Oh My Saviors

Chapter 8: Sensitivity 0%

'What should I say?' reply Nic.

'Oh my stupid boss, don't you understand how to approach women?'

'Do you look like a woman?'

'That's different.' Khanza responded with annoyed emoticons.

They were still replying to each other's messages making silence happen at the dining table. Cherry occasionally glanced, 'what are they planning to do exactly? Do they just want me to see their affection? It sucks.' murmured Cherry in the heart.

'If compared to me, this woman is nothing. It's certain Nic will choose me, ' her inner self.

"Miss Cherry let's tell you about you" Khanza said to remove the silence.

"I? Yeah, I moved out of the country when I was a kid, Nic would've told you about me," Cherry paused with a smile, "my parents had to move to another country so I had to go with them. However, after I entered elementary school my parents died in an accident." Cherry smiled weakly.

Nic is surprised, he doesn't think it turns out Cherry's parents are gone, "your parents are dead? Why don't you tell me?" nic said suddenly in a high voice.

"How can I tell you? I was just a kid at the time. After all, we are far away" Cherry said with a faint smile.

"Don't I give you my email address by then. I'm always waiting for you to send me news, but you're like you're disappearing into the earth. I thought you'd forgotten me" Nic said. Cherry grabs Nic's hand and grasps him, but Nic doesn't seem to refuse.

'I shouldn't be here, if I leave now, won't they realize it? I couldn't watch their Live scene live, my feelings weren't made of iron, ' Khanza's inner self.

"Err Nic, I'm going to the toilet for a second." Khanza said goodbye, Nic just nodded in response, maybe he realized that Khanza looked awkward.

Khanza walks with a shunt pace, his heart deeply sorry to have pushed Nic on Cherry, but what power is in Nic's heart is not him. Pain indeed, his chest feels tight to see Nic now managed to get close to the woman he likes. Khanza continued to walk until he did not realize that he was on the roof of the Cafe.

"Hem here is quite nice too, I can immediately see the offices and buildings around."

A gust of wind blew away the untied strands of Khanza's hair, not knowing when was the last time he scratched his hair.

"If I were a spy, I would definitely choose this place to live in."

Fftt, the sound of laughter slowly distracts Khanza, it turns out there is a man there, he seems to be holding a brush in his hand, in front of him there is a canvas that has been half-dyed in color, he seems to be painting.

"Eh, I-I'm sorry, am I bothering you?" khanza said he was not feeling well.

"No, it's just that I wanted to laugh when you said if you were a spy you'd choose this place to stay." He giggled amusedly.

"Well, that's just a wish, are you the owner of this place?" tanya Khanza switched the conversation.

"No, I'm just a caretaker. After my uncle returns he will take over again, even if I am not a person who is interested in business" he said casually.

Khanza's closing, "well, your paintings are so beautiful, you're a talented artist." Puji Khanza's.

"Thank you" he said happily, "just this time someone praised me, in my family my hobby is considered a waste of time," he chuckled again.

"Favorable hobby can not be seen trivially, in this world many reliable painters who can make billions of rupiah with the results of his hobby." Khanza leaned over to look at the painting.

"Do you understand painting?" asked the man seemed interested, it seemed that he had found a person who was a frequency with him.

"Emh, actually, no" Khanza shrugged.

"Haish, I think you understand." The man looked disappointed.

"Eith, although I don't really understand the meaning of the painting, but I admire their work, because I myself can't make it, even I draw a mountain that looks like gelatin." Khanza said with a laugh.

The man laughed, "do you want to learn how to paint?" tanyakanya.

"Then let's get acquainted. My name is Darius Wilson" he said, extending a hand.

Khanza grabbed Darius' hand and shook it, "i'm Khanza."

"Khanza Only?" Darius seemed a little surprised because Khanza did not mention his last name.

"Yes, just Khanza." Khanza replied with a friendly smile.

Lama Khanza talks to Darius, until the sound of a cell phone ringing switches his attention, "Ya Nic!"

"Where are you? I thought you were back at the office." asked Nic from a phone call.

"Ah sorry, I forgot the time I'll be back right now." Khanza turned off his phone.

"Darius, I think I should get back to work. Thanks for the time."

"It doesn't matter, but, can we meet again?" ask Darius.

"Yes, if there's time."

Khanza waved his hand as it passed.

"Sweet girl" said Darius slowly, "uh, why don't I ask for her number." Darius ran down the stairs after Khanza, but the girl was no longer seen.

Ish, "i'm not lucky."

***

Khanza took the elevator to the top floor where he worked, meeting Darius a little to shift his mind for a moment.

Chequek...

Khanza entered Nic's room, which immediately received a sharp look from the owner of the room, "where have you been?"

Khanza is like a minor who is being questioned by his parents for skipping school, "i'm just looking for fresh air" he replied.

"So you think the air we've been breathing all this time isn't fresh?"

'Well, what kind of logic is that?' inner Khanza, "come on Nic, do you want me to be a mosquito between you and Miss Cherry." Khanza complains while sitting in the soup.

"We were just talking about the usual thing earlier, there's no harm in you being there too." Said he didn't want to lose.

"You're a fool? That includes dating, I'll be considered a third person if I keep you guys together." Khanza was anxious to feel like he grabbed Nic's hair who still did not want to understand the situation.

"We're three, what's wrong with being third?"

'Anjir, Jambak lu cave yes, Jambak cave!' v: Khanza began to grow angry with Nic's behavior, he's a fool or an idiot anyway?

"Nicholas, who is called the third man, is another woman. Youunderstand?"

"Another woman?" He seemed to think, "but, can you be called another woman? You've been like my own sister, you've watched too many dramas. So cut back on Drama, it's messing with your brain." Her speech.

Khanza is upset at Nic, 'why God created this one man with a high IQ, but low sensitivity. It sucks.' Khanza lamented inwardly.

"Here you go, arguing with you is never going to win."