My Annoying Lecturer's
Mr Gavin?

My eyes narrowed slightly as a well-built figure that felt familiar was walking towards me.

"Vi, who?" Ask my co-worker, Miss Agnes.

Btw, Miss Agnes is quite friendly. When I just arrived, of course, still in a pretty awkward atmosphere, Miss Agnes did not talk first.

Not that I feel like Miss Agnes is pretentious to be close, even I am very helped by the attitude of Miss Agnes so at least I can start mingling.

Right now, I'm assigned to the hotel accounting division. I think the accounting at the hotel is quite unique. Because the record is a combination of

service accounting and manufacturing accounting. So no wonder, if the number of staff in this division is quite a lot.

Call it the friendly woman I just met, Miss Agnes. Then there is Mbak Caca who is fond of snacking, Madam Tsallesia who is fond of ngaca, and lastly there is Mbak Suwiti Indian who makes me quite surprised because it turns out he is fluent in Indonesian.

Their names are weird? Ja. Even when I first heard their names, I tried to hold back the laughter so as not to offend.

"Why? My name and Suwiti's weird?" Says Ms. Tsallesia. Ah, maybe you guys have a hard time pronouncing it, so you can read the name mbak which I think looks like Park Min Young is called Sallesia.

"Yes, Mother. Sorry yes."

"Father. You're not the first person who thinks our names are weird." Mbak Suwiti said in a confident tone.

If you are Tsallesia, the name is difficult to spell. If Mbak Suwiti, different again. His name is rada make my spare humor want to explode, especially if you have heard the story behind his name.

"Yes. At first, I was afraid to give you what name. My aunt called me random under the name Sweety. As a result, I gave the name Sweety because I ran out of ideas. But somehow on the deed became Suwiti. Maybe let's be more Indonesian." Obviously Ma'am Suwiti who told me while a manyun.

"Father, Mother. Name mbak memorable." How come the name Mbak Suwiti so reminds me of his dog Pak Arfa well? Hmm, kangen sweety. Not that pregnant cuddle.

Fortunately, my co-workers humble all. So I can quickly get along and adapt to them.

Okay. Back to the figure of the sturdy man earlier, I slowly pay attention to his appearance to make sure once again is he really the figure I know?

"Chef Gavin?"

My smile never subsided when Mas Gavin also returned my smile.

"Hi, Elvia." Mas Gavin said with a faint smile. It's almost invisible.

"Why did you come here?"

"work."

"Huh? Didn't I open my own restaurant?"

Mas Gavin and I used to be in a community together. A community of nature lovers. In the past, I was just a fad to enter the community because he said many handsome guys, heheh.

"Yes. But every Monday is off. On Monday, I helped control the kitchen of Arfa's hotel."

"Oh..." I just have to hear Mas Gavin's explanation.

"Why come here?" Ask wonder.

"Don't know. Arfa told me to come here."

Be loved, ulam arrived.

Just talked about, Mr. Arfa has come while grinning when he saw me.

"Vin, it's been a while?"

"So. What's the need?"

"You both eat. Elvia doesn't want to eat alone with me."

Mas Gavin shook his head, "The Alpha I know can also be childish because of a girl."

Being stuck between two smart guys can drive me crazy. Both are rigid and often use formal words. Fortunately, Mr. Arfa was a little dime.

"Lu should be fretting about romance, brother."

After a long wait, I can finally hear Mr. Arfa using a relaxed language. Same with Mas Gavin.

"Gue doesn't want to be weak because of love, brother." Reply Mas Gavin who got a trivial smile typical of Mr. Arfa.

"Look at it later."

"God, how noisy you are!" My bad words because the conversation of these two handsome men became a spectacle of my other colleagues.

"Sir, we're ahead. It's lunchtime, Heheh." Said one of my co-workers, Ms. Caca.

"Yes. Please." Said Mr. Arfa with a tone of his wife.

"I'm sorry Mr. Arfa, Mr. Gavin." Said Mbak Caca then followed by my other colleagues.

"So eat no?" Ask Mr. Arfa after the departure of Mbak Caca et al.

"No. Already full. Thanks." Thanks." I replied with an incontinent intonation.

"There is also Zelia." Said Mr. Arfa.

"Seriously?"

I'm a big fan of Zelia's books. Like his newly published novel entitled Kutabok Hair Indahmu, or his previous works like Cinta Sambal Bawang, Pomegranate Holang Kaya, and also his novel whose contents are rather real entitled Resist, Missing, and, Doubtful. Novels by him always make me frown so not clear the story that Mbak Zelia made. But it's addictive, Heheh. Maybe that's the charm of Zelia's mother.

Zelia and I were just different a year. Often meet Ms. Zelia fit again eat at the restaurant Mas Gavin, but very rarely yeppa because Mbak Zelia always aja out of the restaurant with a frown.

"You want an autograph, right?" Tempta Pak Arfa's.

"I just want to see Sister Zelia, not eat with my father."

"Whatever. What matters is that you eat. I don't want you to get sick."

I rolled my eyeballs pissed, "Whatever."