Pink pants
A good lover and attention

Marcel's eyes continue to rotate scanning the area around Alya's tiny house, but impressed beautiful because the yard is quite spacious home was planted with several ornamental plants, but it was beautiful, Alya also planted some vegetable and fruit crops there, if during the holidays he often spent time in the yard to take care of the plants to kill deserted.

"Since when have you lived here?" Ask Marcel.

Really Marcel did not expect if Alya would move that far from the city center, he jafi felt more guilty because it was time to criticize Alya because of his delay, it deserves he was late, he was late, the distance of his house to Salim group is quite far, with a private car alone takes more than an hour of travel, let alone using public transportation and having to change buses twice, he said, of course it will take a lot of time.

That regret seemed to be piling up on his chest, somehow his emotions always beat his mind, shouldn't Marcel be more kind to at least be able to communicate normally with Alya? It's not that he keeps getting into trouble with her that makes Alya get away from her even more.

"Lumayan" Alya brief. "I've arrived safely, thank you for delivering me, now please just go home, sir." Alya continued, who began to speak formally again to Marcel was not fiery as before, because he thought it was useless just angry at Marcel, Marcel, after all, he still has to meet with him in the time that may be quite long in the future, it is impossible, if every meeting they must continue to quarrel, it is impossible, for this reason Alya succumbed by lowering his ego and returning to being professional for the sake of a cooperative relationship between Persada and Salim groups.

"I'm thirsty, I want to drink, you know, travel here far enough and get tired, at least you're offering me a drink!" Said Marcel shamelessly, he also immediately snatched the key to Alya's house which had been in Alya's grasp since, the woman did not rush in because she wanted to make sure if Marcel would go home, but unfortunately even Marcel snatched the key to his house and then opened the door and entered his house as if he was entering his own home.

'Currently, has he lost his shame? Can you enter people's homes with rest?' Decih Alya.

Although a little bit feeling hyacinth, Alya followed Marcel to enter his own house, tailing Marcel who should be a guest there.

"You just sit down and rest, just show me where the kitchen is and I'll take my own drink, I don't want to bother you!" Marcel pointed to the long sofa, the only seat that was in the living room of Alya's house.

Alya's house is not filled with a lot of furniture, besides he is saving money, he also only buys items that he thinks are important, besides the house is fairly small, his house is also small, so it is better if not so many items to make it look more free.

"No need to protest, if you don't want to show me where your kitchen is then I'll look for it myself, but don't blame me if I go to your room!" Cut Marcel out when Alya had just opened his mouth to protest when Marcel asked himself to show him where the kitchen was.

"What do you really want, sir?" Alya asked in despair, while sitting on the sofa, it felt like he had no energy to argue with Marcel who always behaved as he wanted to.

"Drink! I told you I wanted to drink, my throat was dry." Marcel replied as he passed, looking for where the kitchen was, because Alya was unwilling to show him that.

Alya just shook his head slowly, this time he was already at the point of caring deeply about what Marcel was doing, his head still felt dizzy and his stomach still felt bad, so he prefers to lie on his couch now, because it is impossible if he leaves Marcel in his bedroom, Marcel may think if he wants Marcel to follow him to his bedroom.

Whether what marcel did in his kitchen, long in wait, the man iu did not also come out of the kitchen and say goodbye to home, until finally Alya sleepy and fell asleep on the sofa due to long waiting.

Nearly an hour later Marcel returned from the kitchen and approached Alya in the living room with a bowl of soup and porridge in his left and right hands, apparently she cooked because she knew Alya had not eaten anything while the woman had to take her medicine to ease her pain.

"Ssttt,, Al, Alya!" Call Marcel pat Alya on the cheek slowly after he put both bowls on the table.

"Eat first, then take your medicine!" Marcel said again, he was sitting in front of the sofa where Alya was lying at the moment, but Alya remained unmoved, it seemed like his sleepiness overcame everything.

"Hmm, well, it seems like you're very tired and sleepy, take a break." Marcel said, he entered the only room in the house, lucky room where Alya used to sleep was not locked, he said, so it made it easier for Marcel to go in and pick up a blanket to cover Alya who was asleep on the sofa, rather than him moving her into the room and instead going to wake her up.

"I'm saying goodbye, take a break. May you heal soon!" Marcel whispered shortly after he managed to cover Alya's body with a blanket.

This afternoon Marcel still had to attend an important meeting, so inevitably he had to go back to the office immediately, if only he could represent the meeting, maybe he would prefer to wait for Alya until he wakes up and make sure he eats his cooking and then takes his medicine, but the meeting really cannot be left and also can not be represented, he said, so he was very forced to leave Alya who was sleeping very fast.

The cup!

A kiss even landed on Alya's forehead, really at that time Marcel could not help but kiss the forehead of the woman who until now turned out to have not managed to leave his heart, despite all her might she tried to drive him away.

Just now Marcel's car came out of the courtyard of Alya's house, from his rearview Marcel could see clearly if Rudy's car entered the courtyard of Alya's house, only a fraction of a minute, just a difference of minutes, making Marcel's heart a little upset, he did not know if he should feel happy with the presence of Rudy there at this time because finally Alya there is waiting, or he should feel upset and sad because honestly he really wants to be in that position at the moment, but can't.

But whatever it is, Marcel can only accept it now, in fact he is not able to take care of Alya today, at least he has helped Alya today, regardless of whether it is accepted or not, but behind his sharp and cold attitude, his intention to help Alya was sincere.

**

The next day, the,

"Why did you come in? Have you been cured? I'm sorry yesterday wasn't so good, because it looks like you're too tired and I don't feel good to wake you up, when yesterday you haven't eaten and taken your meds." Marcel asked in shock when he arrived at the office and Alya was already in the meeting room, no matter what time the woman departed from her home so came this morning.

"Oh yes, I'm fine. Lucky yesterday Rudy came to help me cook porridge and soup, after taking medicine yesterday my body felt good again." Alya said that immediately made Marcel's chest feel like in a tonjok so shocked.

"You love to cook, do you have porridge and soup?" Marcel's birthday, obviously he's the one who cooked all that, why suddenly become Rudy?

"Hmm, he said he felt sorry for me." Alya replied with a bland smile.

"Thank God, your lover is so kind and considerate!" Said Marcel who suddenly his words pitched ketus, without Alya know what the reason, but since then Alya's feelings did not say things that provoke Marcel's emotions, he thought.