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Candor

The door opened slightly, I could hear someone's voice. Then I peeked at him, out of curiosity, the man kept saying Alya's name.

The voice sounded again, I was determined to enter. Inside he lay hugging the photo of the woman and continued to recite Alya's name. In the other room Delon was already asleep while there were some servants who were still awake.

“Sorry,” I touched his forehead, hot. I think he has a fever

I looked out and there happened to be a waiter passing by, he approached and I asked for water. Not long after he brought the basin and Paracetamol.

I squeezed out a small towel and put it on my forehead. He was still delirious, with a shivering body.

As my mind rattled Delon, I immediately stood up to ask Delon to call the doctor. He held my arm, and I sat down.

“Do not go, Alya,” prevent it.

I had to turn around to him, I was shocked when he clutched me tightly. I took it off but the hands got tighter and tighter around. I lost, and gave up.

“Don't leave me, Alya,” he said. He was unconscious, but my body was still attached to him.

Before long he started to calm down, his embrace loosened and I let go. I checked that the temperature had improved. While I was sitting next to her, I fell asleep.

He regained his senses, blinked his eyes and took a small towel over his forehead. I glanced over to the side and found myself sleeping next to her.

“You took care of me,” whispered slowly. I didn't hear and I was still asleep.

In the morning I woke up in bed, remembering nothing but two things. First, I took care of her and secondly I fell asleep.

“Why am I here?” muttered.

I covered my body with a blanket. While in front of the mirror a man wearing his tie.

“You moved me to bed?” manya curious.

The man looked up and nodded.

Whahuh? I immediately peeked at my body under the blanket.My clothes were complete and there were no signs of being exposed. I breathed a sigh of relief.

“What are you thinking?" he said with a smile.

“Ah.it.no,” answered me nervously.

“I slept on the sofa,” he said. I took a long breath.

The man was neat with a grey suit as well as a white shirt inside, he was wearing a plain tie with a dark color. In his hand was a black bag.

“You want to go to the office?” how can I be sure, “Aren't you still sick?”

“I'm better, thanks for taking care of me,"

“Thank God,” I was a little nervous and misbehaved.

Choosing to get up from the bed, pull the blanket and walk towards the room.My brain is still processing the thoughts of last night. Accidentally with Delon.

“Delon,” call me.

He turned his head towards me, "Where are you,”

I bit my lower lip while thinking the right answer, it was impossible to say that I had spent the night with her brother-in-law.

“Streeting,” replied me of origin.

“You've always had a hobby of walking around inside the house,” Delon shook his head. I just grinned to respond while showing off the row of white teeth that I always take care of.

“Not showered,” he said researching my appearance.

“Not yet,” reply me while shaking my head.

“Ya has breakfast first,” take him then walk towards the dining table, I just follow.

“Delon,”

“hm,”

“Indeed Alya didn't come home, where did she go?” my words are in line with his steps.

Delon stopped, he fell silent and the look on his face changed.

“Why ask that,”

“I'm curious, I saw her husband but haven't seen Alya,”

“You've met Daffan?”

I nodded slowly, “Then Alya?”

Delon breathed heavily, then observed my face, “ He's gone,”

“You mean,” I shouted while smothering my mouth with my hands.

“Sorry,” I'm sorry to ask this now, Delon must be sad. Daffan deserved last night like the one who missed Alya so much. He seems to love his wife very much.

“It's okay,” he replied while pulling a bench on the dining table, we're already at the table.

I took a sitting position next to him, at the table only available bread with jam assorted. Do not forget fresh fruits and mango juice. Daffan is still in the room while the waiter is squandered with his duties.

“You only had this breakfast?”

“Iya,” answered her busy applying peanut butter on her bread.

This is not my mandatory breakfast, unlike Mama Bella who requires rice menu.

“You're not used to breakfast bread?”

“Sometimes, but rarely,” reply I want to take bread on the table.

“Not to be forced, you can ask the waiter to cook your taste,” he replied by calling one of the maids who was behind.

“Iya sir,”

“Put up a full meal,”

“Eh no,” cut me later, “Quite fried rice only,”

I think fried rice is easiest to make and does not take long, do not imagine they have to cook a menu as complete as the restaurant yesterday.

“Good sir,” he said directly rushed to the kitchen.

Not long after my order came, I immediately picked it up and tasted it slowly.

“Enak once,” ceplosku unknowingly, it does not taste like ordinary fried rice.

“You like,” the question makes sure.

I nodded and still enjoyed the fried rice on the plate while thrusting the fork into the sausage excitedly.

Daffam came down, he sat in front of me while Delon was still enjoying his bread next to me. Daffan took a piece of bread and applied pineapple jam on it.

“Fan,” call Delon without looking in the direction he called.

“Hm,”

“Olivia will stay a while here, you don't mind?”

“He's your lover,” reply by looking forward.

“Not,”

“Oh sorry, because this time you brought a woman when I hope you immediately think of marriage,”

“Not yet,” reply is short then stand about to leave first.

“I leave first,” pampitnya later.

“Good, careful,” reply Daffan while biting off the tip of the loaf in his hand.

I just listen to their conversation. In the trunk of Delon took out the car, at the dining table lived I was alone with Daffan

“Why,” he asked to see me daydreaming.

“No,”

“You like Delon, she is stiff towards women but she is kind,” her reply boasts of Delon.

I just smiled bitterly, “I just knew him,”

“Oh sorry, I guess it's been a while,”

he nodded back while biting off the remaining bread in his hand.

Finish eating I stand up, intending to go to the kitchen. But the waiter prevented him from being supported by Daffan, I felt bad just hitchhiking.

"Don't hesitate," he said more friendly.

My chest rumbled, he smiled. The memory of the perfume on his body is still recorded clearly.

“So weird?" He waved his hand in front of my face.

“Ehm.no,” I replied nervously, my finger squeezed the end of the dress, “I'll go to the room,”

“Be careful,” reply with a small smile.

I touched my chest. It feels like my heart has jumped up and down. Ah, there's no way I like it.

The bedroom door closed and I stared longingly at my favorite pillow. I wanted to put my face on the pillow in shame. I flicked the curtains, glancing at the person who got into the car in the courtyard. He's going to the office.