The Marriage of Mr. Arogan
De Gracia's Restaurant

Arsen still does not understand Amey's intentions. He looks angry because Amey mentioned the name of Tom who was thought to be Amey's former lover before Arka. And who else is Jerry? How many men cook for Amey? he thought.

“Who are the two men you mentioned earlier, huh?!” he said with a cynical tone.

“Both men? Which one?”

“Si jerk Tom and ..” Arsen paused his speech and went back to thinking. “Hey, wait! What Tom and Jerry do you mean it's the cat and mouse that always fight in cartoons?” frowning.

“Bwahahaha!” amey's laughter broke. He held his stomach open.

“Memey? Don't tell me that you just denounced the beef soup I've made so hard?!”

“HAHA! Honey, you know you're so funny, Hahaha!”

Arsen looked at his laughing wife. He took off the apron violently and tore it apart.

“Not funny!” (not funny!) walk away from Amey.

Seeing Arsen who looked sulky, Amey immediately stopped her laughter. “Gosh! Did I offend him?” running after Arsen. “Honey, wait for me! Oye! Don't hurry the path. Dear?”

Arsen did not press and continued to walk until the front of the main door. Behind him was Amey who half ran after Mr. Arogan who was again pouting. Suddenly the woman had an idea that she thought was powerful to melt Arsen's heart.

“Aww, my stomach!” pekik Amey. “Ars! My stomach hurts!”

Amey's shriek was heard in Arsen's ears. He finally looked back and found Amey who looked in pain while holding his stomach that had not expanded.

“Memey!” arsen shouted in panic not overbearing.

Not Waiting for a long time, Arsen was already in front of Amey with a look of his pajamas. “Honey! You why? What's wrong with your stomach? You in pain?” rows of questions flooded Amey's still ears with her pretentious expression.

“I'm fine. I'm just kidding,” smile sweetly.

“Memey! You're freaking me out!” snapped Arsen who wasn't kidding.

“I'm sorry Darling. You do not sulk anymore yes,” persuade Amey stroked Arsen's cheek gently.

And sure enough, the man immediately collapsed and hugged his wife's body. “Do not repeat. I don't like it,” he said flat.

“Iya Darling.”

“Alright, let's go to your company.”

“Absolutely you have no other schedule than to the Aldanda Group?”

“I've cancelled.”

“Why Dear? Lately you've been cancelling your schedule. Does it have no effect on the company's development?”

“You just calm down. There's Mark handling it.”

Amey nodded in understanding.

Arriving Arsen and Amey at the door, a handsome man dressed in a black suit was waiting in front of the car. Mark who is the man immediately opened the door for Arsen and Amey.

“Mark, replace me to meet with Mr. Dusley's. After I thought about this employment contract is very important for the construction of Paradise hotel in Germany.”

“Good Mr.”

“Honey, shouldn't it be included with the budgeting document that my department should create and sign?”

“Yes I know. But you're no longer the hotel manager, let the employees of that department make it.”

“Loh, why? Did you fire me again?” amey asked, raising the tone.

“Hmm,” nods casually.

“Not you saying I'm only on leave for a few days?”

“Memey Darling, you are the president of Aldanda Group, so can't be the hotel manager anymore.”

Amey silence. Actually, he did not like the department very much. Of course he was still hurt by the fact that he actually had a parent who had died, and had a greedy aunt.

"Ohya, you can contact one of your employees first to compile it and at the same time deliver the document to the meeting tenmpat Mark and Mr. Dusley?" ask Arsen.

"Hmm," nodded lazily.

"Mark, after you drop me and my wife off to the Aldanda Group you can go straight to the meeting place with Mr. Dusley's. And for the budget documents of the new project will be delivered by the department in charge."

"Good sir."

***

A beautiful woman, with a small mole under her lips and having a slightly sloppy nature, seemed to tidy up her workbench cheerfully. It's Jenifer. That day he was appointed general manager of Paradise Hotel, replacing Amey.

^^^From : Amey^^^

Jen, please write a new project budget letter with Mrs. Dusley, and deliver to De Gracia's Restaurant. Please help, Jen.

