THE LAST
10. Rabbit's Eye in a Dream

In the large room minimalist style, Arga sat leaning on a soft and comfortable work chair. Eyes closed. His fingers were clinging to each other on his stomach. He was a little bit out of focus on his work. Reza, still faithfully standing in front of him. Waiting for orders from his superiors.

"Surely, this boss why the hell? What did he call me here for? Couldn't it just be to see him like this?" monologue Reza in heart.

Tok to tok.

There was a knock on the door then followed by the appearance of Dian with her clothes that remained sexy. Reza just looked at it. Arga is still in closed-eye mode. Silent. Reza turned to Dian who looked at him as if asking what was with his boss. Reza who knows the code from Dian just shrugged his shoulders hinting at his ignorance.

"Ehem, sorry sir." Dian ventured to tell her whereabouts there after being silent for a while.

"Hum." muttered Arga.

Dian who got a signal that his superiors were fine immediately submitted the newly received cooperation proposal file as well as reminding the meeting that will start soon.

Arga opened her eyes after receiving the report from Dian. Then ask Dian to prepare for the meeting today. Dian immediately resigned.

"Riss!" Reza who was called by his name was immediately on standby.

"You changed me to lead the meeting today. I need to be outside." Reza looked up because of his boss.

"Again?" inner screaming.

Of course scream. Today's meeting was in touch with the planning and marketing division. The meeting that drained his energy and racked his brain. This division is the brain of the future of a company. How could this boss even leave? He's sighing. I really want Reza to scream. Aaaargha!

"Well sir." but the words spoken from his lips were words of treason against him.

Reza came out of Arga's room feeling arrogant, anxious, and curious. What's with that boss? Why have you recently failed to focus?

Several times he found his boss smiling to himself. Sudden insecure with his appearance. Always ask her how she looked that day, which was always perfect. Reza walked while shaking his head. Is the boss in love?

Reza found his thoughts. It seems impossible. The odds are 1 in 1,000. Given the number of beautiful women, sexy women, smart women, who were thrust first lady at his boss but none of them were able to attract his attention. Reza nodded again. Ah, Reza so often sighed when thinking about the attitude of his superiors.

Arga drives his own Japanese car. Not necessarily direction. He just felt like he wanted to go out and turn around. Heart's fretting.

Last night he was asked to stay at the mother's house after driving her to shop for basic necessities monthly. Although reluctant but Arga still obeyed.

The night before, after dinner, Arga accompanied the mother to watch a television show that was airing the wedding procession of one of the celebrities of the country live.

Deg.

Arga's heart skipped a beat and his blood rippled as television screens panned the kabul procession. His memory immediately floated on the dream he had experienced some time ago. Also his meeting with the beautiful rabbit-eyed lady who always teased him. Arga smiled as he stroked his chin that was no longer slippery because of the fine hairs that began to grow and had not had time to shave it.

"It's just as if I knew him." inwardly.

"Why could that happen?" Arga monologues in the heart.

"Or just similar?" thought.

Arga ruffled his hair and sighed in frustration. Suddenly he was dizzy. Thinking about how he could dream of marrying a rabbit-eyed woman he had only met after the dream happened. His behavior clearly caught the attention of the mother sitting next to him.

"Why you?" ask the Mother.

"Papa ma'am, my head is suddenly dizzy" said Arga reasoned.

"I went to the room first Ma'am." said Arga immediately moved without approval.

The mother shook her head. He was actually surprised to see the behavior of his only son. Aware of acting like usual that was calm and seemed cold. But then don't take a headache.

Arga stopped his car in a park. Not intending to get out. Leaning his head against the back of the chair, his eyes skimmed the roof of his car. His mind floated on the rabbit-eyed lady. He chuckled considering the 2 times he met the woman, yet was unable to answer her curiosity. He shook his head. Every time I meet that woman why does her tongue suddenly run out? And even fascinated by the rabbit's eyes?

