The Love of the Former

DCSM chapter 12

"Lo yank, how are you here?" The priest stood stiffly in front of me. Just stymied the long ceramic table where to store dishes and arrange food before being taken out to guests.

I smiled at his silly question. Even I still saw the two hands clinging to each other before he tried to walk closer to me.

I still smile, looking around. They looked at me strangely.

"You're the one with the name, Diah huh?" I asked the apprentice girl who was still standing in her place not budging.

"Iy. yes, mbak."

I smiled again, and asked her to get a neatly arranged tray in the closet right behind her standing up. With a strange hint the girl handed her haul to me.

"May add 1 more tray yes. I think I have to use these two trays can be down simultaneously. If one goes back and forth, it's tired." I said while arranging orders in trays.

"I'm alone yank. It can usually be stacked, right? jadia let me deliver it myself."

The priest approached, I brushed off his hand as I was going to arrange the food I had arranged.

"Let's be two like this!! if it spills, baby. Don't protest too much where the drinks are put here too."

He just complied and was silent and didn't say much anymore. I still smile like I have never had the slightest burden.

"Udah is done, now deliver. It's a little good when it's cold. And this let Diah help you down. Deket right? just in the bougenfil block anyway."

When I finished saying Mas Dian entered with the order in his hand. Just because I immediately drowned myself in the busyness.

I acted normally until the working hours were up and it was time for us all to go home. No one dared to ask or provoke a story. All seemed silent with question marks that certainly hung in their minds.

"Ar, shall I take you?"

"Tumben Mas, usually goes straight to mess and sleeps."

"You buy cigarettes as a snack. Not sleepy yet, like the ngajak eyes stay up later." He blames his motor matic.

The motor immediately drove slowly when I was already sitting casually in Mas Dian's boncer. I got the lyrics from the end of my eye someone was watching us from the lobby of the side hotel. But I don't care, I feel tired enough today.

Dian didn't drive me home. He invited me to stop by the Indo self-service first to accompany him.

About Dian. He is cute for the ideal guy size and it also supports his hassle as a Playboy. Not infrequently, there are some girls who come to look for him. And all that is natural. Mas Dian also has a loving and patient nature.

There are so many friends at my place of work. I was only close to Mas Dian and Mas Eksan. The other is just a regular working relationship just say hello.

"What do you want, Ar?" His voice spread my daydream that had been around somewhere.

"Somewhat to buy, Mom. I'm on a diet hahaha." I laughed with my own words that were immediately given in my head.

Mas Dian stepped towards the freeze and took 2 packs of magn um chocolate ice cream. I pulled out my cashier shirt and paid for all the orders.

We sat in front of the grocery store and enjoyed the ice cream we had bought. I'm lyric clock's ten over fifteen minutes. It's not too late for me to come home.

"Why aren't you surprised?" Mas Dian's question suddenly made me look at him.

"Shocked? why?" I who was a little bit disconnected asked him with the body that was facing him now.

It was clear that Mas Dian sighed and looked at me who was still enjoying my favorite food.

"Related, Imam." It seems obvious doubt from the words Mas Dian and I understand that. Maybe they feel strange about my usual attitude when they find my girlfriend's affair with Diah the intern.

I swallowed the last ice cream before I answered Mas Dian's question. I also had time to justify my seat to be more comfortable.

"Actually... "