Only One Heart

Manager sucks

Having to deliver lunch for the manager was not too annoying, but because it had confiscated some of his rest hours, of course Aika became a bit upset. Mr. Sasto, PraResto's butler, why should I appoint Aika for this. He is, right, still counted as a new officer. Serving customers only, still can not, then why should he serve the manager?

The huft! Along the footsteps from the kitchen towards the second floor, Aika was unceasingly grumbling. He was tired, needed rest under the ac, not to mention his stomach that had been rumbling to be filled. Arriving in front of the double door of brown-plit dragon image, suddenly Aika's heart beat fast. Fear, anxiety and worry attack him in time together. For a split second, the girl who this afternoon was twisting her ponytail-shaped hair just silently pecked, not daring to raise one hand to knock on the door. It was only after taking a few deep breaths that Aika finally tried to move her hand three times. Knock on one of the double doors that are closed in front of him. There is no lawfulness. Aika thought her knock was too slow. she tapped three times for the second time. There is still no lawfulness. Upset that this was getting more time-consuming hours of rest, Aika knocked again with a bit of roughness, almost like a light blow. Must the manager know, Aika is not the patient type. “Log in!” one voice commands from within. A sigh of relief could not hold Aika. He thought, next time if Mr. Sasto told him to take lunch again to the manager's room, Aika had to push around so that people behind there could hear. As she was about to grab the doorknob, Aika's hand movements suddenly stopped in midair. It seems ... The voice he heard was not too foreign in the ear. But ... whose voice. Aika shook her head quickly. Maybe it was just the girl's feelings. Opening the door, Aika lowered her head. He then stepped forward, still not daring to look at the manager who was most likely sitting sweetly in the work chair. One and a half meters away from the spacious table that stretched in the middle of the room, Aika's steps came to a halt. He cleared his throat before venturing out, “Good afternoon, Sir!” “...” Aika gulped when she did not get any answers from the manager. Was he a budg time? Thought Aika sassy. Because, twice Aika knocked on the door, there was no reason, until she had to distribute. And now, he said hello got no response. Trying to thicken the patience that almost stayed in line, Aika cleared her throat once again. “Good day, Sir!” with the volume of sound raised by several decibels. Just be careful if the manager still won't answer. “Hmmm ...” There was a small mutter in Aika's ears, which practically made the girl feel relieved again. “I ordered Mr. Sasto to bring lunch to Mr.” “Put it on the table.” Like a bucket of ice water splashed on her head, Aika shivered. The girl's roman fur immediately stood up when she heard the manager's voice firsthand. The hand he used to carry the iron tray trembled slightly. This voice ... was completely familiar to Aika's ears. He knows more than his owner. A pair of honey brown marbles that Aika had pointed at the marble floor layered with a carpet of dongker under her feet, she lifted slowly. In order to make sure the owner of the voice is indeed the person he knows. LODGYNG ...!!! The tray along with its contents, spewed from Aika's hands that were suddenly slippery by cold sweat. His voice was not too loud, because it was muffled by the carpet that covered the floor. Immediately, the girl's anger came to the surface as soon as her eyes rubbed with the man's clear well. Full-fledged. Either for some time, the two could only fall silent. A long silence filled this suddenly silent room. Aika's feet were wet with splashes from the mineral water she dropped. Even so with the condition of the floor that becomes messy. Both Aika and Purna chose not to care, more interested in pitting the strength of each opponent's gaze. One voice surprised both of them. “Sorry, Mr. Purna. I'm sassy. I had knocked on the door a few times, but—” Mr. Sasto's voice stopped when accidentally the corner of his eye found the chaos that occurred in this room. “Aika! What have you done?! You dropped Pak Purna's lunch!?” snapped Mr. Sasto later. His eyes were already round wide, glaring at Aika who preferred to be silent. Purna remained silent, observing Aika who was now lowered to face the anger of the butler. “Pak Purna, I apologize for the carelessness of our new servant. Let me call another waiter to clean it.” “No, Mr. Sasto. I want him to clean it himself.” For the first time, Purna spoke. Aika looked up, a sharp look she blushed at someone who was still sitting quietly behind the table. “But, Pak—” Purna raised one hand into the air, gesturing that the interlocutor did not refute his orders without turning his gaze away from Aika's face which was currently hardening his jaw. “Call someone else to deliver my lunch.” “Alright, Sir!” Mr. Sastro then turned around, leaving