My husband Seleb Hits
Eat, Let It Not Be Extinct

"During the morning" Meta shouted at Hanna, Hanna who was already sitting in her chair was facing the computer to do something. Meta just got to the office. "I'm not late, am I?" Meta yelled again, he dragged a chair and sat down near Hanna who was still busy. "Busy is not"

"Yes" Hanna replied briefly. His head felt a little dizzy, the problem last night was enough to make him have to think about all night, plus exposed to rain last night.

"You sick Han?" Meta watched his friend. Hanna shakes. He did not dare to look up because his eyes were swollen. "Han...are you crying?" Meta. Hanna was back again.

"Your eyes can't lie to Han..."

Hanna looked up, left her gaze on the computer screen and looked towards Meta, her lips revealing an absurd smile on Meta.

"That's right...Why did I say, you're crying, right? it must have been crying all night" Meta correctly guessed. He cried almost all night, disappointed.

"I'm fine Met, calm down"

Meta bit his lip, the news he heard last night may be the cause of Hanna crying. "Ha...I'm sad to hear that"

Hanna looked back at Meta, it seemed that her friend had heard the news. Last night he checked in the campus group had begun to spread, that Bian handsome male campus idol had damaged his reputation at the time of his birthday.

"Thanks, but I'm fine" Hanna smiled again, as if to say that it's over.

Meta looks sorry for his friend, he also did not expect if Bian like that. Not only Meta, even the women who idolize Bian will feel the same way.

Hanna let out a long sigh, then exhaled, her eyes staring back at the computer screen and returning to her work that she had left behind yesterday.

"Excuse me, with Ms. Hanna" an OB told Hanna. Meta and Hanna looked up simultaneously.

"Yes" answered Hanna leaving her gaze on the computer and seeing a man's OB, in the hand of the OB there is a package in a clear crackle.

"This is a day for Ms. Hanna"

The package still hangs in OB's hand, Hanna hasn't received it yet.

"Who are you?" ask Hanna.

"Sorry Ma'am, I just said it, it was from the security guard in front"

"Oh, yes.thank you..." Hanna grabbed the package, actually somewhat hesitant to accept it because of the unclear sender.

"Yes, same. Excuse me"

The OB passed leaving the room, Meta who was told to immediately ask Hanna to open it.

"Open Han, from whom? what's Bian's apology?"

Hanna thought for a moment, whether what Meta said was true. Hanna put the package on her desk and opened the clear crackle, a light blue dining box and complete with a tumbler filled with water. And there is a piece of paper.

"Well there's a note, open it" Meta looks sparkling, like he's getting the post. "Sweet really early in the morning can start" muttered Meta.

Hanna slowly took the piece of paper and read the writing, a handwriting that she did not recognize from whom.

Good morning, good breakfast, because if only in the hope you will not be full. The spirit...!

That's how the writing is. There is no sender name.

Hanna closed the paper again and took out the lunchbox from the clear crackle.

"Cieeee...sweet really Han, want to donk digituin" Meta seemed to clap his hands in excitement. "Open Han, what menu, like good tuh" Meta is indeed very kepo.

Hanna slowly opened the lunchbox, and plastered chicken porridge with a tempting aroma. Plus Hanna did not have time for breakfast this morning, after cooking, she immediately went to the office, she did not want to be late. The chicken porridge with a complete topping, as well as the crispy crackers were in front of him.

"Want to?" Hanna offered, Meta shook his head.

Hanna closed her lunchbox.

"How are you closing again?"

"It's not clear who the sender is" Hanna said.

"Yes, too, but I don't think Bian is Han, you have a secret fan huh?"

Hanna was silent for a moment, believing that the one who sent the food was Rayyan. Is Hanna too confident?

While Hanna put away the breakfast and returned to the computer screen. Meta sat back in his chair, preparing to do his office work.

There was a loud sound from Hanna's phone.

"Han..noir" Meta raised his chin. Hanna opened her bag and grabbed her phone. Rayyan's name is there.

"Hello" Hanna said hello.

Don't forget breakfast, cold hunt

Hanna looked towards the breakfast she had at the corner of her desk, now she could deduce if the one who sent the breakfast was Rayyan.

The call ended. Hanna put her phone back in the bag.

"Didih..bengong again" Meta looked towards Hanna. "Who?"

"No..." Hanna ngeles. Hanna picked up her lunchbox and opened it, slowly feeding her breakfast. And it tastes good.

While in a different place, it appears Rayyan is getting a video submission Hanna is having breakfast. Someone is watching Hanna from the CCTV room, she accidentally asks one of her employees for help.

Rayyan seemed relieved that Hanna had wanted breakfast, this morning she was made worried because it seemed that Hanna was not okay. Even his eyes looked swollen, and all the info he got from the spy in the office.

Rayyan was in the meeting room with the team of a product she was advertising.

"So as long as you become a brand ambassador for this product, there should be no marriage"

"How long?" ask Rayyan.

"1 Year" explained a woman with thick glasses, she was across the front desk Rayyan. Rayyan looked calm.

"If breaking?"

"Are you getting married soon?" ask the woman while smiling.

"It can be" Rayyan replied lightly.

"Then there will be consequences to be paid" he explained again.

Rayyan fell silent, because indeed her marriage to Hanna no one knew. Only certain people.

"Ok" Rayyan responded.

It was noon when he finished the meeting, Rayyan was in his car, he saw the watch on his left wrist. Rayyan rushed to start the car and drove away from the parking area. His hand grabbed the phone he had placed on the bench beside the steering wheel.

"Let's have lunch together" he told the interlocutor. "I'll be there soon, wait".

Reducing his work there is a silver lining as well, he can please himself by doing things he rarely does. At least he can give attention to others.

Rayyan drove her car to the office, thinking about where she could have lunch today.