I'M A Billionaire
CHAPTER 11 - Rayana

This morning the restaurant was very busy, the supervisor gave instructions to several waiters, including Aksa. Ten people were invited to guard and serve lunch of health seminar participants in the building owned by the health ministry.

‘Aksa, Rudi, Dani you guys served on the main course. Remember not to be too fast which is important to be careful, lest Mr. Minister be disappointed with our restaurant. One more hour depart.’

Aksa, Rudi, Dani side by side, only Dani's attitude shows indifference, while Rudi as usual embraces even offers coffee while sitting casually in the back, precisely the employee rest area.

“Why Rud, so limp?” asked Aksa, not usually Rudi's face pale as fear of something.

 “Masa? Misjudged you. I'm healthy, not limp.” Sahut Rudi, it is very obvious to cover something. Diverting both eyeballs in the other direction, dodging from Aksa.

“Ok. If you need a friend to confide, can share with me, just calm your secret Rud safe.” Imbuh Aksa, sipping instant black coffee that has been friendly with him since four years ago.

Previously Aksa could never enjoy any kind of coffee in the form of sachets, but circumstances forced his body to adjust.

“Not this time Aksa.” Rudi's mind was not calm.

An hour of preparation, all food was transported in a special box car, while three waiters were in the building from morning.

This is the third time Aksa and his colleagues are assigned outside and this one week is indeed crowded with catering requests, delivery orders are booming.

Before entering the area of the building, Aksa saw many merchants, his eyes being turned on one of the white-haired men carrying dozens of red and white rose stalks in a bucket.

He reached into the pocket of his pants, and found fifty thousand bills, Aksa's intention after work would buy flowers for his wife.

‘Capit down, make preparations. Can't be careless, remember that.’

Seven waiters got out of the car, tidying up the dishes on the long tables available. The atmosphere of silence and coldness of the room was so thick, a sign of material began to be conveyed.

Suddenly Aksa heard something that made her heart warm.

“Ajeng?” he muttered, seeing the figure of his beloved wife walking with several people entering the room. Aksa did not think Ajeng was in this building, it meant that he could let go of longing even if just staring from a distance. Because from last night the woman was reluctant to greet and serve her husband.

Not saying anything about the seminar, Ajeng just saying goodbye as usual, as well as Aksa did not discuss about his duties today. Who cares anyway? In the eyes of some there is no privilege of the work of Aksa.

Aksa recalled the florist right in front of the building, asking for five minutes' permission to buy a red rose. He kept the sign of love and affection under the table with some other equipment. He will wait until lunch time.

“Buy what you Aksa?” asked Rudi curiously, what was his partner hiding down there.

“For wife, regular Rud. Let's feel like a newlywed.” Gurau Aksa, smiled widely while pointing at a flower.

“Wah ... Ajeng is here Aksa? Can have lunch together. Pepet continues, if necessary add more surprises.” Reply Rudi, a little envious of his partner. Having a career woman's wife, beautiful is a dream of a Rudi, but he is paired with a schoolmate, a woman who can only ask for money.

Aksa felt there was a slight difference, what came out of Rudi's lips did not match the look of his face. It was so clear something was being held within so as not to overflow.

All employees are not rested, busy with their respective work. Including Aksa, he twice went in and out of the building helping other colleagues bring a variety of dishes.

Time ran fast, the door of the main hall opened, the seminar participants started to come out one by one. Visit the consumption table, some take a drink or go to the main dish. Aksa looking for the existence of Ajeng, unfortunately up to fifteen minutes never seen the figure who awaited.

Aksa's mind was no longer hopeful, perhaps his wife was enjoying a light snack at another table.

“Eh her husband Ajeng.” Whispers of nurses at the door. Glancing full of insinuations, demeaning Aksa who was only dressed by a servant.

‘Ajeng no your husband, let's go out.’

‘Luckily my husband is not a waitress’

Aksa also knows the difficulty Ajeng saving to buy watches and shoes of famous brands, six months has not been done.

‘Ajeng .. your husband.’

Laughter of some fellow nurses, away from Ajeng who walked closer, the woman was hungry and wanted to eat, but passed the main dish table. Because the shame of having a husband like Aksa, to be honest he went awry, his heart and mind raged. His feelings are not willing, but Ajeng's brain prioritizes prestige in front of his friends.

Ajeng is often hot because he cannot have what others are proud of. Her co-worker husband has a profession and salary above the wives, while she? Inverted. Aksa also often cannot afford the basic needs of the family.

But the pain in the stomach, making Ajeng urung, do not want to later end up in pain. The woman went back to the main course, queuing up at the back.

What's wrong Aksa? He is not unemployed even his entire salary is used by his mother-in-law and wife.

After finishing queuing, Ajeng did not need to bother choosing food, Aksa first prepared for his wife. Know what you like and don't like, both hands Aksa holding a plate and a rose .

Ajeng grabbed the plate without taking the flower symbol of affection, until it fell on the floor, accidentally stepped on by fellow participants.

“Do not waste your money Aksa.” Lirih Ajeng, turned the body looking for an empty chair and sat alone.

A beautiful woman had just walked out of the hall, haughtily approaching Aksa who was tidying up the cutlery.

She, Rayana purposely walked hastily, her goal was indeed sister-in-law. Crashing Aksa's body until the plate in her hand broke, a large bowl of hot soup moved forward and spilled, flushing Rayana's expensive bag.

“Argh Aksa you intentionally right?” rayana screeches to wag the span skirt that is exposed to splashes of soup. He thinks he can hurt Aksa, but his expensive bag is the victim of a devious plan.

“You will not be able to replace it. I bought it in Singapore. Your five-year salary can't buy it either. Sister-in-law doesn't know herself.” Rayana Berang, let alone the skin of his favorite bag shriveled.

“It's your fault Rayana, why am I changing? Can't” Reject Aksa very firmly and sharpen his gray eyeball.

Until whenever Aksa does not want to spend a penny for Rayana.

“You padlocks don't know yourself.” Hiss Rayana, holding a cutlery about to float about Aksa.

“Kak?” yelled Ajeng from the dining table, then ran quickly separating Aksa and her brother.

“I'll change big brother's bag, don't be afraid. I'm sending the money to sister's account right now.” Ajeng gulped, extinct already desire to buy a branded watch. Deep down Ajeng could not afford to see her husband insulted and even appointed by Rayana.

“Sayang don't.” Aksa shook his head, holding his wife's hand so as not to reach for the phone in his pocket.

“Already Aksa, I also do not want to bear the shame because my husband is despised in front of my friends.” Lirih Ajeng, his voice held back crying.  

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