Wedding Dust's
17. Nadya Ayunda

...In the future, do not hate Nadya, Bagas, or Hansel?...

...Just reminding.🤭...

...Happy Reading......

...Don't forget the traces of bestie...💕...

Wearing formal clothes?

Mr. Hansel: No, just wear a casual dress.

At exactly seven in the evening, Mr. Hansel gave a message that he was in front of my hotel room. We exchanged messages earlier because I asked about clothes. I who was still lazy to move, immediately stood up to take a hair tie and dip it origin. Following the dusty pink knit sweater I used to cover the plain white T-shirt I was wearing, as well as the jeans I hadn't had time to change, I walked out the door.

After the door opened, I found Mr. Hans also wearing a casual shirt in the form of a plain tee shirt with a polo shirt, knee-length jeans with the same color, an expensive watch that circles the wrist, and the hairdo is not as neat when working. It's really not like Mr. Hansel I used to see in the office.

“I..”

“Udah. It's so pretty. Yuk.”

Mr. Hansel walked in front, while I was still stunned by what he had just said. Me, gorgeous? Maddened.

But in the end I walked behind him. The aroma I breathed in, was very different from that of Bagas. If Bagas prefers a soft fragrance that leaves no masculine impression, this man in front of me seems to prefer using Strong scented perfume. But my nose can still tolerate the strong smell of the expensive perfume it uses. Yes, understand, expensive perfume. Strong is comfortable to breathe.

After getting off the elevator and walking through the lobby which is quite crowded, I with Mr. Hansel arrived at the hotel restaurant and unfortunately, my phone was left in the room.

I swore in my heart, then condemned stupidity because Bagas could have replied to my message when I left my phone in the room. I continued to curse myself, until I did not realize that Mr. Hansel had stopped in one of the chairs on his desk there was the inscription ‘booked’. This table is already in the message. So Hans made a reservation? Then where are the others?

“Sit first Nad.” command that I amini. I sat there looking around, looking around for other people who were also going to have dinner with us. But, I haven't found anyone yet, the waiter handed me the menu book. Oh wait, did Mr Hans make a private reservation for both of us?

I cringed my forehead. I felt uncomfortable when the restaurant staff started staring strangely at me.

“Others, where is sir?”

“Which else? I'm just taking you.”

Oh my God. Why didn't I ask from the beginning. Is it strange now?

“I think the same mbak Titi, mbak Nana, and others too?”

Mr. Hans shook his head. Then he began ordering some menus that would be his dinner.

“Menu choice of mistress?” ask the waitress to surprise me from the daydream.

Ah, goddamn.

“Sa-me,”

Damnit. I feel like a woman who's been caught making fun of someone's husband right now. Why would Mr Hans take me to dinner alone like this?

“Nasi fried seafood only. Drink, strawberry juice, sugar just a little.”

“Good, one seafood fried rice, and strawberry juice with a little sugar. Anything else?”

“No. That's it.”

“Good. Please wait a moment ladies and gentlemen.”

After the waitress left, I was eager to ask what the purpose and purpose of Mr. Hansel taking me to dinner together like this. Not knowing what, what he did now could be misunderstood if one of the team saw, and ended up being the gossip material in the office.

My eyes stared straight with a flat expression at Mr. Hans, hoping he was sensitive and giving a specific explanation of his attitude. But what I heard, it surprised me half to death.

“Why Nad? Don't you like dinner here?” asked Mr. Hansel without disconnecting the view of the three-camera Boba phone in his hand.

“Pak. I don't know what you mean by eating together like this. But I hope you do not forget my status, and also my own status. I am married, it is inappropriate to have dinner alone with a man who is not my husband.”

Mr. Hansel stopped staring at his phone and turned to look at me. His body he leaned forward after putting the free cell phone on the table and folding both hands. “Then why?”

I don't know why, I'm even nervous about being stared at like this. “I do not feel good if later there is a misunderstanding, then so the talk material in the office if until someone sees us again dinner together like this.”

I'm not a stupid woman. I know what Mr. Hansel's eyes mean to me. The look of adoring a man to a woman. Or is it just my feelings that are too big a head?

