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The two-eyed dagger
This afternoon I enjoyed a warm tea mixed with peppermint leaves while staring straight out the glass. The well-treated green leaves caught my iris, the wave of leaves as if greeting me.
It's been a week since my meeting with Ella at Serena Coffe. I've never seen her or Mama Bella again. I think it takes more time to put my heart into shape. And fortunately, they understand.
“But again?”
“Hah,” my words are shocked. I looked over as he touched my shoulder, while the man smiled warmly.
I looked up at the face of the little-nosed man. He is very handsome wearing a black blezer with a maroon shirt in it, while his hands carry a briefcase.
“New home, Brother?” I asked as the man pulled the bench next to me.
“Iya nih, there is a question at home there is another upset,”
I grinned as I continued to sip warm tea in the heart-pictured white cup. The man called the waiter to make a cup of coffee.
“Sister don't shower first,” I said after putting the cup to the glass table.
The petite-nosed man loosened the tie after turning his chair to sit opposite me. My face flushed red, feeling a misbehavior this close. And one more thing, my heart skips around unbecoming. I'm starting to get fascinated.
“Sit for a moment nemenin you, can?”
“That's so,” I said while directly smothering my own mouth with the palm of my hand.
The man laughed softly. Her face was even more adorable and looked twinkle in both of her beautiful eyeballs.
“Looks like you're lonely, Delon's still in the office?” he continued while chirping looking for the figure of Delon.
I'm raising my shoulders, “Once you know, maybe overtime,”
The man picked up the black cup with his right hand after the servant brought it. He sipped his favorite bitter coffee slowly.
“Thinking what?” The man asked.
“No,”
“Do not lie,”
“Hehe, only miss Mama,”
The man touched my head gently with a warm smile, I felt hypnotized and looked like a cat stroking its head. He could most make me die of style.
“I get it, you're still heavy. But all problems must be faced not avoided. You're sincere, right?”
“Ikhlas, Brother. Do I have to go home,” I cradle while tapping my finger to my chin.
“Optional is on you. But if you stay here, I'm happy too,”
My eyes are wide open, “Syang?”
“Iya pleased. Since there was you, my sister-in-law changed a lot, not stiff,” he said by thinking for a moment, “Alya must be happy to see it,”
I smiled bitterly, there was pain when her tiny lips still mentioned Alya's name. I was far away compared to that woman. He has everything a woman wants. It is only fitting that the little-nosed man loves her so much.
“Hehe Yes Brother. May Alya be happy,” I said later.
The man smiled and seemed to rub his face agitatedly, did he miss the figure of Alya?
“I went upstairs first, yes,” parted after grabbing her briefcase.
I nodded and watched the back move away until it disappeared from sight. It is one of the powers I have.
***
In skyscrapers with dozens of floors that have no small number of employees. The man sat on a black bench near the table.
“Bring the meeting file later in the afternoon,” the order on the phone.
Two minutes later the door was knocked when the curly-haired woman with red lipstick put a blue map.
“This, sir,” he said without further ado.
“Could go,” He flicked his hands without looking at the beautiful woman standing in front of the table.
The woman clad in a classic white blouse combined with a brown pencil skirt nodded in understanding, then took her legs out of the room. He has memorized the habits of President Delon since entering this office five years ago.
While the man was busy opening the blue map, then observing every detail of the writing printed in black ink. His forehead wrinkled then let out a long sigh before putting the map onto the table.
The man, wearing gray trousers, a black vest, and a gray blazer, was paired with a long, brightly colored shirt to avoid being stiff. It has a firm jaw with thick, alluring eyebrows. Anyone who saw the man smile would instantly melt in place except me, Olivia Corliss.
Five minutes to go, the meeting will start soon. The spacious room dominated by dark blue looks crowded when the President enters. The seats were fully filled by division representatives, and one projector was already in front.
This time he himself will explain about the new mall construction project in the South Jakarta area. Enthusiastic employees listen well, no one dared to chat considering the habits of his boss who will not hesitate to remove from the meeting room disrespectfully. The rest, he leaves it to Jenita, a young secretary who has a body full of beautiful faces like Son Ye-jin.
Half an hour passed and employees had to return to work for overtime. He most do not like to waste a long time, after getting the results of the meeting he wants then all is done.
The man walked out of the meeting room, followed by Jenita who walked parallel to the big step.
“Jen, make sure everything goes well,”
“Good, Sir,” said the Indonesian-Korean woman of compassion.
“Do we have any client appointments?”
“There, Sir. Seven nights,”
Delon glanced at the circular watch in hand. The time was five and ten minutes, and the man opened the handle of the Main Director's room.
The ideal-bodied woman carried some files in her hands, then entered the room in front of the President's room.
The smell of citrus wafted as the man with the thick eyebrows walked in, then sat down in the black chair and refocused on the laptop screen.
For a moment his phone shook and there was the name of the little girl who was glowing, the man turned his head for a while and grabbed the flat object.
“You overtime, when to go home?”
“Hem,” reply is flat.
“Mr President is busy?” the voice tease across. A small scratch caught Delon's ear, but she was not affected.
“What's up?”
“You're home tonight, right? I'm again lazy out but want to eat cotton candy,”
“Then?”
“Please stop by, all through. Today night market is open, right?”
“Ya,” reply the man before swiping the red button on the screen.
Then he put the phone back on the table after calling an OB to make a cup of coffee.
Five minutes later the door was knocked and the cup of coffee he ordered was lying on the table.
“Can exit,”
“Good, Sir,” said the thin-bodied man carrying the black tray.
Delon picked up the coffee cup and sipped it slowly, with his eye movements checking the incoming email.
