Trapped in the Love of the President

Chapter 65

"I'm hungry!" amira turned to look at Vincent who had walked towards her and grabbed her waist.

"What do you want to eat, honey?" ask Vincent.

"Mmm .. I actually promised Tiffany to have lunch together" replied Amira.

"Why didn't you say you wanted to eat? I promised Tiffany" said Amira again.

"If I said it wouldn't be a surprise dong" Vincent replied casually.

Amira smiled at her lover's reply. "But you're happy, dear ..," seduced Vincent.

"It's nice, but I promised Tif, tar I said not loyal friends left him for the sake of his girlfriend," said Amira galau. Vincent ruffled Amira's hair and smiled.

"Yes, I'm with you" replied Vincent relented. Amira rolled her eyes to look at Vincent.

"Why?" asked Vincent to be surprised to see Amira.

"Really?" ask Amira to make sure. Vincent nodded steadily.

"We had lunch in the cafeteria, you know," Amira replied trying to explain the location of their area later.

"Once again dong," said Vincent who was happy Amira called him with the word 'Honey', his voice sounded sweet in Vincent's ears.

"What the hell?!" amira protests her lips and Amira's lips are frowned upon by Vincent. Amira hit Vincent's chest slowly because of the shock of Vincent's actions.

"Why do you eat in the cafeteria?" asked Vincent over Amira's statement earlier, frowning in wonder.

"Aren't you President, meal time in the cafeteria?" reply Amira.

"Unfortunately the President is not human, can't eat in the cafeteria?" vincent asked unhappily because Amira forbade him from eating with her.

Amira sighed, "It's not so dear, but .. ah it's up to you."

Amira steps up to leave Vincent behind. Vincent pursues Amira's steps and takes her hand.

At present the activity in the canteen is very dense. The employees were pacing back and forth taking food and looking for a seat, there were some who had finished their meal and were sitting relaxed while joking with their colleagues. A low voice rang out from the room.

Only when lunchtime can they release fatigue for their work from the morning, eat the food that has been served and stretch the facial muscles that have been strained due to stress with the work at hand.

But within seconds, as Amira and Vincent set foot in the cafeteria, the crowded room in a bustling voice became silent. All eyes looked towards them. Amira swallowed her saliva slowly. The atmosphere and the gaze given to them, more precisely to Amira made herself goosebumps.

This is what I don't want, inner Amira with a long sigh.

"Why?" ask Vincent who is still relaxed walking into the cafeteria.

"Ah welcome, Mr. President," said the Head of the Canteen, John Yang immediately moved from his position and welcomed Vincent. Not usually their President came to the canteen, this time Vincent stepped foot into the place. John did not want to give up his opportunity to seek the attention of the President.

Vincent simply nodded without answering John's greeting. He looked around to find a seat for himself and Amira. None of the employees dared to raise their faces. They lowered their faces and ate their food in silence. It was cold and quiet in the room.

Tiffany raised her hand and waved her hand towards Amira and Vincent. Amira looks towards him and he pulls Vincent's arm to follow him to Tiffany's seat located in the corner of the room.

Steve greets Vincent but is held in his head by Vincent, without returning his greeting. Amira only smiled at Steve feeling bad about Vincent's treatment of Steve.

Amira sits next to Vincent opposite Tiffany and Steve. They sat in silence and the atmosphere became awkward.

"Grad ...." Amira cleared her throat melting that awkward atmosphere. He smiled awkwardly at Steve and Tiffany.

"Tif, what are you eating?" tanya Amira opened the conversation with a really stupid question. Clearly plastered in front of the table Tiffany if he was eating a serving of fried rice seafood.

Amira covered her own face hearing that stupid question coming out of her mouth. Tiffany just smiled clumsily answering Amira's question.

Steve let out a short sigh, "Ami, have you guys ordered some food?" steve asked to melt the mood.

Amira looked at Steve and smiled, "Not Brother."

"What do you want to eat? Let me pesen," Steve bargained with Amira without asking Vincent who was in front of him who was already sour-faced.

"Hm .. I order the same with Tif, fried rice but do not use seafood kak, egg upadar aja," replied Amira replied to Steve's offer. Vincent looked at Amira sharply listening to her lover's answer.

Vincent is jealous to hear Amira's reply which welcomes Steve's offer. He immediately got out of his seat when Steve started to stand up from his seat as well.

"You don't have to bother. Let me order food for my beloved" Vincent replied cynically and coldly to Steve. He emphasized the word 'my beloved' in his words.

Vincent walks towards the food counter and orders the food requested by Amira.

Amira sighed and looked at Steve and Tiffany, "I'm sorry. I'm ...."

"It's okay, Ami. Don't think about it" Steve interrupted and smiled kindly.

"You can go out with an ice guy like that" Tiffany told Amira. Amira clucked up listening to the innuendo of her best friend.

"Not so. You see, all in envy to you, Ami," Steve comforted Amira.

Amira looked at her surroundings who were indeed staring at her, not only a look of admiration but a cynical look was cast towards her.

Amira could only sigh. If gazes could kill, perhaps Amira was already dead pierced by the dozens of gazes that were cast at this time.

"Former what, Brother. It's not envy, it's probably hate times" said Amira sewot. Steve laughed and listened to Amira. Amira only smiled at the smile of her horse.

Vincent who was ordering food looked towards his seat earlier. He saw Amira and Steve joking with each other cheerfully, his heart burning with jealous flames. He hardened his jaws and looked at them coldly and sharply.

"Sir Zhang, here's your order" said the waiter who was serving Vincent. Vincent stared at the tray that contained two servings of seafood fried rice and seafood-free fried rice with an omelet on top. The idea crossed his mind at that moment.

Vincent cancels Amira's no-seafood fried rice order and has her omelet moved to a dish filled with seafood. He smiled staring at the tray.

Vincent walked up to his desk carrying a tray of seafood fried rice with an omelet on top and a glass of mango juice.

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To be continue ....