The Love of the Former

DCSM chapter 6

I slowly stepped my foot into the hotel lobby. This is an employee break. Don't ask why I'm here? of course I'm visiting the Imam, my girlfriend.

The rooms that are used as mess are right behind the hotel office lobby. There are 6 bedrooms, 2 toilets and a spacious courtyard where you can hang bed linen and hotel equipment. Because there is also a special loundry hotel.

Then my job? don'worry. For the kitchen staff there are 2 shifts performed. I am free to go wherever no guest comes or when a friend who turns with me has come. Kitchen staff working hours are longer, for example when entering the morning like I am now. At 6 am I have to be there, preparing breakfast menu for the hotel guests who stay. As well as preparing materials that will be sold that day.

At 11pm, there will be a kitchen staff coming. But that doesn't mean I'm free of duty. Of course not, because it will be 3 pm or 15.00 then my working hours end. It was at the shift meeting that we were able to relax a bit and leave the goods job for a moment.

"Send, Ar." Ma'am Ina smiled to see me walking with a tray filled with lunch for the hotel staff.

"Yes mbak. All right, nengokin' him."

Ma'am Ina nodded, and I continued my step into the office towards the back room or mess.

"Wuii, lunch is coming." I smiled and continued to step towards the table in the corner.

I put the tray there. Mas Eksan who knew my arrival rushed into one of the rooms. Soon he came out with the Imam walking slowly beside him.

On a sofa he sat himself down. I approached with a plate filled with ration rice for lunch today.

He looked at me instantaneously, I thrust the plate slowly. But there was no movement from his hand. I took a breath before taking a seat next to him. I was upset when I found out he was sick but kept everything hidden from me.

"Eat, then take the medicine and rest again." Saying slowly.

The priest only opened his mouth but his hands did not move at all.

Huufts

The rice in the plate is half left. The priest shook slowly. I took the medicine that was once proffered Mas Eksan. Give it to the Imam with a glass of water.

I put the glass back with the old plate to eat. I have the lyrics of a clock hanging from the wall.

"Will you come back?" Said slowly.

I approached and sat down next to him. "Have you felt better?" Not answering his question, I was more interested in his current state.

Worrying? sure is. She was my boyfriend for 3 months. It's just that I still feel annoyed at being ignored by him. Even I feel like the last person who knows he's sick.

"Little." The priest put his head in my lap. Staring at the heart with hands that touch my knees.

"What did the doctor say yesterday?" Yes Mas Eksan has told me, yesterday afternoon he delivered the Imam to the doctor. Again I sighed, wanting to be angry but not in his current state.

"Lack of rest?" Answer slowly. After that she flipped over, letting her face look down at my stomach and hugged me slowly. The warm breath became more real. I put my hand to stroking her hair slowly.

"Sorry yank, I purposely forbid them from telling you. I just don't want to make you think much. I know this week has been very busy, a lot of reservations will definitely keep you busy. I don't want you to bother with my pain. Take it easy I'm fine, you'll be cured." Sluggishly.

I just kept quiet, what he said as an excuse did make sense. "Rest, I'm still here in 20 minutes. If you wake up I'm not there, that means I'm back in the kitchen." The head that I was rubbing her hair was nodding over my lap.

I slowly felt the regular hot breaths hitting my stomach. His embrace loosened a little, indicating he had fallen asleep.

I smiled at another friend who was enjoying their lunch not far from where we both were. From the beginning, I never wanted to go into a mess room. Moreover, the mess is more occupied by male employees.