My Hot ART
Life lessons
Sean wiped the sweat on his forehead, that afternoon the weather was very hot plus the restaurant situation was also very crowded, because it had entered lunchtime. In fact, he had to pacing to deliver orders for restaurant visitors' dining shirts and clean the dirty tables that had just been finished in other visitors' use.
"Joe! Deliver this order VIP room no 5," the Supervisor told Sean in a loud tone, pointing to a tray that already contained various types of food that was ready to be delivered.
Sean sighed for a moment, he who was just about to drink water also undo his intentions and immediately deliver the order.
Sean knocked on the door of the VIP Room, before entering it. His body froze when he saw two people he knew were there, but he tried to act ordinary and professional.
Similarly, the two people were no less surprised when they saw Sean working at the restaurant.
"Excuse me Mr and Madam" said Sean politely, then carefully placed the food on the table.
The two people were still watching Sean intensely, with gazes that were hard to decipher. Yep, the two men involved are Xander and Jeje.
Jeje's eyes condensed when he saw his son working as a waiter there. While Xander tried to be indifferent and did not care for his son.
"Look..." Jeje wanted to move on and wanted to hug her son was held by Xander.
"Please enjoy your lunch, Ladies and gentlemen," said Sean, bowing half his body in salute, and then immediately walked out of the room with a tight feeling.
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Xander and Jeje fell silent as Sean walked out of the room. The hunger they felt instantly disappeared.
"Are we not too cruel?" jeje asked softly, then looked at her husband with sadness.
"Let's eat, don't let it be because thinking about the child you're sick!" assertively Xander, then Jeje immediately ate his lunch uninspired.
Sean breathed his breath when he was outside the room. Then he immediately continued his work. He sure can get through all this. But at least he could have seen his father and mother for a moment but was able to treat his longing.
"Lo can do it, Se! You can do it!" Sean cheered himself on.
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At 10 p.m. Sean is done with his work and the restaurant is closed, and he is now preparing to go home.
"Jo, can I take this night?" ask the Manager's mother to approach Sean who will spin the motor gas.
Sean turned off his motorbike, and stared lazily at the woman. "Sorry, ma'am, we're in a different direction." Sean refused subtly and in fact he was different from his manager. Sean had already memorized with such a woman, using the 'scrambling' excuse to approach her.
"But—" he stopped when he heard Sean's phone ringing.
Sean took his phone out of his pants pocket. His lips curled up at the sight of who contacted him.
It did not take long, he immediately picked up the phone.
"Halo—" Sean's body stiffened upon hearing a frightened voice from across there. Sean immediately turned off his phone and turned on his motorbike after it hit the gas leaving the parking lot without caring for his manager who shouted to call him.
Well why? And who called Sean?