Restu Brings Love

Surprises!

Raka hurriedly got up from the floor due to falling out of her chair when the number of the person she missed called.

"Jang!" greet Raka with a stubborn heart.

"Hi Kak, still in the office?" tanya Ajeng. But Raka's heart was about to jump out.

"L-yes baby, I'm in the office."

"Oh, what else?" ask Ajeng.

"Go ahead of you," answered Raka then sat down again in her chair. His face was blushing with a blushed face. His heart skipped a beat, and his heart was warm with millions of fireworks burning. Is it true Ajeng is now at the Mahesa Hotel.

There was the crisp sound of Ajeng's laughter which made Raka anxious to be in front of him immediately.

"Where are you?" ask Raka deg-degan.

"I just arrived. Very tired, brother. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. The spirit of work, bye-bye!" Ajeng.

"Eh-eh, wait a minute baby!" raka said it wasn't finished but the phone line was cut.

Raka became more sophisticated with the behavior of Ajeng like that, somehow Ajeng is very easy to make himself become more hustle and bustle.

Raka remembered Daniel. He had already made him kegeeran if Ajeng said he was at the Mahesa Hotel.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

There was the sound of the door of his room being knocked. Then came Dian into her room.

"Sorry sir, there's a call from Mr. Bastian" Dian said, handing over his phone.

"Bastian, what did a Hotel Manager call him?" ask Raka in my heart.

"Yes Hello?" answer Raka.

"I'm sorry to bother you and sassy, there is a hotel guest who wants to be served directly by Mr. President directly," said Bastian, a Manager who is responsible for all hotel guest services.

"Whose guest is it?" asked Raka lazily.

"He did not want to mention his identity, because if you do not come he said he will make this hotel has a bad image, he said he was an influencer who many followers on social media."

Raka was very upset to hear that.

"Can't you handle that?" said Raka.

"I have asked Mr. Hendri to pretend to be the President, he was angry because he knew the face of the President of the Hotel Mahesa" replied Bastian.

Raka grumbled annoyed, because it had not finished losing its betel flavor because of Daniel's work. Now the business of his hotel guests should he himself intervene. Raka feels the work of all employees is not becus.

"How about this sir, he has started live broadcast on his social media account tuh, it could be true later he will vilify the image of Hotel Mahesa."

"OK-ok. I'm down now. What floor?" ask Raka.

"Floor 17."

"OKAY. You wait at the elevator door!" Raka then gives the phone to Dian. Raka then walked while confirming the tie that had been messy because it was pulled and loosened after the meeting.

Passing through the office hallway. Raka had noticed the faces of those who seemed to be smiling towards her. Raka simply returned their smiles with a cold boss-style look. Make everything become focused on his work in front of his computer screen. Raka is accompanied by Dian, a replacement while Daniel appears to follow Raka's long footsteps. While tidying up the appearance that should look perfect, Raka put the tie back and saw the reflection of her body and appearance on the elevator door that is now open and Raka directly into the elevator. Dian pressed the 17 button. While Raka again saw his phone that was empty without a notification. He then remembered Daniel. Before she met the guest, Raka then tried to call Daniel. And immediately lifted.

"Hey Baboon! You've caught me, where are you now?" asked Raka in an emotional tone.

"Know what the hell, sir, I'm taking this car to the hotel" replied Daniel.

"Good then, come quickly because I want to teach you a lesson!" raka said annoyed.

"Yes sir, I'm driving this car, can't be on the phone" Daniel said. And that even made Raka more upset.

Trings

The door opened and they reached the 17th floor. In front of the elevator door, there was Bastian. He bowed apologetically because Raka had come down here to serve a guest.

"He's what the hell? Youtuber, Endorser or Toktok artist. Why are you so scared?" dumel Raka to Bastian.

"Sorry sir, it seems that he knows you, so he can threaten you like that" Bastian replied in self-defense.

"Yes sir, she's a woman and now she's in the room."

"Well if he's in the room, why ask me to serve him?" raka said strangely.

