The Winged Angel

Chapters. 77

Dea felt uneasy as the man sitting next to her continued to steal a glance towards her. 

"You don't remember me, do you,?"said the man arrived - arrived.

Dea was surprised, she looked at the man beside her in surprise. The girl pointed to herself making sure that the man was indeed talking to her. The man smiled faintly.

"Yes, I'm talking to you" said the man.

Dea looked carefully at the man's face. He felt he did not know the man, or the man was teasing him. 

"Basic, not old is forgetful," the man muttered but could still be heard clearly by Dea.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little bad at remembering. Have we met before,?"ask Dea.

The man who looked to be in his early 20s smiled as he scratched the base of his nose.

"Oh, forget it. That's not very important. The proof is you don't remember it" said the man.

Dea's forehead was furrowed deeply, he really did not remember ever meeting the man where. Maybe they have met somewhere. But can it be used as a meeting.

"I'm sorry, I think you're wrong. I've only been in this city for three days, and I'm not from here" Dea said. 

The man was a mangosteen - a mangosteen. 

"I also know you're not from here, because we're the same, the same - just not from this town, if you don't remember to forget it." said the man with a faint smile.

"But.."

Dea had not yet continued the words - he said a call instructing if they had to move into the room to start the interview process.

Dea and the two women in the waiting room, including the man, got up from their seats and followed the direction of a woman who was an employee there to head to a room. 

In the room there is another room that is bounded by glass walls that look like a work room.They are told to wait on the guest sofa. Then one by one they were called into the room.

Dea gets the last turn. As soon as his name was called, his heart started pounding incoherently.

"Good morning,"so Dea entered the room. A man with a hair mist welcomes her. A faint smile framed on the face of the man who looked to be in his late 40s.

"Please sit down,"the middle-aged man greeted kindly.

Nervously Dea stepped towards the chair in front of the man's desk.

"My name is Bagas Baskara, I'm the manager here" the man explained.

Question after question the man threw at Dea. Nothing is difficult because it only asks about identity.

Dea grimaced as Mr. Bagas smiled at the file of his cover letter.

"Alright, you can start working tomorrow," Bagas said.

"I, really welcome sir,?"asked Dea to make sure because she still did not believe.

Bagas sir nodded. With a still surprised look Dea got up from her seat.

"Thank you sir," Dea said half-bending before leaving the room.

Dea did not expect, he would be accepted to work. Like something strange, how to graduate SMA with the right value - pasan seems to be accepted in the company. But Dea didn't care much about it.

As soon as he got outside the building he jumped up in excitement. 

"Yes, yes, I accept."

Dea did not realize that the man who had claimed to have met her had noticed her ridiculous behavior. 

" Echhem,"

Dea's eyes were round hearing Deheman from behind her back, she turned her head. Dea was surprised to see the man still here and was trying to hold back his laughter. Instantly Dea became misbehaved, her cheeks blushing in embarrassment. 

"Congratulations, yes" The man extended his hand. 

"Oh, introduce my name Dean, from tomorrow we'll be co-workers because I'm welcome too" Dean smiled widely. 

For a long time Dea was silent before she welcomed the man's helping hand.

"I'm Dea, nice to meet you," replied Dea politely.

Dea hurriedly pulled her hand back. The man who claimed to be named Dean smiled wryly, he put one of his hands into his pants pocket.

"You live where, if you want me to take you," Dean bargained.

Dea shook her head violently, she also waved in front of her chest a sign of rejection.

"No need, thank you,"refuse the delicate Dea.

"Hem, okay. Then I go first, see you tomorrow" Dean said as he passed towards his parked motorcycle not far from where they were standing.

Dea stole a glance at Dean who was wearing a helmet, as soon as Dean looked at him Dea hurriedly turned his gaze in the other direction. Seeing that, Dean smiled faintly.

Dean honks his motor horn as soon as it passes Dea. At the sight of Dean's motorbike moving away from the building's grounds, only then did a flash of past memories appear on Dea's head, but faintly.

"That motor looks familiar, is it true that we've met before,?" inner Dea.

Dea shook her head slowly, she still didn't quite remember where she met the man.

Dea forgot for a moment about her lost memories, there was something more urgent. He had to find a place to stay, there was no way he could continue to stay in a motel because the cost was greater.

Dea reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone and contacted Dion.

It didn't take long, Dion came. Seeing Dea's radiant face made Dion smile.

"I guess, you're definitely welcome, right,?"

Dea nodded, unconsciously Dea hugged Dion so pleased. Realizing that they were in a public place, Dea quickly let go of her embrace. He smiled clumsyly.

"I have to find the cost - kosan, because tomorrow it has started work," said Dea.

"Ok, let's go,"

They began to look for the cost - the cost that is close to the work place Dea. Many obstacles they encounter, starting in terms of price, facilities and mileage. But it all ended when they found a cost - a cost that met the criteria Dea wanted. It is not far from the office where Dea will work later, and the boarding house is also equipped with facilities such as mattresses and cabinets. The price is also cheap.

"After payday, I'll pay all your money back" Dea said.

"Don't think about money, you just focus on work" Dion replied.

Dea bowed, he twisted his finger. He felt really bad that had troubled Dion so far.

"Hey," Dion touched Dea's chin.

Dea raised her face, her eyes glazed over. The girl bit her lips to hold back her tears from spilling.

Dion let out a long sigh, he grabbed Dea's head and dropped it on his shoulder. 

"Don't feel burdened, I'm glad to be able to help you, because I love you Dea" Dion said sincerely. He kissed the old head of the girl he loved so much.

Dea further immersed her face, not forgetting her hands tightly hugged Dion's body. His lips could no longer speak, he was lucky to have the man.

Seriate..

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Kira - think anyone knows, who's Dean, right,?

While waiting up, also stop by the work of this one brother..