THE LAST
23. There's Hope

Exiting the private room, Hania and Arga walked side by side. Inevitably, the scene became a spectacle material for employees who are still relaxing because there are not many visitors. From the tail of her eyes, Hania knew some employees were whispering whispering while glancing at the two of them. There are also the perverted. There was even a thumbs up at him when his glance was seen by the employee.

Hania has never treated her restaurant visitors like she did when she treated Arga. Accompanying him to eat, talk, even Hania drove Arga to the exit. So, it is undeniable that its employees are on their own scene.

"Can we meet again?" Arga stopped his steps, looked at him and asked expectantly when they reached the terrace.

Hania was worried. Is it okay, constantly meeting that sexy guy? What purpose does the sexy man want to continue to meet him? Does that guy want to approach her too?

Hania's head was already filled with various questions and conjectures. I want to emphasize the distance between them. Prohibited him from seeing her often. However, he nodded his head while smiling in response he did not mind. Hania sighs. Why are his brain and feelings out of sync? Heh.

Hania's arrival in the kitchen area was greeted by chirping employees who seemed enthusiastic waiting for the story. Hania is very close to her employees. There is no barrier between them.

They are free to issue uneg-uneg, even if they want to contribute suggestions and ideas for the progress of the restaurant will be accepted with open arms by Hania.

Because of Hania's attitude like that the employees feel at home working for him. Despite the impression of slipping ceplos, employees remain respectful and reluctant to their superiors.

"Wuiih, the handsome does not can, Mom, Mr. Galih mah passing by." said an employee.

"E uh, who says, Mr. Galih is also handsome not cans, very good again, ah let alone his smile... Make clepek-clepek", said the others defend Galih.

"Eh Mr. handsome was also his smile made klepek-clepek, swiiiiiit use palm sugar." reply pro Arga employees.

Be present. Why is it so stormy on its own? Hania's massaging her temples. Suddenly became dizzy to hear the tweets of his employees.

"Mother Hania, Miss Hania, who will you choose? Mr Galih or Mr Ganteng just now?" Hania turned to the employee who asked.

"Mom, who deletin all handsome, for the secret dong." Hania chuckled at the one question she thought was ridiculous.

"Yes ma'am, we also want to be degetin ganteng man." one more employee even vent.

"Sir Ganteng what's his name, Mom?" suddenly a heavy voice chimed in on the questions of other employees.

Heh. Ferry. Hania glanced at him annoyed. The smile deemed rancid by Hania was perched on the thin lips of the macho chef. He already felt his feelings were bad. The man who was younger than him would definitely tempt him continuously. Wlambak! (Supply!)

"Have a job!" sahut Hania cynical.

"It's a big kepo, Mom, not just a kepo" said Ferry continues to tease, which even can support from other employees.

"So, what's his name? known dong." goda Ferry again because Hania just silence.

"Relieve it!" hania said as she stepped out of the kitchen area in a fit of annoyance, while Ferry chuckled.

"Ciyeee... Not known." Ferry's getting chuckled.

After Hania died, the employees disbanded. So too with Ferry. It just so happens that his working hours are over.

"Wouldn't you go with me?" haggar Ferry on the employee who one shift with him.

"What's the Ferry ride?" ask a karyawati.

"Damn it, Black Panther!" he was proud to call his favorite ninja motorcycle.

"Ah ogah, tired of me mbonceng motor grasshopper. It's good to ride a duck." said the nun.

Ferry just sniffed his shoulders while chuckling at the complaint of the woman who called her motorcycle as a grasshopper and compared it to a duck. Just-there's. Nice motor-said locust. Ferry left the restaurant, followed by Hania who was also preparing to go home. It has been a long time to leave Tiara at home with her neighbor's son.

Meanwhile, Arga, her heart is blossoming. His pleasure is not defined by the word, can only be expressed through a smile and ********breath that sounds heavy. His chest felt full until it was difficult to breathe properly, so happy.

His behavior like ABG in love did not escape the attention of Mang Diman. Mang Diman, since then only noticed from the visionary glass while shaking his head. He could not bear to occasionally smile holding amusedly.

Until arriving at his home page, Arga did not go down even though he had been told. To the extent that Mang Diman had to knock on the side car glass where Arga was sitting, then the man who was kasmaran was aware.

