The Destiny of Love Aleesha

Chapters. 10. Wrong Room

Brakkk ...

"Sir Bram, what are you doing here ?" Aleesha asked as she saw Asbram in a shaky state trying to open the door of her room.

"Don't you see, if I want to go in my room." He answered without looking at his interlocutor.

"Father wrong room sir, where's your cardlock, let me help you."

Up here, Aleesha was still being patient and polite.

"Damn. David ! Call the hotel clerk, my card doesn't match." Shouting screams.

"Sir Bram, give me your cardlock, let me help you open it."

"You find yourself, which is the card." Asbram replied as he threw his wallet on the floor.

Aleesha pulled out one by one the inserts of the cards that were inside her wallet. But none of him found a cardlock from the hotel.

"Astagfirullah, so from earlier he tried to open the door using an ATM card." Aleesha muttered, as she found an ATM card lying on the floor.

"Pak Bram, where's Father's card ?"

"Hhhhmm."

"Sir Bram, wake up dong. Don't sleep in front of the door like this." Aleesha's grumbling was upset.

"Asbram !" His screams are uncontrollable.

Between annoyance and pity, Aleesha pulled Asbram's burly body into her room.

"What dream did I have last night, just sleeping hasn't been a nightmare like this." Own omelnya.

"Hhuuffff." Connect again.

With little effort, Aleesha managed to bring Asbram to the sofa.

"Finally." The complaining of sweating - sweat.

"Hooeeekk..."

"Hey, don't throw up here !"

But already, a burst of liquid stuff spilled from his mouth.

Not only dirty the shirt that Bram was wearing, but also the edge of the sofa and the carpet that was underneath.

"Oh My God, the slob." He complained while pressing his own tongue.

For whatever reason, Aleesha must help her out of discomfort.

He took off the dirty shirt and the smell of alcohol from Asbram's body. He wiped his neck and hands with a warm wet towel to reduce his alcohol scent.

'Why I can only look at you for a long time, when you are unconscious Bram.' He murmured in his heart.

"David, pour it again !" Asbram's mess is still unconscious.

He walked in an uncertain direction with his eyes still closed, until he finally fell on Aleesha's bed.

"Hey, not there !" He shouted, but too late.

Asbram is back snoring with the body supine in the most comfortable zone.

"Nurtau ... It's a hassle."

In fact, the work is not finished until there. Aleesha had to clean the edges of the sofa and fold the wet carpet to give to the laundry tomorrow morning.

Until finally, he put his body on the sofa that he just finished cleaning. Without pillows and blankets, it is not strong to withstand drowsiness.

***

"Joshuah..."

Asbram wriggled feeling his sick body, exhausted beyond measure. Still half-awake, he opened his eyes wide.

Slowly he was sibak curtains that blocked the entry of the morning sunlight. Asbram scrunched his forehead, feeling his surroundings were different.

'Surprisingly, why is the view different ?' Thought in the heart.

He turned around and looked around the room.

'It's different, it's not my room. Then where am I ?' Ask heart.

There's no one - who's here. No one can ask in this room. But he found something that he must have known.

A blazer hung near the door and some women's shoe stels.

"This is a woman's room." Mumbled himself.

The coldness made him realize that at this moment he was bare-chested.

"Where's my shirt, what happened to me last night ?" Ask yourself, trying to remember what happened last night.

Ddrrrttt .. ddrrrttt .. ddrrrttt ...

I heard a cell phone vibrating on the nightstand. When he approached, it was not his cell phone.

"Aleesha ?"

Czech ...

Not lost the sense of wonder about the events that he experienced this morning. All of a sudden, shocked by the presence of an Aleesha who entered without knocking on the door first.

"Wake up ?" Aleesha asked as Bram unblinkingly looked at her face.

"Why not knock on the door first ?" Answer back to asking.

"Huh, knock on the door ? This is my room sir, why am I knocking on the door." There was an annoyed tone from Aleesha's pretty lips.

'Yes, too, my fool.' Bram's comments in my heart.

Asbram looked away, shying away from shame.

"I've got you breakfast. If you want to go ahead, if you don't want to be okay either." Aleesha said a little sniffly.

"Then_"

"Then my shirt, I put the laundry together with my carpet and blazer that was hit by vomit." He cut off Asbram's words.

Without saying goodbye, without waiting for an answer from someone she spoke to, Aleesha turned towards the back door.

"Wait."

Asbram called, before he could open the door handle of his room.

"Aauuu." His complaints, while lightly kneading the part of his body that feels pain.

His forehead fell against the corner of the sofa, as it hurriedly followed Aleesha's departure.

Itching actually feet Aleesha wants to help. His heart is always moved, if you see someone is in need of help.

But a sense of prestige, making him have to undo his intentions.

"Is there anything I need to help you with, sir ?"

"Oh, no, thanks. But_"

"But if nothing else is needed, excuse me. Or maybe you want to go back to your room ?" Cut again.

"Yes, sorry, i_"

"Together." Once again Aleesha cut open the unfinished sentence Asbram said, opening the door, making room for his guest to come out.

Without asking much more, Asbram immediately returned to his room. Awareness she made her remember where she put her cardlock.

'Astaqfirullah, so in his pants pocket he kept his cardlock last night.' Inner Aleesha who had noticed Asbram's departure before she finally closed the door of her room.

***

First day of the seminar. From the beginning of the opening of the show until the time he went up on stage, Aleesha's face looked tired and often evaporated.

"Mbak Icha, preparation, it's soon time Ma'am Icha performs." Widya reminded me.

"Hhhhmm."

Widya felt there was something different about Aleesha today. He was more silent, less excited and to his astonishment, he had never heard the 'hhmmmm' answer from his leader's lips as long as he was active as his personal assistant.

"Bak Icha is sick ?" Widya asked back to make sure.

"No Wid, I'm just tired and a little sleep deprived. My neck hurts too." His answer was weak while lightly kneading his nape.

"But, Ma'am Icha is still ready to go on stage right ?" Widya's return ensured Aleesha's readiness to top the day's event.

"Hopefully."

"We give a standing ovation to our beloved CA, Aleesha Zavira !"

The music of the escort sounded loud. The applause and cheers of the seminar participants also sounded very enthusiastic.

'I cannot break their spirit. As usual, I should be more passionate than them.' Heart word.

"Come on Aleesha, you can." Widya muttered softly, as she saw Aleesha forcing herself to stay up.

"Is there something wrong with your leader ?" Bram asked suddenly from behind.

"Oh, Mr. Bram, I'm sorry. Today, Ms. Aleesha just didn't feel well." The answer is almost inaudible.

"He's sick ?"

"Yes, sir, had complained a little dizzy, his neck hurt and sleepy because last night could not sleep."

"Can't sleep ? Why ? Is the room uncomfortable ? Or should I find another room ?" Widya again had many questions, who actually wanted to know more about Aleesha.

"Sorry sir, I don't know. Because Ms. Aleesha did not tell her complaint in detail.

"Hhhhmm."

'It turns out he was so secretive, even with his personal assistant though.' Bram's comments in my heart.

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