Sisterzones
Five years later

Alia shut her phone. Again, there was no answer from across. This time he no longer put on a face of worry or sadness like a few years ago. Alia was very upset.

"How dare you ignore my phone. Justjust look. When we meet again, I'll hit you in the head" he said.

"Sir Alia!"

An exclamation made Alia turn her body quickly. A teenage girl approached with a big smile. "Risa? What's up?" tanyakanya.

"Help me put this up," exclaimed the girl named Risa in a spoiled tone. While only a few steps away from Alia, she flipped over her body and showed her immaculately bound mini apron.

Alia smiled and complied with the request. Risa laughed satisfied to see the results of that neat bond.

"Risa, stop lazing around or bother senior Alia. There's an order to be delivered." Someone shouted at Risa when he saw her still relaxed in the midst of the busy kitchen. "Senior Alia can do her personal business longer. Senior has been working hard."

Alia smiled awkwardly as some were looking at her respectfully. Although allowed to take longer, Alia felt bad. He scratched his head and pulled Risa to continue working. Some of the workers there were always smiling when Alia passed them.

Indeed, for five years working at WR Coffee as a waitress, there was never any mistake or behavior Alia made her coworker uncomfortable. Alia also did not hesitate to provide help or input for her fellow coworkers. Many respected Alia. His working period that can be said long enough to cause the word 'senior' is always embedded in his nickname. The call sometimes made many feel disinclined to Alia.

That's because as a senior, Alia is a role model through her attitude who never talks unnecessary things and always finishes all her work deftly and neatly. Some have even more respect for Alia than Wilda Naradani, owner of WR Coffee itself.

"Senior Alia, someone is waiting for Brother. It's his order."

Alia received the tray and immediately turned around to usher in without further ado. He did not pay much attention to other sentences other than information about the destination table.

"Ehem!" deham Risa who suddenly walked beside him.

"Please watch the road."

Risa did not listen to that advice. He was smiling amusedly. "Ciee... Alia's sister will meet the handsome man again."

Alia raised an eyebrow. He stared at the number of the order he was carrying and the destination table at that number. A man with a handsome face was sitting alone at the table while playing his cell phone.

"Excite, Brother!" Risa blinked her one eye before splitting directions.

Alia's breath was released slowly. He shook his head at the behavior of his coworkers. Among the women who work here, it is only the rest of her, mature women who are still unmarried. The rest are already married, and some are still too young like Risa. As a result, his friends deliberately always match him with handsome men who come to visit by having Alia bring their orders.

"Excuse me, here's the order."

Alia deftly moved the food from the tray to the table. He maintained his standard professional smile until he turned around.

"Alia!" call the guy.

Although slightly disturbed by the call, Alia still turned around and smiled. "Yes? Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Ah, no, sorry. I mean it's not that. It's just..." The man seemed doubtful. Seen from his nervousness while rubbing his nape awkwardly. "Alias... Do you have any free time?"

"Nothing," Alia replied quickly, still with a smile.

The man smiled bitterly. There was no way he would miss the sheer reluctance that Alia had shown him. "Truely, it does look like that. You were too busy to block my contact number when I first called you."

Alia did not pay attention to the man's words anymore. Right now the focus was on a small commotion that occurred in the middle. He could see Risa there with her panicked face. It seems the girl made a mistake again.

"Sorry, Kevin. I think we can talk about this later. There's something I have to take care of first" Alia said in a slight hurry.

The man named Kevin blocked Alia's wrist as the woman left. He just took off his grip as Alia turned her head with a sharp look.

"Ah, sorry. I didn't mean anything." Kevin flicked his hands with a flushed face of embarrassment and pleasure. He was a little surprised and enthusiastic to see the fierce expression of Alia who was first shown to him. "One more thing, Alia. Just one."

Alia waited impatiently. His smile had faded away since then.

"Can I take you home after you work?" ask Kevin expectantly.

Alia bluntly shook her head. "No need, Kevin. Someone drives me home every day. I hope you can understand and let me go now."

"Ah, yes, sorry. Please go," respond Kevin quickly.

Alia without saying any more immediately left the table, leaving Kevin who lowered his head and smiled to himself.