Inside the house, Bi Sumi looks sumringah see the employer she has been nurtured since the toddler was back with a healthy state of wal afiat and looks more radiant series.

"Alhamdulillah... Mas Arga has come home, in good health", welcome Bi Sumi while holding both hands Arga with eyes that look longing at the handsome man who is already like a son to him.

"Alhamdulillah, yes, Bi, I'm healthy." said Arga, smiling.

"No need, Bi, I've eaten just now, still full. Later if it takes anything let me make it myself." reject Arga.

Arga left Bi Sumi for the room she missed on the 2nd floor. His body still felt tired but his heart was calm. Meeting Hania made her heart calm. His smile came back. He often smiled because he imagined the beautiful woman.

Late in the evening, the exhausted Arga was still fast asleep in his super soft bed. After soaking in the warm water this afternoon, he felt his body more refreshed but his eyes were sleepy instead. With her hair still wet, she laid herself on her big bed. Imagining Hania.

Thinking of the words of that beautiful woman who had no partner, she was truly relieved. That means there is still hope for him. But again the words of Iden who said Hania had a daughter buzzed like a bee in her ear.

No partner but have children? Or maybe? She has a child but is not married? Or, she parted ways with her partner and already has a child?

Aarghs! Arga rattled his hair that was still wet. His mind was filled with all sorts of guesses. What if he already has a child? What matters is that his status is not tied to any man. So there is no pebinor as expected Iden.

Arga sighed and threw it away violently. He must find out but must not rush like before. Now his mind was filled with various plans to approach the rabbit-eyed woman. Without feeling his eyes closed. He falls asleep with various plans for Hania.

Drrrt drrt.

The increasingly clear mobile phone vibration sounded in the ear, forcing Arga to fumble on the nightstand beside her bed with her eyes still closed. The sleepiness still lingered spoiled in his eyes.

"Hum.." lazily Arga answered the call.

"Reza said you're back. Not going to lo?" the voice across the phone immediately grabbed.

Arga hissed at the heavy voice that greeted him. Iden. Yep. Who else made him want to come back? Recalling Iden's words yesterday, Arga became annoyed.

"Why? Is your kangen the same as me?" asked Arga while rolling her eyes lazily.

There was a grieving voice across from Arga's phone. Arga grunting.

"Gue wants to make a promise. Hunting to the office", said Iden who was replied by Arga.

Arga disconnected his phone. He's just getting pissed. Doing the task is only half-and-half but the appointment bill remains intact. Just yummy.

Digital clock on the nightstand. Exactly 8 am. The new Arga will rise from its fall when its phone vibrates again. Seen by the name of Dian, the secretary, plastered on her screen.

"Hum.." answered Arga.

"Ehem... Good morning sir", said Dian while smiling as sweet as sugar as if his boss was standing in front of him.

"Said Mr. Reza, you're already in Jakarta. Is it true, sir?", asked the secretary.

"Hum." said Arga who was still lazy, he felt his body was still tired.

"Look, sir, there are some documents that need your signature" Dian said.

"I'm still tired. I think I'll be working from home today. You deliver the documents to the house." Arga ordered.

"Good, sir." Dian answered while nodding her head still acting as if Arga was in front of her.

Arga had just disconnected his cell phone when his bedroom door was knocked. Then the mother's voice called out to him.

"What's up, Mom? Why is this morning?" asked Arga while kissing the mother's hand, after the door opened.

"Geez Arga, why aren't you ready!? You're not going to the office?" instead of answering the mother asked back.

The mother put her foot into Arga's room. Turn off the air conditioning and open the balcony door. Fresh air immediately filled the room Arga. Arga went straight into his bathroom, cleaned himself up.

30 Minutes passed, Arga out of the dressing room in his room was already in a neat state with his casual clothes. Black jeans combined light blue polo shirt. Makes Arga look fresher. Her mother was no longer seen in her room.

"Why don't you go to the office?" ask the mother who found her already sitting sweet in her family room accompanied by dramatic impressions from the tv station that okay have.

"I'm still tired, Mom. Today work from home. I've sent people to send their files home." said Arga while sitting himself on the right side of the mother.

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