The Qatar Taipan the Heart Thief

Chapter 35

"Sholeha Badrun"

"Yes" Leha answered reflexively hearing her long name called, why not all her love. He twisted his body and found the figure in front of him his eyes were rounded.

"Yes Mr Handaru, how can I help you?"

"Am I gonna get some coffee?"

"Can you wait a minute."

Leha's phone rang. Neymar's Winning Dance song screeched loudly, in his pants pocket, making him flabby.

"The emperor forgot the silent cave!"

The woman asked permission to pick up her phone.

"Yes Bun?"

"Belom is done, said Bang Isak directly followed from the office, canaa, yesaa, daunt Leha take notes first."

"Yes turned out to be an old friend, Bang Isak, yes long talk of the past, until Leha sleepy. Bosen too, Leha just stayed to watch the ball."

"Don't worry about Bang Isak not nagging regular kayak, hehe" 

Leha looked for the long thing she had placed on the side of her book. But there's no.

Leha got the paper, and looking for the pen, she didn't want it.

"But Bun, Leha's looking for a pen first."

Daru, who had heard Leha's talk, tried to help Leha by thrusting the pen at the woman.

Leha smiled. Grabbing Daru's pen.

"Yes Bun, Italian herbs, sausage, Cola, lemonade, salt, extra light snack, have you? Okay, love you Bun, see you soon"

"Thank you, ah Sorry, Thank you Mr Handaru"

"What's wrong, you can call me Daru, Indonesian?"

"Yaaa .. Jeez! You can speak a language? Pantes aje you pinjemin me a pen, you know I said that,"

"Sorry doesn't mean nagging"

"Oh no .. uh it's okay"

The atmosphere became quiet. 

"Do you like balls?"

"Yep, like Neymar more precisely," Leha gave a wide grin. 

"I'm a carb fan, not like matches but like players who caem-caem"

"We've met before. Watching in the private room,"

"Huh? Really?"

Leha pulled out four cups and poured the already boiling coffee.

"How much sugar?"

"One sugar two cream"

"If you make Mr Izil?"

"He's black, concentrated coffee"

"The same as the boss, already macem shaman aje yak them, coffee shaman and udud," 

Daru. For a long time he did not denagr the term coffee shaman and ngudud. When he was in college his friends always said that term. It means coffee and smoking. Alias nonkrong's.

Leha put milk in her coffee and then added a lot of cream. Daru watched all of them. Stir and taste. A smile expands on Daru's lips.

They continued their conversation about the beginning of Daru seeing the excitement Leha highlighted by the camera and entered the stadium screen.

Shame is what Leha felt. Didn't expect the person who saw his behavior at that time to meet him,

Daru never thought he would be able to meet this attractive woman again.

They also returned to the meeting room.

"Please" Leha gave the cup to Izil, then to Isaac. The two of them were still discussing seriously. Leha covered putting down her cup.

While Daru he brought his own cup. He wanted to help Leha but the woman refused.

"It seems like my right hand likes your assistant" whispered Izil who stared at what Isak noticed.

When he did not get a response from Isak.

"I met with Zain yesterday, he said that just two months ago he came back, did he call you?" Izil got Isak's attention.

"Contact but I'm busy in Indonesia. So it hasn't been time to meet" Izil just nodded. His mind is glaring. 

She forgot about Tabita Dania, a cousin who lived far away in the other country, following her husband. But now they are one country. Isak breathing rough, he should refocus on the meeting.

***

Leha next to Isak was busy with her cell phone. His giggling voice greatly disturbed Isak's concentration.

"You remember what Mother ordered"

"Let's remember Mr. Leha had a note in order."

Isak sighed Leha did not look at him at all as she spoke to him. Makes Isaac a little goiter.

"Who are you texting with? Your laughter is very disturbing my driving concentration" said Isak unhappy.

"Father, you know it's Handaru Brahma, Daru, right hand sir Izil, it turns out he's a mixed Indonesian with Spanish,"

"Hm …"

"So in Leha's pantry shock kok brother bule talking to Leha using the language, Continue Leha kangen story eating pecel, eh said he had pecel seasoning continue to want to cash into Leha"

"You want to"

Leha who was already sitting on her side, enthusiastically telling the story nodded.

"You are sir when else made pecel same handsome guy. Oh, my God, Mr. Daru is sweet like my husband"

"My Husband? Are you married?"

Leha shook her head.

"Not in the real world but in the world chat group Leha's trickery this is his wife Neymar, sir"

"Group chat the world of deceit?"

"Yes father, chat group that contains a collection of humans who have a lot of imagination, aka like ngehalu, father"

"You belong to that weird group"

"Ish the father of mah! Leha joined to channel Leha's delusion there, we can share with fellow shy. Ah father mah will not go back"

"Yes, I don't understand"

"Better, keep it that way, do not understand, meningan we go down, Father,"

"Cnp ... Arrived at the supermarket, I didn't say anything"

Plaque!

Leha slapped Isak's arm. Leha switched the conversation, because if continued conversation about the group chat world deceit, will be more elongated and widened. The man looked at Leha with his flat look.

The woman has gone down. Waiting for Isak to get out of the car, he had put his phone in. And followed Isaac who went ahead of him.

"Italian Herbs, cheque, Lemonade and cola, check, salt, checklis, ah, Sausage, sir, sausage yet" Leha unpacked all, containing a light snack that Leha wholesale, a, Leha also picked up a large box of Honey star cereal.

Leha really likes Honey star sweet taste especially combined with milk, Leha really likes it. If Leha's sick just want to eat this Honey star. It's strange.

Isak pushed his trolley towards the frozen makanna, Leha was observing a row of various kinds of sausages.

"Which father wants? Leha was confused and did not understand the reading, Leha left this task to the Father"

Leha moved to the side of the cooling door and opened the door ala-ala five-star hotel lobby door for her guests.

"Please Young Master" Leha's cry expanded. Isak only clucked with Leha's strange behavior.

"Levi?"

Leha looked at Isak who was frozen in his place. The man looked at the source of the voice slowly. Netra Isak. It was like seeing a terrible ghost. 

Curious. Leha raised one of her eyebrows. He looked at the source of the sweet voice.

"When?"

Tbc.