the room full. Leaving the atmosphere that returned to silence and a little gripping for two humans who are still still seeing each other. “What do you see, Miss?” desperately Purna held back the shakes on his tone. He was just trying to be professional, although his heart was undermining to greet this girl and call her ‘Sayang’. “Quick clean up the mess you've done,” he continued as he re-scrolled the viewing direction on the monitor screen that was still on, disconnecting their eye contact, trying to ignore Aika who was in one room with him, and try to ignore the heart palpitations that come back struggling. “Elo ...” Aika didn't know what to say. The entire sentence that had been at the end of his lips was restrained, could not be removed. “Be polite to your boss, Miss!” Purna warned without returning the eyes of the interlocutor. “How can elo ... manager of this restaurant?” Aika is stubborn. Not heeding the words of Purna. Purna could not stand watching the monitor screen. In the end, he again raised his head and let out a long sigh. “This is your question for a superior, what as a fiancee?” tanyanya, pretend calm. Aika was caught hearing it. “We haven't even really fiancee yet, Purna.” “Three days left. Don't forget that, Ai.” Aika's mouth was open, about to refute Purna's words. But instead of making a sound, a pair of lip valves actually closed again without a word being thrown. The desire buried in Aika is, he wants to take off the white sniekers who now wrap his sweet legs for him to throw alternately on the handsome face of a Full Moon. “Wait for what else? Now clean the floor.” Purna said formally. The handsome man propped his elbows on the table and linked his fingers as a chin support, watching Aika with a small grin that successfully made her girl even more angry. “I want to resign!” Aika held her chin up high, challenging Purna who did not care about her anger. “You forgot something, Ai.” Aika's chin dropped by several degrees. There was a faint frown that appeared on his forehead that was not covered in bangs. The girl tried to remember something Purna meant. Secretly, Purna watched every inch of his face closely. “Working contract,” Purna said, hiding an amused smile behind the serious face he displayed. Aika grimaced, the next second she groaned stifled. “Sial!” as if the girl, no matter what Purna, her superior, would hear. The sound of knocking on the door distracted the two humans. Purna replied, commanding anyone who is outside to enter. Aika still looked upset. Not intending to realize Purna's orders that told him to clean up the mess he had done. “Good day, Sir!” the soft voice of a familiar girl in the ears, caught Aika's attention. He turned to his right side and found a tall, slender figure of a polite looking Nina with a tray in hand. “I asked Mr. Sasto to deliver lunch for Mr. Purna.” “The old man was so much, anyway! Pake event tell assistant chef everything just to nganter doang food. Cih!” Aika grumbled, not bothering to keep her voice down. Nina, who was looking down, turned to the side. Her eyes fiddled to find Aika who was standing around her waistline next to her. “Aika!” nina, half whispered. “Jaga llun lo!” “Just put the tray on the table, Nina.” Purna let go of the braid and folded his hands. Be formal with one of their employees. Aika is an exception. Nodding once, Nina according. He slowly stepped forward with occasional stealing glances. Deliberately arranging food slowly, so that it can be longer near the pujaan. “Mmm .. sorry in advance, sir. Can I help Aika clean the floor.” Nina please permission. Behind her, Aika was already grinning with excitement. However, the response given by Purna dampened his sense of pleasure. “No, Nina.” Nina's cheeks meet reddish when her name is called by Purna's lips. His heart was flowering, realizing Purna still remembered his name. “Someone must be responsible for the mess he created,” Purna continued that slightly disappointed Nina. In fact, he still wanted to linger in this room. “Good, Sir. In that case, I beg you.” Nina lowered her head, took two steps back before turning around and walking out of the PraResto manager's room. “So, this is how you treat your fiancee?” aika asked rhetorically, after the door leaf behind her back closed again. One full eyebrow raised, looking at Aika with a mocking expression. While her heart has been singing love songs, because Aika unknowingly acknowledges the status of their relationship. “Didn't you say it yourself, we're not even engaged?” Checkmate! Aika's mouth was gaping, between anger and shame mingled into one. He wanted to argue, but found not a single word as a defense. So he could only stomp his feet before crouching down and start picking up broken glass, rice grains scattered on the carpet, along with other messes, the result of the carelessness he had done himself. On her seat, Purna smiled amusedly, staring at Aika's playful half-dead mimic holding back emotions.

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