Just Love Figurant
Chapter 1

Start the mission.

The streets of the capital were quite crowded this afternoon. Nineteen-year-old Lusi Asmarani is walking out of the office where she works, in a hurry. A worn backpack that became his pride, twitching sweetly on his shoulder.

After a shallow agreement was reached with a big boss who held the position as Executive Asst Manager, Lusi could breathe a sigh of relief.

One by one his debts paid off, and he will not be confused anymore with the school fees of his sister who wants to enter junior high school. Now, there is a job that is in accordance with the agreement, that he should be able to bring his best friend, Renata who also works at the hotel, occupied the position as a front office.

With a definite step, Lusi walked out from there, very inversely proportional to all office people who use the average four-wheeled luxury vehicle, also a luxury motorbike with a smooth engine sound.

At first glance Lusi does seem ordinary, not showing any specialties. But when viewed long enough, many do not realize that Susi has a strong aura and a sweet face.

His well-groomed eyebrows, his sharp eyes and warming gaze, his pointed nose, sensual and always wet lips, accompanied by his heart-like face, it made the girl seem to have perfect beauty. Plus, the dimples on both cheeks, making Lusi's allure stronger.

"Lus, come with me. Come on, I'll piggyback you and drive you home." Said a friend who suddenly surprised him.

It was Renata Aylam, a friend of Lusi who put Susi into the office, yes even though only as an office girl because Lusi was only a high school graduate.

Luci seemed to spontaneously reverse.

"God. Why do you always surprise me? Go home first. I think I just need to walk for a little while." Luci seemed to refuse subtly.

"I can go home by myself. Go home, you need to rest first because tonight, I invite you to dinner. Yes, even if it's just rice and sambal."

Renata seemed to chuckle lightly, Lusi had always liked to refuse his help long ago under the pretext of not wanting to be troublesome. It's just, Renata is really inexhaustible with this best friend.

"Oh come. I'll drive you, and I'll be there tonight. I miss Shila, too. Come onl. Don't let Shila wait too long."

Said Renata while pulling Lusi's hand and forcing.

"Yes already. If it was like this, I wouldn't be able to refuse it." Lusi laughed before then riding on the expensive motorbike.

Both of them were unaware, there was a pair of eyes staring at them with a knotty smile on their sensual lips.

**

This afternoon was the most tiring afternoon for a young man named Marcel Dinata. The man walked by draping his suit on his left shoulder, after getting off the car his father had bought him, Dion Hadinata.

A faint smile on the lips of the twenty-one year old man. His heart was too flowery.

A simple house with intricate carvings on the corner of the door leaf, became home to Marcel home. Although the house is simple, but that is the most comfortable and reassuring house for Marcel.

"Marcel, are you home? You must be tired. Want me to make some tea, or what?" Ask a middle-aged woman who is still beautiful at her age who is no longer young. It was Inora, the mother who gave birth.

Not far from Inora, Dion glanced at a glance as he closed the newspaper he had just read.

"All right." Inora went to the kitchen to make drinks for her son.

"What did you read?" Ask Marcel then.

"It's a great news story this week. Howwasyourday? Oh yeah, how's your dad doing?" ask the man named Dion. The man placed his glasses on the table, along with the newspaper he had read.

"I'm stained with busyness, dad. Papa Alex is fine. He's a rich man who won't run out of money." Answer Marcel.

"I worked with him too, not wanting to be the subject of the future. That's why I always turned him down when I gave me a high-ranking job in the central company. Instead of being in a central company, I'd rather work in a branch company near here."

"What's wrong, just so long as you accept the fact that he's your biological father, I'm relieved." Said Dion while patting the shoulder of his son who was currently clay muscular.

The mother came, carrying a glass of fresh tea and two loaves of bread with Marcel's favorite peanut butter.

"Mom. I want to live in an apartment by myself close to where I work. What about mom? I don't mind, do you? I'll be home once in a while on the weekend."

"Fun you. I will not pressure my children. When are you going to move? Did you buy it?"

"Yes. I'm slipping. But is that okay, Mom? It's still not certain when I moved." Marcel asked, still hesitating.

"No matter what, no matter if you're comfortable and take care of your health and diet, I won't mind." Answer Inora later.

A bright smile rose on Marcel's lips. The man imagined many plans in his head. It's about her freedom in reaching Renata. Although only an ordinary apartment, but Marcel hopes he is comfortable living there.

"Why are you smiling to yourself?" Ask Dion, the suspicious father.

"I'm falling for a girl at work. He, he is my subordinate. Pray for me, mother, father, I want to be able to reach his heart." Answer Marcel.

"Gosh, are you serious? Well, I'll always wish you all the best." Sahut Inora was full of enthusiasm.

"Now tell dad how about it." Dion is no less enthusiastic at the moment.

"She is a kind, friendly and cheerful woman. He served as front office in the office. I always imagined her pretty face when I greeted me at the office, isn't falling in love like this? Dad, even if he's absent for a day at work, I miss him."

"Basic brat. You can fall in love, but remember one thing, you never touch a woman if you haven't married her." Sahut Inora suddenly. A dark past, he is afraid that his son will do something as bad as his past.

"No. All right, if I can't touch her, I'll fuck her." Marcel's joke, unkempt makes the mother half angry. A fairly thick magazine, Inora manages to punch on Marcel's shoulder.

"Never joke for a word, Marcel. Remember, what you said today, the guardian angel of the body could have recorded it." Firmly Inora while continuing to lash Marcel with magazines.

The little family laugh became a warmth that Marcel never did.

**