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Dined together

Some of the food menu has been served on the table gradually. Alessya's gaze on the food was like a diamond sparkle stored in a box. The dish on the plate is too beautiful with a portion that is not large. If you can be honest, Alessya's lifetime is only the first to see firsthand such beautiful cuisine.

Usually, Alessya just watch with seductive on television or social media. He had ever imagined. When can he eat good food with such a stunning look? Apparently unexpectedly the desire can be implemented.

“Eat,” said Arhan told Alessya in a soft voice. Alessya immediately raised her gaze. “Surely you will never eat food like this. I'm sure for the first time, you came to a nice restaurant like this.” With pride Arhan scoffs at Alessya.

Although actually his heart does not want to hurt Alessya. He thought his words were a form of a joke.

“You brought me here just to insult me? This is what you mean to talk to me?” Alessya straightened her body. And looked at Arhan as if.

“Who insulted you? If you feel that my words are true, you should thank me,” reply Arhan very confident.

“Thank you? Did I not hear wrong?”

“You can for the first time come to a restaurant as good as this thanks to me. And you can also enjoy dishes that you may not have eaten in your lifetime,” exclaimed Arhan, very happy to make Alessya upset.

“If you speak so continuously, I will leave right now,” threatened Alessya, not strong to hold back emotions.

“Good. Alright. I won't talk anymore,” replies Arhan, who surrendered unconditionally.

“Awas! If your mouth can not be silent anymore, I will really go,” said Alessya reminded firmly.

“Yes, I know. Now eat. During the meal, I will be quiet. I'll talk to you later,” timpal Arhan, while putting a napkin in his lap, and taking a spoon and knife on the side of the plate.

Still upset, the tip of Alessya's eyes tapered. He could not believe that Arhan this time would obey him. It's not just Arhan.

It's true that he has bipolar disorder. This crazy young master often bullies me. But, on the one hand he can show the other figure.

“Why shut up and look at me like that? Do you want to eat me with those big eyes of yours?” ketus Arhan while throwing a glance at Alessya, who subconsciously looked at Arhan deeply.

Clumsy, Alessya hurriedly grabbed the spoon and quickly ate the dish on the plate, which a few minutes ago was still pulling in his eyes. Now everything that was seen in his eyes turned grim. All thanks to Arhan messing up his feelings.

Meskpiun was quite upset because of Arhan, but after the food was successfully spooned into the mouth, Alesssya turned amazed. When he was born, his tongue tasted such a delicious taste. And so, in the spirit of Alessya feed the food again and again.

Eating something that tastes amazing can change a bad mood. Alessya doesn't care about Arhan anymore, or anything. He just wanted to enjoy the food until it was over.

How Alessya ate, noticed by Arhan. He also more than once drew a smile between his meals. All sorts of feelings accompanied the meaning of his smile.

During the meal they were both calm, only occasionally was the sound of light friction eating equipment. The two chose to be voiceless, which is usually often a war of the mouth. Apparently food could reconcile the two of them for a moment.

“If you are not yet full, you can order a new menu,” exclaimed Arhan, when Alessya had put food on her plates. While he spends less number of plates than Alessya.

This grumpy girl can be calm too if she is eating. Now I know how to make her a cute cat.

Alessya's mouth that was a little straw was immediately swiped hastily with a white napkin, until it was clean enough. He then, returned Arhan's offer.

“No. I'm already so full. Eating excessively is not good.”

“Really?” Arhan. “Must be very clear, I saw you with these two eyes, spending almost all the dishes on the table. I think your eating is excessive enough,” ledek Arhan, deliberately wanted to mess with Alessya.

In the second of hearing the last sentence that was triggered from Arhan's sexy lips, Alessya's face reddened already. He was confused to hide his face where.

He must have been very unconscious when eating, until the shame he had to think about was removed first. Moreover, he ate so voraciously in front of Arhan. Which should be more attitude.

