Little Dream (So) Not
CHAPTER 4

"Lan, meet Zayed in the lower lobby. I'll be there any minute."

Aryan poked his head from the door of his study. It disbanded my concentration who was studying several documents of cooperation offers from several companies. I got up from my chair. I took the proposal I had prepared for today's meeting. I tidied up my desk and then sailed into the lobby.

In the elevator I read the proposal again, and then studied the company, which was said to belong to Aryan's cousin, but until now I had never met him. The bell in the elevator rang and indicated that I had arrived at my destination.

I saw a man sitting in the lobby. His position is behind me. And next to him was a man who, if I observe, the two of them are having a little conversation.

"Good day, Mr. Zayed." Sapaku from behind their seats.

Both of them immediately got up from their seats and turned their bodies towards me. How surprised I was to see the man in front of me. The man showed a different reaction to me. He stood there without making a sound. He just looked at me with a flat expression. I don't know what the man in front of me is thinking about me. My memories go back to where we first met. I remember what happened last week when he told me about the village. I immediately prayed in my heart. Hope this guy in front of me isn't zayed, Aryan's cousin.

"Good day, miss." The oriental-faced bespectacled man next to him greeted me and introduced himself. "Miss, I'm Zhang wei and this is my director Zayed Wahab."

"Death to me." I murmured inwardly.

I who was still in shock could only be silent.I did not even realize the helping hand from master zhang.

"Miss." Zhang called out to me once more and it broke my daydream. I was misbehaving. Immediately I shook Zhang's hand while introducing myself. Then I reached out to Mr. Zayed.

He did not welcome my hand. He only glanced at my hand as he said.

"Zhang, you don't have to bother being polite to people who don't understand what a polite word is." she lightly pulled it out of her mouth. I hold back my emotions. I can't possibly argue with her, Aryan could lose this cooperation if I fight a creature who knows what kind of creature this is.

After he calmly said to me. Now he was just walking away. I turned around to see where it was headed. It turned out that he had gone to Aryan who had just arrived.

"Zayed's." Aryan greeted his cousin. Stretched out his hands and warmly welcomed by Mr. Zayed.

Zhang and I both approached their respective superiors. We gave them a little space to chat. Not long after that the two let go of his embrace.

"I'm sorry I didn't show up when Uncle Hilal died." said Aryan, who when Zayed's father died, we were meeting in Japan. "We were in the middle of a meeting in Japan and the next day there was still a factory visit. Again I'm sorry."

"That's it. Our profession is the same. I can understand. I also did not get to see my father's body. I arrived when he was buried. Yes, how else, it is not good to let the corpse be buried for too long. I've already cut it."

My heart was touched to hear her story.My anger at her instantly disappeared.

"But why couldn't you go home at all? can't your assistant replace you. Or is he incompetent?" He turned his head towards me for a while then turned back to face Aryan. The emotions that have subsided peak again.

While aryan held back his laughter while glancing at me.

"Lani is quite competent. He's very good at his duties. It's just that it was our kind of cooperation in the new business field. Making a watch that can simultaneously make calls. I have no experience running this business. Especially when it comes to new brands. That's why I also need to know the prospects and benefits. Just like us now. Although cousins, business is business, we both need to know the benefits for our company" said Aryan. "In addition to being responsible for his work. Lani is also good and she is still single."

You are looking for dead aryan. how dare he talk carelessly like that. Okay I'm single, keep what the need for it to be known by his brash cousin.

"No wonder he's single. The man who wants to be with him has to rethink many times."

Jeez, that's how bad I was. That's so brazen his mouth.

"Add a courtesy lesson for her Aryan. Maybe after that there's a guy coming up to her."

Aryan giggled at the words of his cousin.

"That's it's almost lunchtime. How about we go to lunch first, after that we just meet." Aryan bargained.

The brash mouth master quickly accepted Aryan's offer. Then aryan walked next to her while embracing her shoulder. Zhang and I followed behind.

"What do you want to eat?" aryan asked Zayed. "steak? fancy lunch?" Aryan mentioned a few options.

"I'm bored. Since arriving in London I have only eaten steak and Chinese food." Zayed said.

"Oh yeah, by the way when did you get to London?" ask Aryan again.

"A little over a week ago. I have an offer of cooperation with a finchtech company, so get things done with them first."

"So you've been here a week. Why not report?" aryan protested when he found out Zayed had been in London for a week.

