The Winged Angel

Chapters. 95

It's been a week since Dea worked at that bakery shop. Not many obstacles experienced. Even since Dea worked there, the store was getting more and more customers. Dea was like bringing a blessing to that shop. Meylani is getting more and more fond of Dea. Although he is still new, but Meylani treats Dea very special. This time it was so for the new employee. Until he did not hesitate to move Dea from the service to the production section, which of course the salary is greater. Meylani is also not stingy about science, what Dea wants to know he explained in detail. 

" Dea, you're lucky" Tiwi, Dea's co-worker, said as they took their lunch break.

Dea just put on a smile. Is it his fate so lucky, then,? Somehow Dea got scared, something bad is going to happen. 

" Ce Meylan has never been that lo before, he couldn't have put anyone in the kitchen unless he had experience, or he was an expert in baking," It was clearly a hint of envy on Tiwi's face as she said that. He who has been working for almost five years, never changed positions from the sales department.

"I was afraid, afraid that I would disappoint Meylan." Dea said.

"Don't until that happens" said Tiwi.

After lunch, they went back to work. 

"Dea, please make muffins cake dough yes," ordered Jun, Dea's co-worker in the kitchen.

"Good mbak,"

While making the cake batter, the feeling of Dea suddenly became chaotic. A memory appeared in his head, as he brought Dion his muffins. 

Speaking of Dion, it's been over a week that the man hasn't called Dea. He did not even call or just send a message. Dea is like that too. 

"Is this the end of our relationship,?" Inner Dea. 

There was no breaking up, but they also did not communicate with each other anymore. The relationship was hanging, unclear. Dea wanted Dion to contact her first, but Dion waited for Dea to announce it. Dion thinks Dea is still angry with him, so he gives time until Dea can forgive him.

After work Dea came to Dion's house. He wanted clarity, if they would just end up like that. But not yet he got off the taxi, Dea's eyes caught the figure of Tiara just out of Dion's house. 

Dea's chest was tight, so Dion hadn't contacted her all this time. Dea doesn't want to misunderstand, but she can't lie to her own feelings. Dea's disappointed.

" No sir, continue" Dea said as the taxi driver asked why he did not get off.

The corner of his eyes began to pierce. Dea raised her head, opened her eyes so that her tears would not spill.

As soon as the taxi passed from there, Dion's other friends had just come out following Tiara.

" Thank you, I've got my bang, '" said Dion, standing in the doorway. And a nod by his friends.

They were friends of Dion from mapala SMEs that Dion followed on campus. Their solidarity is high. And Tiara also participated in the activity.

Dea returned to her dormitory in a daze, with no idea what was really going on. He became increasingly reluctant to contact Dion first.

***

Dion sat daydreaming on the porch of his home that afternoon after the departure of his college friends. His mind wandered far away. What is Dea doing, is she okay? Has he eaten, yet,?. The question ran through his mind. Dion looked blankly at the screen of his phone. The girl still hasn't contacted him. What anger was Dea to him, so that he had not heard from his girlfriend for a week. 

Dion tries to dial Dea's number, but Dion has not yet connected. He was afraid that Dea would ignore him. He also tried typing the message, but in the end he deleted it. 

***

Not only Dion, Dean also looks urinate. He did not want to bother Dea anymore, because it was clear his feelings could not be reciprocated. But Dean couldn't help his longing for the sweet girl. The last memory of Dea staying at her apartment is so attached to the man's memory. I think he wants to repeat that time. 

Unlike Dion who hesitated, Dean immediately grabbed his jacket and motorcycle keys. It's going to kosan Dea. 

Once in front of Dea's room, Dean tidied his hair a little before he knocked on the door.

Dea, who had just finished her bath, was surprised to hear someone knocking on her boarding door. He glanced at the clock on the wall, time at 8 p.m.

" Yes, who, who,?" 

Dea gulped roughly at his saliva, as soon as his hair stood on end. Dea was aghast when the door was knocked back. 

" who,? What kind of person is a ghost,?" Shouted Dea from within.

Dean folded his lips holding back a laugh at the nagging question from Dea. 

Dean knocked again at the door, without making a sound.

Dea began to careless, he threw away his fear. Slowly he approached the door. Dea saw the bell hanging near the door and picked it up. With his heart beating he opened the door. 

No one who, as he was about to shut it back down, Dean showed up. Sontak Dea hit Dean with a duster in surprise.

" Hey, hey, it's me," Dean held Dea's hand that kept hitting the bell at him.

"Dean, huh,?" 

" Yes, i.. Dean's.." 

" Oh my God, kirain who made a surprise," Dea murmured.

Dean chuckles. Dea grunted in annoyance.

" What's the night here, tonight,?" ask Dea Ketus. He's still upset about being bullied by Dean.

" Kangen," replied Dean staring in the Dea netra.

Dea fell silent. He threw a glance in the other direction, as Dean looked into his eyes. 

"I brought this, you must not have eaten, right,?" Dean showed off his plastic bag. Dea felt a change in Dea's face as she said she missed the girl, so she hurriedly switched the conversation.

" Why know,?" dea answered, trying not to care about Dean's words.

"You know, I'm your angel" replied Dean jokingly. But precisely the sentence he had just uttered made Dea fall silent again. Suddenly awkward atmosphere.

Dean cleared his heartbeat. While Dea smiled stiffly. 

"You sit down, I'll take the same plate spoon inside" Dea said, turning back into her room. Dean took a seat on the bench outside Dea's room.  The man held onto his chest, as his heart continued to pound. 

A week without meeting makes him unable to control his speech. The feeling was getting more and more unable to endure.

Dea came back with eating utensils and drinking. Dea then sat down next to Dean and opened the food Dean brought which turned out to be fried rice. The two of them were silent, the two of them being misbehaved.

" Let's eat, ntar keburu cooler lo nasi gorengnya," said Dea began to spoon fried rice into the mouth. He does not want to linger - long in an atmosphere that does not wear it.

Dea closed her eyes as she chewed the fried rice. I don't know what happened, today a lot of things reminded him of Dion. This time he remembered the time he lost his wallet when he ate fried rice, the first time he came to this city. 

" That's great, until it's eaten," 

Dea's daydreams crumpled upon hearing Dean's voice. He smiled in shame.

" Dion, you buy where the hell this fried rice is, it tastes different from the others." asked Dea to cover up the embarrassment.

Dean who was about to bribe the fried rice into his mouth, stuck in the air. The man lowered his hand not to bribe. The feeling was suddenly so chaotic. 

" I'm Dean, not Dion" replied Dean coldly.

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