did you forget I was his friend? all info about him can you ask me.” In addition to providing information, of course Zea also wants to attract information about the purpose and purpose of Alva wants information about his friend.

“Everything.” Strictly Alva.

“Ask one by one, Sir.” Zea couldn't lie that she was upset by the way the woman spoke.

“His birthday, what is his favorite food and color, the place he wants to visit, can you tell me all that?” Alva looked expectantly at him. It should be, if they had been friends for a very long time, the thing that Alva wanted to know was not something difficult.

Zea nodded. “Can Pak.”

“Type everything in a piece of paper and submit it to me within half an hour!” alva's Word.