"Don't think that I'm a plus-plus president who can take careless guests. You think I'm a lowly man?" raka snapped annoyed at Bastian.

"Sorry sir, that's not what it means. But you better meet him first!" bastian then pointed to a room door.

Raka then knocked on the door gently even though her heart half-heartedly wanted to do that. Shortly after, the door opened. Then Raka gawked when it turned out that the guest was Laksmi Dewi.

"Lakshmi!" raka was surprised.

"You've been a long time!" sahut Laksmi is angry.

"So the guest of the restaurant and alay want to be served by the President of Hotel Mahesa is you?" asked Raka scuffles once saw Laksmi's sinless face. An ordinary super cold gaze from Laksmi and expressionlessly looked at the irritated and boisterous Raka.

"Why? You mind if there are guests who want to be served directly by the President. After all, his hotel guests booked the most super luxurious rooms in this hotel. It is not wrong if the guest wants to be served by the President directly. At least make guests happy with the hospitality of the President," said Laksmi made Raka's head like it was about to break.

"OK-okay!" raka replied while holding his head.

"You just came, and what do you want now, do I need to call Daniel?" said Raka.

"No need. It's not me you should serve either. Guests next to my room." Raka's words made her hold her breath.

Tok tok tok tok

Chequelek

"Come in. He is the one you should serve!" laksmi said then closed the door with a slam of the door right in front of her face. Raka immediately blinked her eyes as the wind blew through the two beautiful eyeballs.

Raka swallowed her saliva when she saw the door of the room next to Laksmi's room slightly open. Raka glanced at Bastian who seemed to be covering his face with a strange growl. What is it, is Bastian now laughing at him.

"I'm back to my place again sir" said Bastian saying goodbye as he covered his mouth with one hand. And Raka had caught that Bastian was laughing restrained because he saw himself President made arbitrarily by a woman named Laksmi Dewi.

Then Raka came in with all sorts of feelings. Scared, anxious, curious. Is his mind and heart now appropriate. If he wished it was Ajeng. If not, he is disappointed.

"Excuse me!" raka then slowly went inside. The hotel room is very spacious. There is a living room that separates from the bedroom. But there's no answer. Slowly Raka also ventured deeper into the room containing a King Size-sized bed from the hotel room. There's no one.

Suddenly the sound of the bathroom door opening. And Raka momentarily held her breath as she saw who had just come out of that bathroom.

A woman was simply wrapped in a kimono towel with wet unraveling hair. The condition of the body of people generally when finished bathing. And Raka felt that now her heart had moved under her stomach after recognizing the woman.

"Jang!" raka Exclamation.

"Surprise," said Ajeng while displaying an adorable smile in front of Raka who now looks shocked to see the existence of Ajeng here.

Raka rubbed her eyes how many times to make sure it was Ajeng. He even patted his own cheeks loudly. Fear is a dream.

"You're shocked, brother, am I here?" tanya Ajeng then walked over to Raka.

"Stop, hold it there!" said Raka rewinded her body backwards. Quite a shock as well.

"Why?" tanya Ajeng held back his laughter.

"Are you really Ajeng?" ask Raka.

"It's me Ka, Ajeng. AJ Agustine," Ajeng said adding the name of the artist.

"If you really want to stop there. It's dangerous!" said Raka while closing her eyes.

Ajeng laughed at Raka's behavior like that.

"What danger is it?" tanya Ajeng continued to move closer to Raka.

"The alarm in my head is already on. Its very danger. If you continue to advance here Ajeng with you who still wear towels like that!" said Raka with a red face. Understandably already six weeks four days thirteen hours he did not meet Ajeng after in Berlin.

"If I don't go forward, I can't get my clothes in there!" said Ajeng while pointing at the suitcase that was still beautiful in the back of Raka.

Raka's face was already red like a boiled crab looking at the woman he had longed for all this time. And when meeting Raka has been presented with a view that will provoke any man if he sees a woman only wrapped in a towel. Right in front of him at the moment.

"Ajeng Agustina, you have awakened the sleeping tiger," Raka sighed.