^^^Okeyy Mey, understood :)^^

Without complaining, Jen performs her duties with pleasure. Before he sat facing the monitor, he kissed a large signboard located on a table that read his name and position.

After nearly fifteen minutes of sitting and typing, he got up from his seat and picked up the white paper he had printed. Not to forget also Jen filled the important paper in a brown envelope.

"De Gracia's restaurant, I'm coming!" muttered Jen excitedly.

As usual, he was riding his favorite bike. Although his knee was still injured but did not lift his spirit to work. Moreover, it has just been promoted to General Manager, which is where the position is dreamed of by other employees.

The distance between Paradise Hotel and De Gracia's Restaurant is just thirty minutes. But because Jen uses a motorbike it only takes twenty minutes to get to that place.

Jen tidied up her slightly messy hair and tidied up her clothes. After that he went inside with his eyes did not stop staring at the cellphone screen. Jen's looking at a picture of Mr.'s face. Dusley sent Amey via Whatsapp.

"Well that's him, a somewhat bald man with slightly squinty eyes. But, who is the man who is talking to Mr. Dusley's? It seems familiar to me," Jen murmured.

The girl continued walking and approached table number five. Jen took her breath and set her barbaric-looking walk to a more elegant step.

"Excuse me, Mr. Dursley's. I'm Jenifer, General Manager of Paradise Hotel." (Excuse me, Mr. Dusley. I am Jenifer, General Manager of Hotel Paradise), Jen said.

"Please sit down, Miss Jenifer." (Please sit down Miss Jenifer)

Jen nudges Mark's body sitting quietly opposite Mr. Dusley's. Jen has not seen who the man she was nudging to shift. While Mark was just silent with his flat expression.

"Hey, move a little and give me a spot" whispered Jen.

Mark did it lazily. Young Madam you are good at surprises! his inner.

"Miss, Jenifer, you're twenty minutes late" Dusley said in Indonesian.

"I'm sorry, sir," looked down.

"What's wrong. I always give a dispensation to a beautiful woman like you," winked her right eye.

"Thank you, sir" Jen smiled brightly.

"Can we continue?" Mark made a sound and it surprised the girl sitting next to him.

This flat voice is similar to Jen's inner.

"Miss, Jenifer please give me the documents you brought," Mark asked as he looked at Jen.

"Oh my God!" Jen jumped. "Tu-man red tie? Why are you here? Are you a ghost who can fly here and there? Are you following me?" jen said uncontrollably.

"Miss, please control yourself. Just give me the documents!"

"Ba-good." Jen nervously handed the document to Mark. Ameyiyy! You're pranking me again! inner growled.

"Mr Mark, it turns out that you have a very beautiful partner like this," said Dusley smiling flirtatiously as she looked at Jen.

"Maybe Mr. Dusley's wrong look." Mark smiled stiffly.

Whahuh? Mislook? You mean I'm not pretty? Obviously this old geezer praised me for being beautiful. Haha.

"Thank you, sir, for your praise" Jen replied to Dusley's smile.

"Ehem!" Mark berdehem's. He became uncomfortable because the two people looked at each other and it made Mark feel nauseous. "Mrs. Dusley, you can see all these budgets, and please sign on the right," hand over the documents.

"Good."

Dusley read while nodding. He immediately agreed and signed the document. "Done!"

"Thank you Mr. Dusley," said Mark sticking out his hand.

"Together." The two men shook hands.

After that Dusley stuck his hand out to Jen and was reciprocated with a hand from Jen. But the old man's hand suddenly stroked the back of Jen's hand. The girl felt uneasy and immediately withdrew her hand.

Mark stared at Dusley's flirtatious behavior with a cynical look. Apparently this Old Man likes a red tie girl who likes to throw snot carelessly! mark said in his heart.

Oh Lord! What's with Mr Dusley's expression? Why is he looking at me like that? Where does her face look like a Japanese artist again! What is his name. Oh, I remember! Netizens often call him Grandpa Sugiono!

To be continued ...

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