One Night One Billion
CHAPTER 10 - What Do You Want?

"You're fifteen minutes late!" that voice seemed to intimidate Aqila who was still standing in her place.

The woman seemed to be too tired and tired of seeing Dirga's face. The hatred that might have been ingrained in him, made Aqila stare without any expression alias flat. And now Dirga was standing right in front of Aqila.

His eyes glanced at the paper bag, then grabbed it to grab the food stored inside.

Food boxes are neatly arranged, also complete already plastered in front of him, still with a standing position Dirga take a fork and taste the food.

But whether it happened, Dirga's expression after tasting the food turned strange and melted it in a tissue. "What food is this, huh! it doesn't taste good anymore. I'm not going to eat it!" Dirga put the food on the table with a little slamming it.

"Not good? but, ah! try-" just now Aqila was going to take the food box, her hands were blocked by Dirga.

"Tell me bad, that means bad! bring a new one! it's still warm!" dirga snapped and again Aqila's expression made Dirga fail to focus, because the girl was only silent with a flat face.

"Okay, I'll bring you a new one." Without saying goodbye, Aqila passed away from Dirga's room.

In the elevator, Aqila calls Fikri, questioning the car that broke down, but thank God that the bok car has been repaired. "The big boss is asking for new food, please tell Mr. Riko, prepare the food and please bring it here yes, I'm waiting for you brother, sorry to bother."

The driver who has Fikri's name is mengiiya'kan and menggapnya. While waiting for Fikri to come, Aqila sat in front of the building to just rest her achy legs. Waiting for about 20 minutes finally Fikri returned to bring food orders Aqila.

"I went upstairs first, brother." Fikri nodded then replied, "Excite ya Qil, for the sake of a bright future!" said Fikri rubbed Aqila's head to just encourage her that she knew that Aqila was exhausted.

'The future? even my future has been ruined, brother.' Inner Aqila.

"Thank you, brother. I'll go upstairs first." Aqila went back into the skyscraper.

From a giant window there was a pair of eyes staring intently at the two, even he saw the scene where Fikri hit Aqila's head.

Aqila pressed the 20 button beside the elevator door, which would bring her back to the Dirga hut.

The door was knocked back by Aqila and entered after Dirga had cleared it. "Excuse me sir, this, I've brought back a different meal, still warm as you request." Aqila placed it in front of Dirga who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

Dirga also glanced at the food, and how upset Aqila was, without being seen or tasted again, Dirga refused it with a annoying behavior according to Aqila. "I don't want to! you bring it back, I told you, no, I don't want that food!"

"But Master, you asked for a warm meal because it was not good before," looked Aqila who was getting upset.

"Well, I said, I don't want to eat, it's not good, because it's not warm. That means I'm asking for a different meal instead of the same menu!" Aqila was longing for her lust, she was completely fed up with the man's arbitrary attitude.

"Now you can say, what do you want, so that I do not take the wrong food again, said Aqila with the rest of her patience.

"Steak with medium maturity level red."

"Well, is that all?" Dirga nodded and Aqila left again.

"Already, come!" exclaimed Fikri who stood up from his seat when he saw Aqila coming.

"Sorry, the food was wrong again, it turns out that the Boss asked for food from another menu, now he wants a Steak with a Medium Red maturity level." There was the sound of breathing from Fikri who also began to be upset with the will of his Boss. But what can he do? protest is wrong.

"Well, you just wait here like that, I'll take the order, okay?" Aqila nodded.

Yes all the employees in the restaurant loved Aqila very much, like her own sister. Because Aqila is the youngest there, whose work is even the most tired, in addition to interns, Aqila also often does anything according to the orders of superiors, which is not only one profession.

Perhaps if it was not his desire to continue his education, Aqila would not have racked up her own energy like this. But he desperately wanted to continue his education in order to get a decent life later on. That's Aqila's throat.

Twenty minutes passed, Aqila was finally able to sigh in relief because she saw Fikri who had returned but with a motorcycle instead of the car she was wearing. "Sister!"

"Here, quickly deliver. It's too late in the afternoon, you haven't eaten yet, have you?" Fikri touched Aqila's arm and gave her a paper bag.

"Yes, just a minute." Aqila left, to go back inside to meet the big boss there. With the running pawn that must be the time to go to Dirga's room too long as before.

Whether because he forgot to knock or indeed he who was already upset, Aqila opened the door of Dirga's room just like that. And Aqila heard Dirga talking to someone on the phone.

"Fired that driver, he's been making repeated mistakes."

"Either what's his name, that must be the driver who delivered the food for me."

"Master?" call Aqila who is already standing next to the sofa.

"Can't you knock on the door before you get in?" Dirga hung up the phone and turned to face Aqila.

"What do you really want?"

"What do you mean?"

"Master why fire Kak Fikri, who you previously fired Mr Beni uga? what are they wrong with you?"

"It's none of your business, give it up!"

Dirga took the paper bag in Aqila's hand and opened it to eat. Aqila remained standing looking at him intently, saying, "You are truly outrageous!" Aqila would pass and open the door but as she was about to open the door, it could not even be opened as if someone had locked it from the outside.

"Why can't it be opened?" said Aqila slowly by continuing to try to open the door.

"That door is locked!" dirga said without feeling guilty.

Aqila turned around and it turned out that Dirga was already in her arms.