Meeting Zayn Back
"Shut up," snapped Raka, until the man's eyes turned red.
Suddenly Bella's heart jolted, the woman lowered her head with a trembling body. Where is the figure of Raka who has a million sweet words for him?
"Who do you think I am? Ha! How dare you manage me! You are just my secretary, completely meaningless in my eyes. Not that you are free to do whatever you like, including bullying the girl." Raka pointed at Inara. "I'm not a fool who is easily deceived, can't tell who's wrong and who's right?" Raka's emotions are getting higher, sometimes his secretary acts innocent like he hasn't done anything wrong.
He walked closer to Inara while looking at the girl sharply. He leaned in to get a better look at Inara's face, which was shaking. "Only I can suppress him." His tone sounded like a threat to Inara.
The scent of perfume coming from Raka's body was intoxicating in an instant tickled Inara's sense of smell and instantly made her body swell.
Inara swallowed hard, her heart beating faster. His fate is not getting better, but getting worse. How could she be Raka's assistant when she couldn't stand being with him even for a moment. While the job of a personal assistant must prepare all the needs of superiors. Not only hated the man, but Inara also felt afraid, she began to imagine strange things that would happen to her. Oh! Gosh, don't. Today Raka has dared to kiss, so what next? What if the man suddenly dragged her into a quiet room and there were only the two of them in it, then locked the door, and then… she closed her eyes for a moment, imagining it all made Inara shudder with horror and fear.
However, his tongue was numb, he wanted so badly to say that he didn't want to. But it was very difficult to say that sentence, it was more difficult to answer Raka's question than walking all the way around looking for a job.
Bella stomped her feet alternately when she felt that Raka didn't care about her at all. He realized the man's heart and mind had been completely covered by the name Inara. Not wanting to be hurt anymore, Bella walked towards the exit while pouting her lips holding the pain and disappointment in her chest.
Raka straightened his body again, he wanted to touch Inara's hair which looked messy, but Inara quickly dodged first. "Would you like me to make coffee?" Inara asked, trying to distract him.
Raka smiled faintly. "That's okay," said Raka briefly, nodding slowly, he walked towards the barstool that was available in the corner there.
Inara was stunned for a moment, why didn't Raka go back to his room, but instead sat in the pantry with him. Honestly, he found it strange if he continued to be watched while working.
"Mr. Raka can go back to the room, sir. In five minutes I will deliver this coffee to your room." Inara deftly made a cup of coffee for Raka.
"It doesn't matter, today I don't have too much work," Raka replied casually while playing with the flat object in his hand.
Inara sighed in annoyance "But, what if guests are looking for it, Father? And it turns out that Mr Raka is not in the room?"
"There is Bella who will take care of it," replied Raka while continuing to focus on his cellphone screen.
"What if ...?" Instantly Inara stopped his chatter when accidentally the two's eyes met each other. Inara hurriedly lowered her head when Raka's deadly gaze focused on her eyes.
Suddenly, Raka's cell phone rang, so Raka's gaze shifted to the flat object in his hand.
"Yeah, Zayn. What's wrong?" asked Raka in a cold tone.
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Inara's heart jolted when her senses of hearing caught the sentence of Zayn's name, just hearing his name Inara's blood immediately rippled, let alone being able to meet this dashing man. Inara's heart jumped with joy remembering that it had been almost ten years that Inara had not met the man she loved. Considering that Zayn has to continue his studies abroad, all thanks to the help of the Dhananjaya family.
But whether Inara is stupid or stupid, Zayn has rejected it but the girl continues to chase Zayn.
Zayn is a mature man who is Aksa's best friend, Inara's older brother. Ever since Inara was still in elementary school, she has been busy seeking the attention of Zayn, an icy cold-hearted man. The man hardly ever smiled or spoke, he only spoke one, two words that the man thought were important.
Unlike other girls in general who like to play with their favorite barbie doll or are busy with schoolwork that piles up every day. Inara is busy learning what Zayn likes and dislikes, to please the man if one day he gets married to Zayn when he grows up.
"Sir, I've got the land you asked for," Zayn replied from across the phone.
"Good job, Zayn. Come here I'm in the pantry," replied Raka, glancing at Inara, then he ended the call unilaterally. He tilted his head, looking at Inara wondering why the girl made two cups of coffee when she was alone. "Why are there two cups of coffee? I only asked for one?" asked Raka who was curious.
"Earlier I heard you ordered people to come here, so I took the initiative to make coffee for these people," replied Inara while giving a cup of coffee for Raka and a cup of coffee for Zayn later.
Raka narrowed his eyes at Inara sharply. "So you eavesdropped on my conversation?"
"N-no, why do I have to eavesdrop on your conversation. Mr Raka himself speaks very loudly because my sense of hearing is very good so I can hear it very well."
Raka snorted harshly. "So you're saying I'm to blame for this?"
"What!" Inara scratched the nape of the neck even though it didn't itch.
Suddenly, the door swung open, suddenly Inara and Raka turned together towards the open door. The figure of a tall man with a sturdy body with a straight look ahead wears a pair of sunglasses, he wears formal clothes complete with a tie that is wrapped around his long neck so that he looks dashing and dignified. With slow but sure steps, the man carried an attraction like a magnet that made Inara always drawn closer to Zayn even though the man had often broken Inara's heart.
Inara didn't move, she gasped until her mouth opened wide when she looked at Zayn. Now Zayn looks more manly and handsome not much different from ten years ago, Inara's heart is pounding. Is it possible that Zayn will recognize him? A runny girl who every day expresses love to the man.
Raka grunted harshly when he looked at Inara dumbfounded like a stupid woman, his chest felt hot like there were burning embers in there. He saw a sandwich on a plate that was lying on the table, and whoever it belonged to, Raka didn't care at all about it. Without thinking, Raka quickly put the sandwich into Inara's wide-open mouth.
"You have to eat a lot, look at your body looking thin." Raka smiled at Inara without guilt.
Inara looked at Raka with an annoyed look, he was forced to chew the sandwich that was already in his mouth.
Zayn glanced at Inara for a moment, then he refocused walking towards Raka while taking off the glasses he was wearing. "Good afternoon, sir." Zayn bowed slightly.
Raka turned to Zayn. "Hey, sit down," said Raka.
"Thank you very much, sir."
"Drink it, this girl's coffee is really good. You'll like it."
However, Raka's eyes fell on Zayn's coffee cup. "Wait, I want your coffee. It looks better."
"Sure, sir." Zayn didn't mind at all.
Inara stomped her foot in annoyance while pouting her lips. "No," said Inara quickly.
Suddenly the two men turned to Inara at the same time in surprise.
Raka narrowed his eyes deeply. "Why?"