The Love of the Helper

The At Eiffel Tower

Davian takes Arini to the eiffel tower. He deliberately, only went alone with Arini, because he did not want to be disturbed by anyone including Dika's secretary even though. Just two romantic, blissful nights, that's what Davian wanted with Arini.

Arini never went abroad, only this time he set foot in Paris, France. Staring at the beautiful eiffel tower up close, at first can only dream, but now his hope becomes reality. Arini can come to this place, with the man she loves.

"I've made a reservation at Le Jules Verne Restaurant. There, you can enjoy the beautiful view of Paris with all its splendor. Come on, let's take the elevator now." take Davian.

"Mas, isn't this too much?" ask Arini.

"Of course not, why? People like me used to do it. I've been here before, but I've never entered a restaurant inside this eiffel tower" Davian said.

"I don't think I deserve to be here. I'm not someone like you Mas, I'm ashamed" Arini said.

"Here you go, there's no need to keep humbling yourself. You are a person like me now, happy Arini, I promise, will make you happy at my age." Davian embraces Arini.

"Thank you, Mum. I'm so overwhelmed" said Arini.

"Come on, we'll be right up, baby" Davian said.

Davian and Arini take the elevator in the eiffel tower to get to the restaurant he has booked. Arini was very happy, it felt like being in Paris, and being in the eiffe**l tower was like a dream for her.

They had arrived at the restaurant that Davian had booked. Davian invited Arini into the restaurant. A restaurant with a white and majestic feel, which is on the second floor in the eiffel tower. From inside this restaurant, they could see how beautiful the sparkling night of Paris was. Arini was really amazed by all this.

"Darling, let's get a message" Davian said.

"Mas, I'm a little tacky. I don't understand, what kind of food menu is this?" said Arini.

"Where? What do you want?"

"I want to eat rice, Mas. What's French rice? How come I don't find it like rice, then? I don't understand French, Mas." said Arini.

"This is it, baby. You can order Blanquette de Veau. Wanna?" ask Davian.

"What's the blanquette? Well, I'm really embarrassing. I'm sorry, Mas." Arini.

"It's Okay, Baby. I don't understand it either, it's just that I had this meal when I met a French business associate. Blanquette de Veau is beef cooked in chicken broth along with mushrooms, carrots, onions, and whipped cream. This is a menu that is suitable to be served with rice, dear." replied Davian.

"Well, I think it's delicious. I ordered it anyway, what the hell is its name, still I have trouble saying it." reply Arini.

"OK baby. I ordered the same as you. Let the others I order ya. Of course, it is halal and suitable for our tongues as Indonesians" Davian said.

"Yes, Mas. I'm just shirking! The important thing is that your child does not feel nauseous about the smell of food." said Arini.

"Excuse, me sir," Davian pointed his hand at the servant.

(Excuse me, sir)

"Can I help you, sir?" ask the waiter.

(Can I help you, sir?)

"Please give me two services Blanquette de Veau, two Coquilles Saint-Jacques, One services Pot-au-feu, one orange juice and one glasses wine, Sauvignon Blanc. Can you serve it?"

(Please give me two servings of Blanquettw de Veau, two servings of Coquilles Saint-Jacques, one serving of Pot-au-feu, one orange juice and one glass of wine, Sauvignon Blanc. Can you present it?)

"Sure, I will serve it. Please, wait for a few minutes. I'm glad to serve you, "The servant bowed his body as a sign of respect. He soon passed preparing the order that Davian wanted.

(Sure, I will present it. Please, wait a few minutes. I am happy to serve you.)

"Mas, what's the message? How much. What the hell is that? It's just the two of us, why do I say so much?" ask Arini.

Davian smiled, he rubbed Arini's fine hair, his wife was really adorable.

"It's a shame to know you're so high, baby, I'm proud you're never shy to ask" Davian said.

"And I'm dizzy with the menu, Mom."

"Simpel anyway, I ordered the same rice soup meat cream, I kept ordering shellfish, I ordered vegetable and meat steaks and one wine for me, I ordered orange juice, yes, because you're pregnant, it's not good to drink wine" Davian said.

"Yes, Mas. The name of se-ribet is just the same shellfish soup, Mas? Geez, I seem interested in learning French this way. So that I'll be smart later" said Arini.

"I knew in college that I had been in Aussie for two years, and I had a French friend, a Marseille guy to be exact, but now I'm lost contact. He gave me some real French food, so I finally knew some of his names, like I mentioned earlier dear" Davian said.

"You have a lot of experience, Mom. I'm proud to have you" said Arini smiling sweetly.

"I'm more proud to have you, baby." Davian returned Arini's smile.

"Why me? What to be proud of a woman like me? I have a lot of shortcomings, Mas." said Arini.

"Your heart, your soft and sincere heart. I like her, a woman who is full of anger but always sincere to me. You're the only woman who makes me feel alive, Arini. You, the woman who made my nature go back to what it used to be. You made a terrible change to my life." Davian held Arini's hand.

"Thank you, Mum. I'm very happy. In your eyes I mean so much. I still feel like I don't deserve a rich man like you. I still feel that I am your maid, Mas." said Arini.

"Yes, you are a beautiful maid in my heart, dear. You're the special one, the one that makes me willing to spend anything, as long as I stay by your side." Davian said.

"Mas, you're really warm.." Arini.

Orders are coming. They both immediately ate the dishes provided by the expensive luxury restaurant. I don't know how many tens of millions Davian spent on one meal at the restaurant. Because one serving of food at this Le Jules Verne restaurant, it can be up to 5 million more.

Arini is a little foreign to the food, his tongue is trying to adapt to the typical French food.

Almost an hour later, Arini and Davian had finished eating and talking. The atmosphere of Paris is very warm, the more night, the more clearly visible from the height of the eiffel tower, the sparkling night light of the romantic paing country in this world.

"Darling, where do you want to go?" ask Davian.

"Don't go anywhere else, Mom. We should go home. Poor Keyza," said Arini.

"Why Rin, you keep thinking about the boy, just let him be, Tira is looking after him." Davian doesn't like it.

"Mas, don't be like that. Although there was Tira who took care of him, but I remained a parent to him. He has no parents but us" Arini said.

"Baby, please! It's our romantic night, I don't want you to talk about the kid here. Let's just enjoy our day until tomorrow, please" Davian said.

"Dear, I'm sorry." Arini feels bad.

Davian looked at Arini, "I love you, my wife..."

Arini smiled, "Love you too, My husband.."

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