Forced to marry Mr. Billoners
Stalker

Damara looked at Kevin annoyed, as the man followed him all the way to the front of the restaurant. “Don't say you'll wait for me to finish working?” damara asked with a face holding back anger.

“I'll wait for miss until it's done.”

“Hah, don't joke. I only work here and will not be messy let alone run away,” growled Damara.

Kevin went into the restaurant he had just opened and he became his only customer that morning, Kevin sat in one corner and raised his hand to call the waiter.

Damara clenched her hands, she felt like she really had a body guard. He walked over to Kevin. “You better take care of your job than stalk my life,” Damara said.

Kevin turned his attention away from the menu book when he saw Damara talking beside him. Kevin's hand pointed to the wall clock, “This restaurant manager is five minutes late, it looks like your salary will be cut,” Kevin said casually and gave a mocking smile to Damara.

“Awas you, I report to Mr. Jerricco.” Damara's threat seemed to have no effect as Kevin just shrugged his shoulders indifferently. 

While a waiter was astonished at the attitude of his manager. Who looks brave talking like that to customers.

It felt like Damara wanted to kick the man all the way, but it was impossible. Moreover, Jerricco's assistant was competing to become a restaurant customer, Damara finally walked to stomp his feet until the heels he was wearing made a loud noise to make Kevin's smile expand.

Damara sat down at her desk feeling upset she slammed the sling bag onto the table, then sat down at her desk with an annoyed face and pursed lips. 

The sound of knocking on the door of the room alarmed Damara, he neutralized her face. “Log.”

Damara frowned looking at Icha who opened the door and approached her with a probing look. 

“What?” damara asked trying to look calm.

Icha sitting in a chair facing Damara, “Who is the guy in front?”

“Cowok,” said Damara with a pretend look did not understand when he knew very well Icha asked about Jerricco's assistant.

“That guy who just entered the same you Dam, keep saying chat too. Who?”

Damara shrugged her shoulders to answer Icha's question. “Udah deh do not need to dodge, I know you Damara Makaleka.”

“He's a guy that doesn't matter, it doesn't need to be discussed.” 

“Damara,” call Icha with whining sound.

Damara saw a different look on Icha's face, one eyebrow raised looking at Icha's gloomy face. “Why, your tumben is like that?”

“That's sir Galang is waiting in the VIP room.”

Damara was more astonished to see the behavior of Icha different from usual, “Iya. Galang sir has come with his guest?”

“Udah!” Damara is surprised to find Icha screeches. “You why the hell Cha?”

Icha advanced her lips, her eyelids began to flood with tears. “There look alone!”

Damara scratched his nape looking at Icha who was walking away leaving him, “Why the hell was the child?” damara Mumbles.

Damara walked out of the room towards the VIP room where Galang and his guests were. Damara knocked on the VIP room, after getting Damara's permission to press the doorknob and enter the room.

He bowed saluting, “Good morning.”

“Pagi.” Galang and the guest beside him.

Damara was surprised to see the special guest that Galang meant was a woman, even their hands were grasping each other in a sitting position on the next chair.

“Damara make breakfast for us, I want Icha to take him.”

Damara was not surprised if Galang asked Icha who served him, because all this time it was a way to approach Icha. Makes Icha upset because he got many orders, but instead Icha has rejected the proposal of Galang. 

And their hands?

‘Gosh, don't tell me Icha is late in love?’