Red Box

Bullet 2: Lotus Lamp

Golden Bamboo Restaurant, it is not wrong again this place is listed.

Confused, I took the SIM card from my wallet and showed it to the employee.

“SIM can, right?”

While shaking, I thrust it.

This de javu makes me feel very strange. Moreover, they looked suspicious as well.

“Bby, sir,” answers.

“Pak?”

That word made me look. But instinctively, the call that seemed less pleasant to hear flowed by itself. I think it's because of my clothes.

As a police officer, it was common to hear someone who might be older calling him that. Rather than responding literally, I would rather take it as an advantage to be a cop, even if it makes me feel uncomfortable sometimes.

“I've expected VIP guests,” muttered the employee, after checking my SIM, “pets anter to the VIP room, peak!” he continued, whispering to his partner.

I just smiled thinly, responding to her awkward gaze. This is what happens in the work environment. When making a mistake, Roni also often looks at me like that.

“So, reservation on behalf of it is actually there or not?” my many.

While returning my SIM, the employee replied, “name you mentioned is not written in the guest book, instead your name is registered as a VIP guest. The address and place of residence are suitable, so it may be an invitation or some kind of surprise.”

“Surprise, yes?”

I started guessing, figuring out a reasonable possibility.

Some kind of celebration. Birthday, not either. That means, the remaining one is left. Geez, I hope they stop doing this every month!

“Sorry, sir he is still new, so still do not understand the basics of reservation,” said the employee, glaring at his partner.

“M-Let me deliver, sir!”

The colleague hurriedly led the way up a flight of stairs, and I followed him, although my feelings were getting worse.

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Along the way, the man looked nervous and misbehaved. It made me again suspect my clothes were like an important person. But beyond that, it seems like he is still new, so he has not been able to adapt well.

“Udah long time working here?” I asked, trying to melt the atmosphere.

The two streets without chat made me feel uncomfortable.

“New two months, sir,” replied.

“How does it feel to work?” ask again.

“Ya, there you go.”

“Not good, huh?” my question, he answered with a wry smile, “why work here?” ask again.

“Temen I work here, and it happened two months ago there was an employee who came out,” he explained.

“Oh, so, you replaced the guy who came out?” sahutku.

“True, sir,” nods, suddenly stopped in a room, “please enjoy our facilities, and if you need anything, just raise your hand. My friend who stands in the corner will come straight away,” he continued, explaining.

“Alright,” nod.

Slowly, I began to walk in a large room alone. Oh yeah, that place is on the second floor.

Compared to the first floor, this place looks much more exclusive. Decorative lights shone brightly, dozens of tables and luxurious chairs were spread out. But there is only one used, which is right in the middle.

Beautiful lotus flower-themed hanging lights dangled down. Just below the place, a girl waved at me with an annoyed look.

His face was thin, his eyes big. Neatly knotted hair, decorated knick-knacks floral motifs. It fits perfectly into the red cocktail dress she wears. Makeup that is not excessive, makes it look more graceful. Her long, wavy eyelashes blinked, along with her eyelids, which were brownish-red.

“You're twenty minutes late!”

While checking the small watch on her arm, the girl grumbled.

Her lips were thick, and decorated with red lipstick lit up with a frown. Maybe he wants to be more mature. But his angry behavior looks childish. I'm pretty sure, his age is below mine. This, too, refutes the alleged existence of a celebration or surprise event.

“Already expected,” muttered me, sighed.

Overall, this is not surprising at all, although it is a bit confusing.

“Did you say something?” ask the girl.

“Em, can I sit first?” my answer.

“Why ask permission, didn't you prepare this?” The Girl.

“Seems?”

“How do I explain it, huh? Mm...”

Suddenly the phone rang, a sign of a call coming in. Raising my index finger, gesturing for her to wait for a while, I lifted her up.

“Later you take Fira home, yes, Lang!” he said, once the call is connected, “ anyway, mama does not want to know, he is the son of an important person!” continued.

“Means mama a-“

Calls are unilaterally disconnected. Worse, the girl now crossed her hands, adding another frown.

With a smile, I pleaded, “please love me to sit down for a while, huh?”

The girl did not answer. Instead, he raised his head. While far from a positive impression, it is still a welcome signal.

Nervously, I pulled up my chair and sat facing him. Holding his head, confusion.

“Is there nothing you want to say to me?”

All of a sudden, the girl asked in an annoyed tone. I think it was because of my late arrival.

“Sorry?” I said, not sure.

“Only that?” the girl.

“Mm, did I make another mistake? Please just say it!”

“Six, cannot be five point five!”

“Did I make that much mistake? Anyway, why is there a comma all?” confusedly.

“That's the value of my impression of you!” answer the girl, “it's too late, too late an apology too. And worst of all, you don't praise my looks!” continued, nagging.

I just raised my hand, a habit if I want to interrupt my boss. This girl seemed to have the same aura as them. Or in other words, he also seemed to be going berserk if I were to interrupt. Moreover, he still continues to nag. Until then, a servant suddenly came.

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“There can be helped, sir?” tanyakanya.

We both looked at each other, confused. I just remembered, the waiter told me to raise my hand if I needed anything.

I immediately opened my mouth, about to say, “no,” but suddenly I get another idea.

“There is no food, or anything that can be provided?” my many.

“Will the dinner start now, sir?” the waiter asked back.

“Just start whatever it is, before this table flip-flops!” myrag.

“B-Good, sir!”

The waiter, too, left in a panic and in a hurry. Maybe he thinks I'm angry, but my head is just dizzy. It is much more exhausting than morning exercise. In fact, the problems that occur are so complex, when compared to fieldwork.

If there is a mismatch, at least twice the improvisation is immediately correct. Compared to the matter that demanded me improvise at all times, it felt like the call of the country was much easier.

“Why angry so, no need to overturn the table all the times!?” exclaimed the girl, suddenly staring with a puzzled expression.

“Not me, but you!” my answer.

“I?” the girl.

“M-I mean, I'm afraid you so just go.”

“Hm, understanding also apparently?” said the girl, “I give added value, deh. Now rate you five point four!” continued.

“Still, but why does the value feel down, yes?” sahutku.

“Always I said how much?” the answer.

While rubbing my head, I just had a chaotic smile. I'm sure this girl is just pretending to forget. But at least he smiled a little. What a strange girl. He seems to be the type that is easily influenced.

In the meantime, it is better not to make it emotional. Mama will definitely beat me up if I irritate her, especially if I go home alone.

“That's why I don't like matchmaking!” mumbling, smirking.

“Did you say something?”

The girl immediately snatched.

“T-No, I mean what does that sound like?” my answer.

It's really too heavy. The girl just kept quiet, glaring at me. I really can't face this alone.