Standard Effect's
Street Food's

Draga watched Yara from earlier, in the dining room, making Yara's face flushed with embarrassment.

"If so, why?" Yara tried to be ordinary.

"Handsome, assertive and stand-up, not bad." Draga issued his opinion.

"Oh yeah, good to hear that." Yara smiled and returned to her room.

***

Dhandeli was sulking, he went on a hunger strike and did not want to talk, making Arthem confused to persuade him.

"Dhan, you have to admit that you're wrong so that you don't get angry, I'm overwhelmed with pressure from your father." Arthem was a little wooing trying to make the Miss's heart melt.

"Riding a motorcycle at 140km/h, you think it's harmless? what else on the highway." Arthem again reminded about the actions of Dhan who was careless.

"Well, if you want to continue like this." Arthem raised both his hands and left.

Dhandeli still did not flinch at Arthem's departure, thinking that Arthem was only scaring him by pretending to leave. But Arthem really went for the next five days because there was something he had to face.

But Dhan was increasingly agitated because until 1:00 am Arthem did not return.

"Sam, Sam!" Dhan searched for Samuel the assistant.

"What's wrong Miss?" Sam woke up from his sleep.

"Arthem hasn't come home yet, where is he?" Dhan asked in a worried tone.

"Why did the lady ask me? Arthem's right hand lady, I know where she is, where, what, who is she with?" Sam was a little exaggerated when in fact he knew where Arthem was going.

"Is he really angry?" Mumbled Dhan.

"It could be, after all, who is not dizzy to face problems in a row, let alone not him who makes problems, must be upset extraordinarily." Sam purposely used the satire phrase.

At once Dhan was gloomy and went to his room with lethargic steps while Sam gave a report to Arthem who was far away there.

***

The morning was bright but not in accordance with the mood of Dhandeli, At breakfast he continued to daydream and like not excited.

"Quick finish your breakfast, miss, someone's gonna pick you up." Sam told me he was going to be picked up.

"Why don't you drive me Sam?" Dhan sighed while looking straight at Sam who was eating a meal this morning.

"I'm so busy, miss, and what I'm working on is all the duties and responsibilities that you're going to have." Sam again insinuated Dhan.

"You must hate me so much."

"No."

"Lied."

"I don't hate just being pissed off sometimes."

Honest Sam with a silly face.

"That means you hate me." Dhandeli got up from his seat and walked out of the house.

"Miss! missis! somebody's gonna pick you up, where are you going?" Sam with a thousand steps chasing after the sulking lady was walking quickly.

As Dhandeli walked at a fast pace in annoyance, a familiar car approached him.

"Good." It turns out that Draga had been watching him from the terrace of his house and took the initiative to follow Dhan, when he saw Draga who approached Dhandeli, Sam became calm and returned home.

"No, you don't hate me either." Dhan is still walking and Draga's car is accompanying him slowly.

"Well, otherwise we're late for work."

Draga raised his voice intonation made Dhandeli jumped in shock and immediately climbed into the Draga car.

"If you're angry with someone, don't involve anyone else." Draga gives light advice.

"They don't understand me." Dhan answered briefly while staring out the car window.

"What do they not understand about you?" Draga continued to ask.

"I want my own life, without the intervention of my parents, at my age of almost 30 years, I'm still being watched." Dhan told her of her discomfort all along.

"Your parents look after you because they know you're going to be targeted by irresponsible people, who then use you to pressure your father, and get what they want." Draga explains a reason enough to enter into the mind and heart of Dhandeli.

"It's my destiny, but I still can't accept it, you see them, how nice it is to walk the street freely, not knowing when a bullet will shoot towards you." Dhandeli pointed towards the pedestrian passing by leisurely.

"You can" replied the short Drag.

"No way, even Arthem was angry with me for that." Dhandeli returned moody.

"Who will lunch with you?" Draga planned to take him on a leisurely walk during lunch.

"So, I don't think I'm hungry later." With a still weak tone Dhan had predicted that he would not taste lunch.

After 30 minutes of travel, they finally arrived at the office lobby and continued their respective activities as usual.

Without feeling the lunch hour arrived, all employees scattered out of the office to eat lunch.

Only Dhandeli put his head on the desk while continuing to stare at his phone.

"He's really angry." Dhan muttered.

"No, Arthem's not angry." Draga was already standing in front of Dhandeli's desk.

"Don't cheer me up." Dhandeli still did not move from his position.

"Let's have lunch, if you don't eat can you focus on working?" Draga still patiently persuaded Dhan, even though he realized it was not like him.

"No way." Dhan again buried his face in the folds of hands that are still faithfully attached to the table.

"I'll take you to street food." Draga reluctantly offers him a place he doesn't like the most.

But Dhan's reaction was so shocking, his head was immediately raised with a flared smile and round eyes enthusiastically.

"Are you serious?" Dhan immediately stood up to tidy up his bag and stepped out of his study.

Draga smiled a forced smile and walked ahead of Dhandeli. Dhandeli followed Draga with enthusiasm and a smile that burst into the car he was still humming cheerfully.

"So happy you were when I took you to street food." Draga was amazed by Dhandeli's response.

"My whole life, I've wanted to go to street food, until I thought it was only in my dreams, but you made my dreams come true, thank you Boss." Dhandeli thanked with a sweet and sincere smile to Draga, making Draga's heart beat fast.

Draga parked his car not far from the food street area, but apparently not all stands are open during the day.

"Street food will be crowded and crowded at night, if the day is mostly closed, so now you have to be satisfied with the stand that is there." Draga explained the situation of street food to be visited but when he turned his head Dhan was not on his side, but in one of the stands.

The stand that Dhandeli came across was a toast stand with abundant meat filling, cheese and vegetables with a spicy sauce topping.

"Do you want to? I'll deal." Dhan was so excited looking at Draga that it looked very uncomfortable.

"No, thank you." Draga refused while turning his face away.

"Well let's see if there's any other food you want later." Dhandeli received the toast and ate it voraciously, without noticing Draga's pale countenance.

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