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Still survive

"Can you see the menu book?" Jonathan raised his hand as Jamilah was still gawking at him.

"Call another waiter, Mas!" The perverted man did not accept Jonathan's obstruction.

"Sorry Sir. If you want to order a meal please, but if you find a comfort woman you are wrong place," Jonathan said while pointing at several surveillance cameras in the corner of the room.

The perverted man suddenly pias look on his face then with his head he immediately walked out of the restaurant with quick steps. Jonathan pulled out a chair and sat down in an empty place in place of the perverted man earlier.

"What's Jo want here?"

"You eat" said Jonathan, hiding his nervousness.

"Ow, please order something, sir." Let's put the menu book on the table, "Mmm, thank you for being helped," said Jamilah slowly.

"M." Mmm." Jonathan just muttered indifferently. He was busy flipping through the menu book whose contents did not arouse his taste.

"Rib eye steak equals orange juice." Jonathan pointed at the menu randomly.

"Well, wait for sir."

Jonathan's eyes are not separated from all Jamilah's movements. Being inside the restaurant was apparently much better and was satisfied to observe the milk girl from a close distance.

Jonathan was a little disappointed when the one who delivered his order was not Jamilah. He tried to finish his steak order and would order again.

"Behold," he called out, as the girl had just cleaned the table next to him.

"Can you help me, sir?"

Jonathan's lips creased as Jamilah said a formal sentence to him.

"You want a message."

Jonathan deliberately linger choosing the menu, in addition to Jamilah continued to be near him he was also actually very full.

"French fries, same ice lemon tea."

From where he sat, Jonathan watched Jamilah's interactions with his colleagues. The girl looked happy and comfortable. But when a man from the back of the restaurant came and spoke to Jamilah with a different look, Jonathan immediately put on an alert attitude.

"Who?" ask her when Jamilah delivers her order.

"Who?" Let's ask back. Jonathan directed his gaze towards the black-shirt man behind the cash register.

"Pak Reno, the manager of this restaurant," said Jamilah with a smile.

"He who makes you comfortable working here?" Jonathan's tone of voice began to sound unfriendly.

"Ga too. All the friends here are fine."

"Good fun, excuse me." Choose to avoid endless debates with his former superiors.

Jonathan still survives in his place until the restaurant is deserted and almost closed.

"Mr didn't come home?" Jamilah returns to deliver Jonathan's order for the umpteenth time.

"Don't you like me here? don't worry I'll pay." Let's catch his breath upset. He didn't want to make a fuss at his new job.

"You familiar? he was worried about you all the time, Mil," Mr. Reno whispered near Jamilah.

"My boss first, sir."

"Ow, you're doing it wrong probably. How does he see you're already eating people."

"There's no, sir. I used to get out well."

Jamilah does not realize Jonathan is watching himself whispering to each other with the manager of his restaurant.

"Thank God that's it, but it's also good that he orders a lot. You bring the windfall here." Mr. Reno smiled sweetly, Jamilah also replied with a small laugh.

"Be!" jonathan's voice called from his seat. Everyone looked surprised, fortunately the restaurant was quiet, only a few people finished eating.

As he ran over to Jonathan, he was afraid that his former boss was acting strangely, "Yes, sir. Can I help you?"

"I want another message."

"But the restaurant is closing, sir."

Jonathan glanced at his watch, apparently he had been four more hours inside the restaurant and had spent a lot of orders. His stomach immediately felt nauseous looking at the row of empty plates and glasses on the table.

"Well, what time are you home?"

"An hour after the restaurant closes."

"Hour 11?" Jamilah nodded doubtfully. In his mind, a guess had already occurred.

"I'll wait."

"What do you need, sir?"

"Should there be a need huh I wait for you to come home?"

Jamilah frowned, he could already guess the direction of Jonathan's question. Yet it seems a bit hard to resist under the curious gaze of his co-worker.

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