Papa To Oleander
21. Lunch Menu
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My mad. I feel like I'm going crazy. Am I crazy, huh? Seriously, guys. I'd go crazy if I could, anyway.
The first day and I couldn't get my adored woman to go to her office because of the Kamprxt guy who did the job. I understand that he also wants to take part in taking care of them, his only sister and first nephew of the Arifin family, but, yes, that is. I still can't calm down.
From morning until hit—gue directly glanced at my watch—ten past thirty-five I was busy refraining from shadowing every breath Olavia with a message from me.
Although, I admit there are some messages that have been sent and replied to. I mean, it's better five or six messages than a hundred, right?
Orgy: good morning
Orgy: have a safe ride
Angga: it's the office, right?
Ladybird : Olavia?
Olivia: hi. morning
Olavia - thank you
Olavia: yes.
Olavia: I was talking to my assistant
Orchid: oh, ok.
Angga: the oil does not speed, right?
Olavia: not really. Selows
Olavia: do not be more
Olavia: Bang Oli knows what's best for us
Angga: I know I know
Tagged: sorry
Angga: can't help but worry tho
Angga: I care about you two too
Okay, I lied. Sorry, but honestly I'm not sorry. It was more than five or six bubble chats, but it was a lot less than I wanted.
Olivia: ok
Olavia: accepted apology
Piagga: thank you
Angga : what lunch menu will you have?
Orchid: let it be prepared
Olavia: hm what is it?
Olavia: It's up to you
Olavia: I don't want anything anymore either
Olavia - I don't know
Olavia: uh wait
Olavia: I'm looking first
Olavia: wait
Angga : yes, I'll be waiting
It's ten past thirty-five and I'm still waiting for a reply from Olavia until this hour.
Yeah, God. I "forced" to send him another message.
The : la? You okay?
Angga : I've been waiting for you
Angga : later lunch
The : la?
Olavia: my goodness I forgot
This is the result of me being too restrained to not terrorize my adored woman. Aye, right? He forgot to tell me about the lunch he wanted. Hadheh.
Though I have asked Mr. Joko, head chef in Beniqno, for standby since eight this morning. Two hours before work starts.
I walked straight to the kitchen and replied to Olavia's message.
Angga : yes
Angga: I brought the existing one first huh?
Anga: it's okay, right?
Olivia: ok
Olivia: thanks
Angga: anything for you
After typing the message, I speed up the steps. The kitchen is getting busy with the preparation of the restaurant today. I found that Mr. Joko was giving instructions to Coki, his assistant.
"Hey, Mr. Joko, Bang Coki. Sorry, I'm bothering you for a second."
The two men who were also father and son turned their heads towards me. "It's okay, Ngga. What the hell?" ask Bang Coki.
"Engg, sorry, Bang. I'll borrow Mr. Joko back, yeah." I turned around and ignored Bang Coki.
Sorry, this, Bang. However, it's a really urgent affair.
"Sir, Olavia can't kill what he wants to eat. Now it's up to you, deh, want to make what is important healthy and delicious. Okay, Mister? I'll pick up Olavia first. Thank you very much, yes, sir. Bang, I'll pull it out first."
I don't really think about what Mr. Joko or Bang Coki's response is. What is clear, I should be able to bring Olavia here before the meal is finished.
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I went into Olavia's office accompanied by the curious gazes of some of the team members Olavia had at his interior design company.
However, since I am me, I will not shrivel under the gaze of those who have no meaning to me. I walked confidently to the love of my life room at the other end.
"Eh, wait, wait, wait." Suddenly a hand landed on my arm, trying to stop my movement. "Wait a minute, sir."
Sir? I was just called Father?
I look to my right. My eyes then caught a tiny woman, smaller than my adorable adorable woman, who looked at me with one eyebrow raised.
Well. Little cayenne pepper, like mothers.
I know who these mothers are. It was as if I knew that he was Olavia's assistant thanks to the trip he took to take my previous order.
"Yes?" I pulled my hand from the grasp of this assistant I didn't know his name. "Can I help you?"
"Huh?" He obviously disagreed with what just came out of my mouth. "So, can you help? Funny, Sir. That should be my dialogue. Can I help you?" he emphasized my words in his last sentence.
Okaay. It's nice to know that Olavia had an officer with this attitude. "I want to see Olavia." I finally answered.
"Mrs Olavia? Do you have an appointment? I think not yet. You see, I'm not arranging a single appointment for Ms. Ola anytime soon."
I glanced at these mothers. "Bu Renata, I made a direct promise to Olaviya. If you don't believe me, please ask."
I'm sure I would have enjoyed a conversation with these chatty mothers if only I had no mission to bring Olavia to Beniqno right away.
"OKAY. Wait right here. Don't go anywhere" the mother ordered as she pointed her chubby index finger at my nose.
Shxt. All about Ms. Renata this reminds me of Octavia Spencer with lighter skin. Weits. Wait, I'm just giving you an explanation. Don't want to be racist, yeah, guys. Hold your horses.
While waiting, I could still feel the piercing stares on my back. If not for considering Olavia's feelings and keeping his name, I have asked what their desires were from earlier glaring at me one by one.
Fortunately Olavia and Bu Renata soon went outside the room with the door installed the name of the love of my life. "Why did you come here?"
"I'm going to pick you up. Come on, go straight to Beniqno. Cold hunt for food later."
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