The End of Hope

36 Eps. Love is Not Wrong

' What? A fire?! '

Naya and everyone around the restaurant dining room, ran towards the source of the very loud sound, which came from the kitchen.

The fire came from a large cathel on a burning stove. The bed was a place to fry food that was filled with oil that was too hot until the fire from the gas stove below it snatched up the frying pan.

"Can't you, anyway?!" some people panic and some are horrified to stay away there are also those who are silent just looking at not knowing what to do.

"Flame! Hiiy...!" the panicked chef shouted and ran away from the kitchen, only Naya and the other two waiters in the kitchen were used to working there. No one took any action.

A chef forgot to pour the oil in the bed and left it to the toilet. The fire was caused by the oil overheating.

Naya stepped quietly near the stove, turned off the fire and picked up a sizable cloth and carried the cattle out by walking slowly and carefully. Naya is like someone who has had experience. It even looks pretty calm.

He brought the fryer out of the kitchen area to a washing place specifically made to clean large kitchen furniture. Then he put it down slowly so that the fire that was still burning on the hot oil did not lick in all directions.

"May...!" a voice called out to Naya, who did not come from whose mouth.

Everyone was boisterous, Ms. Nha was also seen holding her breath and glaring towards Naya. There are even some comments that say it should be like this and so.

Naya takes a burlap sack that is on the floor because it is commonly used as a doormat. Then wet it with water and spread the sack wet and throw it into the fire that is still burning.

There was a flash of fire licking the sound when the wet sack fell there. A few seconds later. Blup. The fire was extinguished. Until what remains is only a blackened frying pan because it burns.

When the fire was extinguished, a large hand blocked the base of Naya's arm, but Naya turned her head and her eyes widened after knowing who was holding her arm and pulling her out of the washing area.

"What are you doing? You know that's dangerous?" ares said, his eyes deep at Naya. There was a ray of worry emanating from his face.

The deg! Naya's heart beat faster. Exceeding the moment he was carrying a large cathel of fire.

Naya was stunned for a few seconds, looking into the eyes of the man with a look of amazement. Until he shook his hand and removed Ares' hand from his arm.

'Eh. How did he get here, si? Is he worried?'

"Are you okay?" ares asked as he placed the palms that were holding Naya's arms into his pants pocket.

Naya, nod. Still staring at Ares's face. This was the longest look Naya had ever given Ares. When did they meet, the. They were both just buyers and servants. During this time there is no official introduction or like a friend, no. They only know each other's names as well.

'Astagfirullah. Astagfirullah'

Naya held onto her thumping chest. Then he went to the sink, to get a burn on the back of his hand. There was a burn that he had gotten earlier, when he put a sack of wet burlap on the fire.

Ares was still standing near the kitchen watching him, he had just arrived at the restaurant and saw Naya's heroic act as a circus performer carrying fire in his hands. He involuntarily shouted out in panic worried about Naya. But he could not stop his actions because Naya looked very calm, as if she was ordinary.

"Are you okay, Nay?" ask mom Nha. And Naya just nodded. A look at Ares who is still in the kitchen.

"It's okay, bude. It's just hand washing." He hides those little wounds so that others don't have to worry.

"Yes if you're okay. Thanks yeah. You can be a circus performer." said Nha with a laugh. Naya just smiled.

While everyone had already left the place and also the escaping chefs had also returned. Not with Ares.

Naya finished flushing her burns for three minutes with running water, it was a medical scientific way of dealing with first aid burns. So that the wound does not blister and reduce the feeling of heat on the skin. After that, just smear the skin with a special ointment for burns.

Naya only smeared her skin with vegetable oil. Because that's all we can use for a while.

"You said it was okay. Then what is it?" ask Ares. He stood beside Naya.

Deg.

'Eh, how is he still here?'

"It's just a small wound, sir. No problem."

"But it still hurts, right?"

'He is also the. But really, I'm fine. Go away, don't make me groggy. Hey heart, calm down. I'm a married woman.'

"I have medicine in the car" said Ares, moving from the kitchen back to his car, and took an ointment, and gave it to Naya.

"Wear this, it's normal to make any injury" Ares said after being near Naya again

After finishing applying it over the wound on his hand, Naya gave the ointment back to Ares who was still enjoying his food.

"This, sir. I've worn it. Thanks again."

"Just bring. Make you."

'Eh, what? Ah, I'm not good, am I. How's this?'

"Well, thank you for that." smiled awkwardly.

"Don't thank me. No problem." replied Ares, glancing at Naya at a glance.

The glimpsed did not see his face at all, as usual. Just as he held Naya's arm reflexively earlier, Naya stared at him for quite a while.

The quiet atmosphere was back in the restaurant, customers came back until night and the time for the restaurant was closed. Naya had already cleaned up all the stuff and she said goodbye to Ms. Nha, as she saw a car stopping on the side of the sidewalk.

"Let me drive you home" said Ares who had difficulty standing next to the car door to open the door for Naya.

Naya, who was standing on the pavement was stunned for a moment and then replied.

"No, sir, don't bother me."

'Make, what do I. Later it will be a misunderstanding.'

"Why? You're scared because there's no kids and there's only the two of us here?"

'Oh Allah, this man is very outspoken. But it's true, si.'

"Eh. It's not so, sir. I'll just ride the ojek."

"I'm not gonna fuck with you, Naya. Riding ojek is not muhrim, nor am I muhrim. What difference?"

'If the motorcycle does not suspect. Same thing, father!'

"Yes, sir. But..." Naya hesitated a little.

"Lake in!" ares said he had opened the car door. Naya hesitates, she sees the car and the streets taking turns.

"Come, in. Your husband won't pick you up, will he?" said Ares again.

'Kok, Mr. Ares can tell, si. Make me cry, just sad to realize this reality. He says the cure for heartache is falling in love again. But, what does that mean?'

Naya got into the car at the end. He sat in the front passenger seat next to Ares who was driving quietly. There was no chatter of any kind that came out of the mouths of the two different humans of that type, until it reached the front of Naya's house.

"Thank you, sir." said Naya before descending, and Ares simply nodded, a flat facial expression.

"Mrs?" said Rudian who was on his motorcycle, he saw Naya get off the car he had seen before, not far from him. Apparently he will pick up Naya because it is too late from the schedule of the morning ship or ship sore.

"Who is that?!" asked Rudian while getting off his bike. They stood in front of the open door.

"Nobody." answered Naya lazily. Actually he had expected it, if Rudian knew, it would definitely be misunderstood.

"I was going to pick you up. Not the same as other men."

"That's not me intentionally. You don't have to worry anyway, he's nobody." Naya entered the house and sat down by throwing her bag away on the sofa.

"If you're nobody, you can't help it."

"I told you, not intentionally."

"That's your excuse."

"Yes, that's the reason and the truth." Naya closed her eyes leaning against the sofa. Seeing Rudian silent, he continued his words.

"You worried... or jealous? Or afraid that I might turn away from kanda and love another man?"

'Try it, how it feels. Am I wrong to love another person because I was disappointed with his previous love? Can love be blamed? Love is never wrong. Wrong is the man.'

"If you say the husband can always answer yes, you. Nay!"