"Ah, yes. Reza must be reliable for this one." he thought.

The digital clock on his car's dashboard shows 3 and a half hours. Ah, long time also he was circling. Suddenly he felt hungry stomach.

"It turns out fretting drains energy as well." he chuckled.

Arga drives his car intending to find a nearby restaurant. His stomach was asking to be filled. He remembered that he had missed lunch.

Drrt.

Arga's phone is vibrating. Reza's assistant's name is on the screen.

"Long live." murmured Arga.

"Gum." Arga replied with a murmur.

"Sir, our client from Surabaya will visit the office, what time will you return?" ask Reza to the point.

Reza has resigned alone if later ordered to represent his superiors. It felt like that day he wanted to soak in a pool of warm water. His body and mind are tired.

"Replace Rez's meeting location. I'm waiting at the Pity Resto. I'm shareloc. You're also here with the files!" arga commands.

"That right?" inner Reza.

Reza sighed and threw it away violently hoping that his fatigue would be wasted.

"Well sir." again his lips were betrayed.

Reza asks Dian to contact the client and prepare the files for a meeting later.

While Reza and Dian were preoccupied with the task that Arga ordered, the handsome man was sitting quietly enjoying a late lunch. That was the first time Arga came to the restaurant. His tongue seemed spoiled by the dishes he ordered. His taste. Between hunger and a dish that does fit on her tongue, Arga eats voraciously.

After finishing the meal, Arga asked one of the employees to clean his desk. He was already in a private room with a large glass window overlooking the beautiful garden. In the park there are also several games for children. He could see some children exclaiming cheerfully were playing slides and swings there.

Tok to tok.

A waitress is seen opening the door of the room where Arga is. Then followed by the figure of a handsome man who was none other than Reza. Behind Reza, following a shady middle-aged man who was smiling, came with his secretary.

The meeting which lasted more than 1 hour that day led to an agreement that benefited both parties. The middle-aged man seemed to admire and acknowledge Arga's ability to lead his company and often praised Arga. Looks sincere. Arga only smiled his smile to hear the compliments that were thrown and promised to carry out their cooperation as well as possible.

Deg.

Arga's heart skipped a beat as he accidentally threw his eyes out a window overlooking the garden. The beautiful rabbit-eyed lady waltzed at a slight pace followed by an employee of the restaurant. His eyes continued to look towards the woman.

"Hania?" his inner.

Hania was wearing a black apron at the waist until her knees were inscribed with Resto Sweetheart with a light yellow color that contrasts with the basic color. Heard one of the employees called him "Mom".

"He works here?" ask in the heart.

His eyes still followed where Hania stepped until lost behind the gazebo next to the park. Both Reza and his client were unaware of Arga's attitude. They seem to be talking. Yep. Reza is very good at entertaining his superior guests. Until suddenly Arga got up from his seat to catch up with Hania, then Reza and his guests turned to him.

"I'm sorry, I'm back for a while" said Arga, who noticed the response of the people in front of her.

Arga left the room in a bit of a hurry. He does not want to lose another chance. He looked for Hania and found the woman who looked like the woman in his dream was on the right side of the restaurant building, still accompanied by an employee earlier. Seemed to be talking to a boy in his 10s, skinny unkempt, and carrying a sack that has been severed. Shortly afterwards he saw the woman walking back into the restaurant followed by an employee and the boy, through the side of the building towards the back.

Arga watched Hania from a distance far enough that she could not hear their conversation. But, from Hania's body language, Arga can capture the intent of their conversation. Arga's smile grew thin when he saw Hania hand over a plate of food to the little boy who looked very shy. Before long an employee came to bring and hand over the plastic package that had no idea what it contained to Hania. Then it was given to that peia boy earlier. Shamefully the boy received the package and left Hania while bending over. There was the crisp laughter of Hania who released the boy earlier. For some reason, his heart was delighted to hear Hania's laughter.