THE ENTERTAINER
CHAPTER 37
“Nay, I'm leaving yes. Breakfast at the table, oh yes, the clothes go in before going out. Do not forget to lock the door too,” Clara said in a hurry, while wearing her sneakers and then out of their studio apartment.
Apartments that are not in the city center, make the price quite cheap. Clara and Naya joint venture to pay the rent for the small apartment. Even so, the room they now occupied felt thousands of times more comfortable than the room they had once occupied together while being a comfort woman.
Naya blinked her eyes listening to all Clara's chatter, then glanced at the wall clock whose needle had already shown a punch.. Oh no, Naya turned her back, she immediately picked up a towel and ran to the bathroom.
After breakfast, Naya put in the clothesline, then locked the door.
“Again, Naya.”
“Gosh.” Naya held her chest in surprise. “Ngapain, Vin?”
“Waituin you are. Yuk.”
Naya smiled awkwardly. “Other times do not have to wait, yes,” he said while walking first.
“Who would like to wait, right me.” Alvin followed Naya's steps.
“Yes, Vin, I'm the bad one, when we're both late. Kasian Laras, open own cafe.”
Alvin was silent for a moment. “Na. You seem to understand what I'm doing.”
Naya did not reply, it felt very awkward now. Of course Naya knows exactly what Alvin is doing now, because Alvin has been doing it since the second after their meeting. Naya tried her best to avoid it. But Naya could not resist all the kindness of the high man. Because Alvin was the one who recommended Naya to the owner of Cafe Arium.
Who will accept himself who is without any work experience. Yes, it was his confession to Mr. Robert, the owner of the cafe when interviewing him. A woman from the village, who was wandering with her cousin, Clara. Then interspersed with sad stories about their poor families. Although with a very neat lie, but Naya can really get a decent job. The same way, Clara used to get a job at her workplace right now. And then again, it was all a brilliant idea from Clara.
It was still half-eight in the morning, but some students were already seen passing in front of the cafe. Maybe because today is Monday, the first day that many people hate.
“Good morning .. please order it.” Naya enters her work mode of serving her first customers with a bright smile.
“Hot Americano one.”
“There's more, Sir?”
The man who was reading something on his phone shook his head. Then I looked at Naya, and then I saw her phone again, and I saw Naya again.
The man paid cash by still staring a long time ago at Naya.
“Good, thank you, order will we deliver.”
The man smiled slightly, then took his place at the very corner and back. However, it could still see the position of the servants up ahead there. The female employee who is his concern, is helping a pretty handsome male employee according to him. I don't know what they're talking about, but obviously the female employee occasionally laughed after hearing the man's words.
The mysterious man then directed his cellphone camera to aim at the woman's face, just because of the close distance, the man's face was also shot. Surprisingly, the photo looks like the male employee is rubbing the woman's cheek. The mysterious man is not satisfied with the results of his shot, then will return to direct the camera in the front there, by only focusing on the woman's face.
“Pak. Here's the order.”
Another female employee came and caught him, looking at him suspiciously.
The man hurriedly put his phone in his pocket and cleared his throat.
“Thank you,” said the man then took his coffee and hurried out.
“Nay. You know that guy?” asked Laras curiously.
“The one just came out? I don't know ... What's wrong?”
Laras thought for a moment, is it possible that it was just his feelings? Then he smiled and then shook his head. “No, nothing.”
Naya stared in wonder at the passing Laras and walked towards the back.
Meanwhile, the mysterious man stopped his steps, then took out his phone again, sent the photo he had taken earlier and typed something.
“We've found it, Mr.”
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