“Nevent to be horrified what not to be heard.” sahutannya quickly so convincing to make me lower the view instantly. I do not want to be late, let alone tempted by the gaze that offers a comfort, then end up falling, lost far and do not know the way back.

Just leave him alone, or you and Bagas end up ruined.

He's your boss, it's not ethical that we go.

Two sides of me fighting for the truth each. Both were right, and I had to make a choice that would be a decision. This time, take the second one.

I neutralized the contents of my brain and breath. Hope there are no slanted sentences in the office after returning from Semarang the day after tomorrow. I was still down, not wanting to stare at that narrow-eyed bead that I really liked.

To be honest, Mr. Hansel has some male criteria that I would expect. It would be nice if we both don't have status yet, but—

“Bagas,”

That name. Where does Mr. Hansel know the name Bagas?

I jumped out of my one-sided daydream, then quickly raised my gaze and re-locked the adoring gaze of Mr. Hansel for me. “...that's your husband's name?”

I nodded with a slow motion. “Where do you know my husband's name?”

She smiles. The smile that lately made me have to turn my face when I saw it.

“I've seen you delivered by your husband. And I think, I've seen your husband.” explained Mr. Hansel in a relaxed tone. He was impressed to deliberately pause so that I remained focused on him, on the conversation we both had while waiting for the dinner menu to come. “After I remembered, someone's name came up. Bagas.” continued full of confidence which is now fishing for me to give an answer to the prejudice. “True 'right?”

So Bagas' premonition about the Hansel he once knew was? They know each other?

“Father knows my husband?” my question, curious.

“Yes. He's my junior in college first.” said calm while smiling warmly. I swear, that smile always tempts me to see it. Too bad to be missed, because Mr. Hansel never smiled like that to anyone else, even in the office, except me.

“Then, are you guys close?”

I was so curious that I couldn't control myself not to ask such basic things.

“No. We're not close. I only know and know his name, because he's one of the BEM sections of campus. And me, the Senate is there. We often meet when there are important meetings related to campus activities.”

I nodded in understanding. But, why does Bagas seem to dislike Mr Hans? Though, according to my judgment during working with him, he was a good man, and also charming.

“What Bagas ever tell you about me?”

Do I have to be frank? Lying is wrong, sin is. And I shouldn't have done that lie. Honest words are better.

“Enter.”

“Oh yes?” enthusiastic response. “So he ever told you about his college days?”

“Not, sir.” I answered began to be uncomfortable because Mr. Hans was impressed to know the personal things I want to keep myself. “She said like know the father, after I mentioned the name of the father and said if the father is the head of the new division in the office.”

“Then, what's the response?”

Seriously. What are they both doing?

“Yes, no response as of sir. He just said ‘Oh’ is so.”

Mr. Hansel smiled sweetly in front of me. Then, his hands stretched out slowly and cupped the back of my little hand. “If you have a problem, tell me. I'm okay, ready to be your confiding friend. Whatever your problem. If I can, I help.”

There was a slight thump in my heart when I heard the offer. In the end, there are people who want and want, and offer good faith to be a listener to my problems, of course, besides Bagas, which I have made sure I can no longer just say free stories like before. After getting married to Bagas, I limited all the stories I wanted to and usually told him. Prefer to keep everything yourself, including our relationship that is somehow aimed at.

Aware of being untrue and too inthim, I pulled my hand suddenly when the waitress came carrying some of the food we ordered. Hansel and I were silent, holding all the lines that forced out of the esophagus, which he wanted to say right now.

Then, a smile different from what Mr. Hansel used to give me, he aimed for the waitress who had finished arranging food on the table. “Thanks.” said as he slipped fifty thousand dollars on trolly pushed the waitress.

“Sama-sama sir.”

After that, Mr. Hans again looked at me softly and attentively. “Eat first, Nad. We can talk later. Or, if the time is too late and you are not comfortable with the situation, we can chat via chat.”

I was surprised by Mr. Hans' offer. Then, one conclusion that turned into a question appeared in my head. If we exchange private messages the way he wants, is that okay for us?

For him and his home?

Or even, for me and Bagas? []

^^^to be continued.^^^