She'S Mine
Fifteen Million

"They left about forty-five minutes ago" answered the man again.

'Ahh shit, they left me, ' inner Zea was upset. 'But that seems impossible. Alex can't possibly leave me. Especially now I use a wheelchair. He can't possibly be.'

"That's why thank you, ma'am. Ma'am can go" Zea said, taking her phone in the bag because she had to call Alex right now to find out where the man was.

"I'm sorry, but I haven't paid for the food yet" the waiter said.

"Huh? this hasn't been paid for by them?" Zea looked in disbelief at the servant.

"Yes mbak, they said mbak will pay for the order," said the waiter. At first they couldn't believe that this disabled girl in a wheelchair would come back.

But the lovers gave the bag containing valuables as collateral until the waiter let Alex and Keyra go.

"Yes, let me pay. How many mbak?" zea asked as he pulled out his wallet from inside the bag.

"The total is fifteen million two hundred and forty-five thousand mbak" said the servant.

"What's? I am not wrong? Fifteen million?" asked Zea with both eyes glaring in disbelief.

"Yes, he's right. In total it was fifteen million two hundred and forty-five thousand mbak" said the servant again with great confidence.

"The three of us just ate three bowls of meatballs and drank three glasses of orange juice. Time can be fifteen million more. The real dong mbak. I can sue you on the basis of blackmail" said Zea with a sharp look at the waiter.

"Sorry, but...."

"It's it's just a restaurant inside the mall, not a five-star restaurant on top of the building. So if you want to give a reasonable price dong," said Zea again with a high tone of voice to make several pairs of eyes staring at him.

"What's this?" ask a man who is mediating their debate.

"Oh, you're the manager here?" asked Zea who saw the name tag on the man's shirt.

"Yes right," the man replied very kindly. "Can I help you?"

"Mister please teach your servant not to extort customers here" Zea said, pointing at the maid's face. To make the thirty-year-old woman look down in fear.

"Sir Tiwi please explain to me what is meant by mbak this right?" the manager asked in a low voice. Because he did not want to draw conclusions from only one side.

"It's not so, sir," said the waiter, trying to bravely stare at the restaurant manager. Because he feels he is on the right side. "I've calculated the total amount of food that must be paid according to what was in this message mbak and his two friends." The waiter explained the facts.

"Sorry mbak. But the order of the three of you is not just three bowls of meatballs and three glasses of orange juice" the waiter denied. He dared to return Zea's gaze. Because there are managers who will definitely defend him.

"What do you mean?" zea asked confusedly. The three of them just ordered that. Do not order gold-studded food with a price of fifteen million.

"Before the two friends left, they ordered a package of grilled tilapia as much as two hundred servings."

"What's? Two hundred servings?" Zea turned her eyes in disbelief.

"Yes two hundred portions to be sent to one of the orphanages in South Jakarta," said the maid. "And friends mbak choose a package of tilapia fish with a package containing one fish grilled tilapia, savory rice, one cup of chocolate pudding and a glass of lemon tea. And every one of them costs seventy-five thousand" said the waiter.

"Well, have you heard the explanation from my servant?" ask the manager. While Zea had now clenched her hand holding back the anger.

"So you can not count yourself, two hundred times seventy-five thousand rupiah is how much," said the manager.

"And for two hundred and forty-five thousand, that's the price you have to pay for three bowls of meatballs and three glasses of orange juice" the manager said. "And one more mbak. That includes VAT (Value Added Tax)."

Zea let out a rough breath. This day he has been made emotional with the closeness of Alex and Keyra. And now? What should Zea do? Honestly, he no longer has that much money even though all the balances on his four ATM cards are combined.

"alright. I'll pay" said Zea. "But let me call my friend first. Looks like they're still shopping at this mall."

Zea started calling Alex. But his call was completely missed. Alex's number is still active.

And because her phone call was not picked up, Zea decided to send a message to Alex. Hope his message this time is directly in reply to the man.

[Where is lex? I was still at the restaurant. Our food bill is fifteen million. I can't pay. I don't have that kind of money. You're here to help me pay for everything?]

Shortly after, a message entered Zea's mobile number. It was a message from Alex.

[Yes. Let me go there. Now I'm the same Keyra again Watch. Go to the toilet later]

Zea breathed a sigh of relief as she read the message from Alex. At least Alex didn't leave him. Yes, even though the man is now watching a movie without him. But at least Alex still cares about her to pay for all the food in this restaurant.

Zea looked towards the manager. "My future husband will be here again. So you don't have to worry. He will pay for the whole meal" Zea said loudly. "If only fifteen million is very small for him" Zea said with great confidence.

The manager nodded his head. "All right then. But before the prospective husband could come here, he was forbidden to leave this restaurant," said the manager and retorted deheman by Zea. "Hmmm...."