Not the Son of the Prostitute

Inverted

"You ....!" Mutia looked surprised to see the arrival of the man in front of her. Why is he here? whispers in the heart.

"Why is it that I'm here? Can't you?" As if knowing what Mutia was thinking, Haidar smiled looking at the girl's confused face.

"You following me?" mutia asked with a probing gaze, staring at the appearance of the male in front of her.

"following you? Why are you so confident?" The man chuckled to himself until the girl in front of him was more convinced if his arrival here was intent on disturbing him.

"Then why did you come here? You don't have a job? Or, do you really intend to disturb my– again?" I was suspicious first. But in fact it is true, Haidar has indeed found out many things about Mutia after meeting the girl at the party yesterday.

"My office is near here. That's why I came here for lunch" said the man as he grabbed the menu book lying on the table. Open it and open it again, without seeing it at all because the two eyes of the man were instead watching the girl in front of him.

"You work in the area?" ask the girl again. Obviously Mutia did not believe it, because as long as she worked here had never seen the man come. Or maybe he didn't know her before.

"Yes, so why am I following you? Less work!" reveal the man with a mocking smile.

Mutia took a deep breath. If you continue to argue that the mood–nya back bad, his energy will also be wasted just to serve him.

While the events of last night still remain clear in his memory. Upset, angry, hate still Mutia felt until now. Mutia had to feel disappointed for the umpteenth time when she came to Joseph's house. Especially when he found out if the papa was also there, right in front of his eyes when he was despised and in full sway by the family of Joseph. But, the man was silent because he preferred to save his new family's self-esteem in defense of his own biological children.

He shouldn't have come there. He should have listened more to Mama Naila's words. But, what's wrong if he just wants to know the reason for those who always disturb the life of the mother? What's wrong if he doesn't accept his parents being treated like that?

Mutia almost cried again as she remembered that. But, he hurriedly rubbed the corner of his eye so that the clear liquid did not come out and was seen by the man in front of him.

From now on she promised, never to cry again or wish anything to the man. Mutia did not want to waste her tears just for the sake of a man like Joseph.

This is the last time I cry! After this I will make sure that there will be no more tears that I shed for you, Joseph!

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Haidar stared in wonder with the girl in front of him who looked teary. Did my words hurt him? thought the man.

"No! Better get me what you want. I'm busy!" mutia said to have switched the conversation earlier. The girl turned her face to the side to remove Haidar's eyes.

"You can't just be a little gentle? I'm a guest!" Explain his current position.

"What if the guest? I do care!" The girl snarled. Mutia simply did not like wasting her time in vain.

Haidar immediately gasped in shock, then looked at the book that Mutia had given him again. "I did indeed deliberately flip it," the man replied reasoned. Though in fact he was a little gerogi to the point of not realizing the book he was holding was reversed.

Mutia rolled both her eyes lazily. It feels like for a long time he can go crazy on his own if he continues to be there. The girl stepped quickly leaving Haidar who kept shouting calling out his name.

Mutia chose backwards, helping the others to prepare the orders of the customers. But, just now he wanted to deliver an order to one of the tables, the voice of Hendrik the restaurant manager broke his concentration.

"Mutia, please take this to table number five!" hendrik's orders to the girl.

Mutia glanced at the tray that already contained it, then the gaze pointed at Hendrik who was standing right in front of him. "Why should I, sir? There will be others!" protest the girl. Whether it was a coincidence or something, why did Hendrik ask him to see the man again.

"He's a VIP customer at this restaurant, Mutia. Can you treat him well?" said Hendrik who immediately got a confused look from the girl.

"What does Father mean? Shouldn't every guest be treated well?" ask the girl back. "What guest has this number table that complains to you? Dih, sucks!" Mutia whispered softly. But of course Hendrik can still hear it.

"What did you say?" The man folded his hands in front of his chest. Ask the girl in front of him to repeat what he said earlier.

"Yes, yes, I'll take you, sir!" Just relented. He is the one in power here. Mutia placed the tray she was about to deliver to the front, then exchanged it for the order of the man.

"Actually who he is, why would Mr. Hendrik want to be in order like that!" Grunting was annoyed, but still Mutia continued her steps to deliver the order.

When he arrived at the table, the man smiled triumphantly. Maybe feel if he managed to prank Mutia.

"What look! Quickly finish your meal, then leave!" Mutia put down one by one the orders belonging to the men a little hard.

"Why are you being so polite to guests?" haidar told the girl. "Can't it be any more fierce?" The man deliberately teased her.

"So not eating anyway?"

When they were arguing for the umpteenth time, from the outside there came a man and a girl who seemed to be talking coolly. Both of them look so friendly that they are not aware of his arrival makes someone in front of him lose focus. Mutia's hand was still hanging holding a glass containing drinks that he would put on the table. While both eyes continue to watch the movements of the two couples who did not care about the atmosphere around him. Until unknowingly the fruit juice that Mutia should have put on the table, now instead landed perfectly on the clothes belonging to the man in front of her.

"Hey, what are you doing!"