"She looks angry, but why does it look so adorable? Gosh there's something wrong with my head" Kevin muttered after Alia had gone too far to hear.

"Just disturb!" a teenage-year-old girl.

"Carla, stop. We're not here to make a fuss." A grown man beside the boy scratched his head.

Alia found Risa who was looking down deeply. He continued to repeat his apologies to the two people in front of him.

"My book got dirty because of this waiter! How are you gonna take responsibility, stupid Aslan?" The girl continued talking and cursing, making other visitors so stare at them.

"What's wrong?" whispered Alia as she approached Risa. Despite asking that, Alia already knew the outline of the incident. The dirty patches on the girl's shirt and the shards of coffee cups on the floor gave the answer.

Risa looked up. His eyes were teary, almost crying. Alia who saw that immediately took action by hiding Risa behind her.

"Sorry for the inconvenience. We will provide the right compensation for the shirt. Therefore, can we talk about this with a calmer atmosphere?" Alia tried to take over the situation.

"This shirt isn't worth the price, you damn it! Do you think I'm so short of money that I have to ask you for damages?" snapped the girl with an increasingly higher tone.

"Maola!" sweat the guy next to him.

"You shut up, Aslan!" The girl named Carla co-formed Aslan, the man who accompanied her here.

Alia has met with cases like this several times. He knew, most of the people with power and money, did not like to be underestimated. So he kept trying to lower his tone.

"Of course, miss. We'll work on something else that makes the lady comfortable. Come with us to the VIP room and continue this matter in a better room." Alia smiled at her sweet smile.

The girl's brown eyes skirted Alia for a long time. Unlike before, he looked calmer. Aslan even watched Alia closely.

Alia thought they would continue to protest. But no words came out of the two.

"Forget over. I'm leaving" Carla said, throwing a face. His annoyed face did not improve, but he immediately left the place while pulling Aslan's hand.

Alia did not try to hold them back. He looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when some of his other colleagues had conditioned some guests who had been curious and deftly cleaned up the mess that occurred. Alia looked at Risa whose gaze was still empty. A drop of tears that almost fell was rubbed by Alia.

"Not here, let's go back," said Alia softly. He leads Risa to the kitchen and to the part that is not so affected by the busyness there. At that place Risa was crying all over. Alia said nothing and just patted the girl's shoulder slowly.

It took quite a while until her crying turned into a bit of a frenzy. At that moment, someone came to them.

"This little guy made a mistake again?"

Alia looked up when she heard this familiar voice. Wilda who was standing folded her hands over her chest. He shook his head slowly.

"Mom Wilda, forgive me," whined Risa who in an instant had held Wilda's leg.

"Oh, it's been said a few times. Call Brother Wilda. I may have gone berserk because of your call rather than the mistake you made this time." Wilda shifted uneasily after Risa let go of her hand.

Risa scratched her head. Traces of tears were still clearly visible on her cheeks. "But that 'Sister' call doesn't fit at all."

"Pronounce once more and I'll twist your neck" said Wilda who was furious and had held Risa's jaw with bulging eyes.

Alia mediates the two. Wilda will sometimes be childish, while Risa still does not forget her brash nature even in a whining state though.

"Remember, you'll have to report the details later." Wilda gave a serious look to Risa. The focus is full of meaning.

Risa nodded and smiled brightly, as if her cries since just acting alone.

This time, Wilda looked at Alia. "Alia, sorry. I got word from Bram that he can't take you home from work today."

Alia nodded lightly and smiled. "No problem, brother. After all, from the beginning, being delivered every day also sounds excessive. I'll be fine."

Wilda did not look satisfied. He could think for a moment. "Oh! How about you take the offer of that guy named Kevin? He offered you a ride home, didn't he?"

"Ah, yes! Brother Alia should accept the offer," Risa chirped excitedly. The remaining tears on her cheeks became like a joke.

Alia dumbfounded. The speed of information between workers here is terrible. He didn't know how Wilda could get the news so soon. Alia can only understand Risa who quickly understands only in situations like this.

"No. I don't want to," Alia said as she shook her head.

Wilda and Risa both sighed softly. They were not surprised by the answer. At least as long as they knew Alia, it was indeed difficult to get the woman close to any man.