"sorry. I'm really busy. There are a lot of proposals I have to learn from. Including a proposal offer from your company. We have to be professional anyway. Brother yes brother. Business is business." said Zayed firmly.

the two stopped for a moment to shake hands and then proceeded to exit the building towards the parking lot.

"What do you want to eat now?" aryan asked again when he arrived in front of his car. But your Highness Zayed has not decided what to eat.

Substantial. So spoiled. Why should he be treated so special. He asked me what everything was eating. Usually also the client if you want to eat and bring it to the restaurant where. This golden boy. My grumbling cousin was upset in my heart. Actually, I never had a problem with clients to be brought to eat where. So is he. My problem with him is that he just wants to talk about me in front of Aryan and the man I met as his assistant.

"Is your mother still cooking Kushari a lot." Zayed asked Aryan. He mentioned a foreign name in my ear. What's that. This time I heard the name.

"Maybe. I rarely eat at home. But every time I'm home, I never serve that dish to me" Aryan said.

"Then tell aunt Zoonira. I'm going to the house. Eat his homemade kushari." pinta Zayed.

"alright. You eat at home. I introduce you to my future wife. Let's get in the car." Thomas swiftly opened the back door of the car.

When I want to pull the front car door lever. My axiom was snuffed because Aryan asked me to sit in the back. Of course, asking for it made my mood fall apart. Too bad I have to sit next to a man with a sharp tongue as a knife.

Although it felt reluctant but I forced myself to comply with Aryan's request. Zayed entered first and followed Aryan. While from the opposite direction I exchanged positions with Zhang. Now he's on the bench next to the driver and damn it I have to be next to Aryan's cousin.

Before the car actually leaves the office yard. Aryan asked me to call the house guy to let him know that Zayed was coming and have mom cook for him. I called Keisa's phone immediately. Shortly after the connecting tone sounded the call was connected.

"Hi lan's. What's up?" ask Keisa from the other end of the phone.

"I, Aryan and his esteemed client are coming home soon.he asked for it in cassowary cuisine."

"Casuary?" Keisa sounded confused. He repeated the words I just said.

"Kushari Lan." Aryan confirmed the word I was wrong in his mention.

Zayed sneered. smiled mockingly at me.

"Hh sorry Kei, I mean Kushari. He asked for Kushari's mother-made."

"alright. I'll tell mom. But by the way, let's not say he's handsome. What say?"

Why should this kid talk about it now. "We'll talk later. See you." I turned off the phone. This language can be long if not quickly terminated.

Once in the yard and the car stopped perfectly. Suddenly Aryan asked me and Zayed to come down. Hey, what the fuck. Actually, I have been used to dealing with Aryan's attitude like this that often leaves me alone with young clients outside of working hours. I don't usually mind.

When Aryan did that. I usually just take these clients on the street, coffee or just around town. But with the man next to me, just looking at it I'm tired of throwing up. let alone having to walk with him. God, this is so annoying.

"Where are you going Aryan?" ask me in an annoyed tone.

"I have to go back to the office for a while, there's a document I need to get. Zayed, I'll take Zhang for a minute."

"Why not later. We're going back to the office." Zayed said.

"can't. It's critical. Already you go down." orders Aryan again.

I was still shaking until Zayed reprimanded me.

"Didn't you hear? need an ear aid?"

My emotions are in the crown. I exhaled trying to quell my anger. I opened the car door violently. I got out of the car and was followed by Zayed. Not long after the car drove out of the yard.

"Review you are Aryan. I know you're not in the office. This is your wits." I told Aryan in my heart.

I hastened my steps. I climbed the stairs leading to the entrance. In the last two steps my steps were stopped by Zayed's call.

"Wait."

I didn't answer. I stopped and turned to face him. He took off his suit and threw it at me when we were not too far away. And after he casually threw the suit lightly he walked ahead of me. I ran a little after him. Then I clenched his suit and threw it in his face. He was surprised by my actions. His eyes were round, but then his face was flat again.

"I work for Aryan, not to be your errand boy. And this outside of work hours, I don't need to respect people who can't respect me."

After finishing my sentence. I turn the door and the door opens. In a hasty move I left him for Arsh's room. I can't if I have to keep on touching that face. I could have a stroke because my blood pressure was so high. I left it behind me without my intention to turn around to see it again.