Once again, Arhan silently smiled. Jeez, her smile was beautiful beyond the cherry blossoms in spring. But, alessya could not appreciate the beauty of Arhan's face as she smiled. He was not attracted by a fingertip with a smile or anything in Arhan. He had already judged Arhan badly. However Arhan smiled, Alessya still did not like it.

A waiter who was standing while watching the two of them eat, walked over after Arhan hinted for the table to be quickly cleaned. The waiter asked two of his other friends to help, so that it would be finished sooner. Service to people who have rented a restaurant room must be the best.

“Can I talk now?” arhan asked, politely asking for permission. Alessya was stunned to hear Arhan speak that smooth.

“Speak.”

“I want to ask you for help.” Arhan's serious.

“But, before I want to ask first. Have you been busy lately?”

Alessya.

“No. My busy life is not about work.”

Arhan's turn is cringing.

“So, your work can be done casually?” Arhan doesn't understand.

“Not. I'm not working anymore,” replied Alessya a little heavy to talk honestly. His pride can be slammed by Arhan because he claims to have no job.

“I mean, you're unemployed?” Loudly, Arhan asked without further ado. And that's enough to make Alessya less.

Nodding slowly, Alessya gave an answer.

“How good! Coincidentally I'm in need of an unemployed person like you,” Arhan replied very cheerfully. He did not care about Alessya's expression as he was so eager to say the word 'unemployed'.

“What's good about being unemployed?” alessya.

“Sure, it's great for me if you're unemployed right now. So, I can offer you a job,” Arhan cheerfully replied.

“You sure you intend to give me a job?” alessya asked doubting Arhan's words.

“Yakin. Because only you, the right people can help me. The job is not difficult. You can relax too. And I will pay you a pretty big salary,” explained Arhan, increasingly sounding suspicious in the ears of Alessya.

“There is such a job? With a large salary, we can relax. Especially the easy job. You don't prank me anymore.” Alessya still can't believe it.

“Maybe you will find it difficult to find a job like this somewhere else. Because I am kind enough to offer you a salary that is not small,” added Arhan.

“What's his job?”

“I want you to help me to take care of Belang while paying attention to him. Because at home there is no one who is suitable to take care of him. Belang is still careful and keep a distance with people he likes less.”

“Did I take care of her cat in your house? Or am I taking her home? And return it to you at night.” Alessya was quite interested in a job that was easy to do for her.

“You can set it. But, you should take care of her Belang in my house only.” Arhan was inconsistent with his words in an instant. “Soalya, Belang need to adapt living in my house. He was still not comfortable and considered his new home to be foreign. But sometimes you can take it to your house. If that doesn't bother you,” added Arhan detailing.

“Alright, I will help you take care of Belang,” timpal Alessya agreed after knowing clearly what he should do.

Somewhat surprised, Arhan saw the attitude of Alessya who apparently did not give special requirements in accepting an offer from him. He thought, Alessya would demand a lot of things before agreeing to her offer.

“You can start being a Belang nanny today or tomorrow. It's up to you,” said Arhan, turned more friendly.

“Tomorrow only, how? You see I'll tell Mom first,” pinta Alessya, who has unknowingly changed the way she talks to Arhan. Like a friend. Not the enemy anymore.

“No problem. I'll give you his home address. Tomorrow you can come before I leave for work.”

“I know your house. No need address anymore.”

“Not my Dad's house. But, my private home,” timpal Arhan.

“Iya, just give me the full address.” Alessya did not want to ask further. Because if you ask maybe it will sound disrespectful. Want Arhan to have his own house, it's none of his business. Naturally, if rich people like Arhan have a lot of house assets. But, that made Alessya confused. Why does Arhan sound dislike when he mentions the two words 'My Father's House'?

As Alessya and Arhan prepare to go home, Alessya's phone reads signaling an incoming call.

Alessya sat back down and raised a call for him.

Alessya's face looked shocked and tense for a few seconds when she answered the call.

“What?! Grandpa in the hospital?” The question came out from the two blades of Alessya's lips that were shaking. He panicked when he heard bad news about his grandfather.