Marriage is Because of Trust
Alen's guess is so, reality

Right now the most important thing for Alen now was not his stomach, but the leader who had driven him a little crazy. Want to eat anything today he has resigned to not eat even he also continues to enjoy his life.

"Then, Mas I order two fried noodles and two white water." He had not had time to ask Alen for a drink and suddenly he ordered it himself. Returns the menu book.

"Good, Sir. Thank ye. Wait a minute, yeah!" Hurriedly turned around and left the table.

Sighing deeply because he did not expect that the superior he had given the new name was in the middle of them despite the different space.

"As long as I see the door. I didn't see it coming out" Alen regretted. "Or don't you see it wrong again?" Rotating the direction of his seat because he had been talking even once Cecar did not deny it.

He was even engrossed in the game that he just downloaded yesterday. For him the problem is not important because over time the problem will go away by itself. That's an old principle for Alen. He had never considered the matter a trivial matter no, like the friend who was accompanying him at this moment.

"You can still play the game when it's wedged like this!" whispered Alen. Taking a deep breath and then exhaling it violently.

Shut up and look at the people coming in and out of the cafe while sharpening their hearing watching the door sharply.

The sound of people and the sound of footsteps was heard which made Alen immediately look at the door in panic and trembling to look at the door continuously tirelessly until the person who was worried about him came out and made him a little relieved, saw the waiter who came in and out carrying a salam in which contained food two fried noodles and two glasses of water.

"This, Ma'am the order. Please enjoy, Mother." The waiter put two fried noodles and two glasses of water that had been ordered earlier. Put it on the table with a friendly smile.

Alen smiled even though he was angry. Nodding quietly to represent his friend who no longer cared about anyone who came. Well-styled through both the look of his eyes even though both of his lips were locked, like a mute man following the maid up to the door and suddenly made her want to faint when she saw the burly body and broad shoulders of the superior had been clearly emblazoned with long-sleeved shirt clothes the blue color stood right behind them.

"So, right," he murmured, glaring as he looked at the boss's face from the side laughing while hugging his two best friends.

Rotating his sitting position and dragging the chair slightly docked to the spot, Cecar. "You're right, that's it he's out." Covering his face with the menu book he took from the passing waiter.

Strange indeed makes the heart of anyone want to stop seeing Cecar who was suddenly addicted to playing games.

"Hey, you're serious. What's the game, anyway?" Flick the knee of a lizard whose right leg rises above the left leg.

Staring at his friend continuously as if giving a code. However, unfortunately the friend was still insensitive even he did not want to turn to the friend sitting next to him even though his friend had given the code with a loud flick. He was still indifferent and finally, made everything mess up.

Footsteps approached their table. "Ehem, ahem!" A loud Deheman voice called out to the two of them. For a long time the man stood and waited for them to look. Finally, it made Cecar curious about the voice. The voice rebuked them with deheman.

He swallowed his Saliva roughly widening both eyeballs while lowering the phone slowly from his hand. Shock mixed frantically lowered his legs directly while Alen increasingly close the menu book until it stuck to his face. Alen was already convinced that they would be caught by his young master with his gaze that was always sharp and could recognize the two employees. That's why once he saw the waiter passing by carrying more menu books than one he asked for one.

Sitting dragging a chair to the wall made Ilker already know that the person sitting while covering his face with the menu book was his employee.

"Good day, sir," Not yet had time to escape the two of them even immediately sniffed and forced to give greetings that began first by Cecar.

He just silently stared fixedly at the menu book that was plastered in front of him. Sontak Cecar immediately sensitive. Squeeze his fingers tightly. If only he could have snapped his friend, he would have done it. However, this could not be because his two superior eyeballs were extremely sharp and agile, like the eyes of a lion that could see enemies from afar. Another with Cecar who had given up hope when the leader had already seen them even stand up and had not moved.

"You get to when he likes to play around here," Cecar grumbled inwardly looking at him.

While behind Alen's book is already sultry. He seems to just give up. Putting the menu book and smiling bitterly to the superiors who are kiler. "You're thinking he's been here a long time. Not that tomorrow he can still be angry again, cih. Sucks. "Huh! He's been sick for a few days, it's delicious. My life's a little breathing with a slab." Sighing deeply while glancing at the floor shifted the menu book slightly slowly. "Tu, he's not gone yet. God help me. Get him out of here. If not just take me now. My life can no longer breathe." Groaning inwardly glanced at his standing friend, like a fool. "Have a friend is also useless, I don't know what he's counting on the floor." The shadow of the face of his friend who likes to fantasize getting shocked money in the middle of the road. "Let's end today. Or tomorrow," he groaned dripping blood in the heart. Furious and annoyed to see two people in front of him who made him, like gripped.

"Don't cover your face! If you want to keep getting a salary." Not to mention that he answered a sneaky greeting, uh, he instead reprimanded the person behind the book.

Inevitably with a heavy heart for the sake of salary and for the money to eat a month. He had to endure the embarrassment of showing his pale face.

Smiling with a heavy heart. "Sir." Nodding directly with a bad feeling.

Watching his watch return. "Have you met?" Ask for work outside of his hours.

Alen shook his head with a heavy heart mixed in panic. Dropping the view looking at the menu book that is on the table.

The food that had come was not touched.

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Seriate...