My Husband Is My Secret Lover
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One week later, the atmosphere of the ship was getting busy to prepare for the arrival of Mr. Orlando, the First President of the company.

Each department must improve its performance until it must follow training every day as knowledge enrichment.

Alister walked up to my stand and gave me a new assignment.

"Ana, from now on you are charged as Room Service Stewardress also yes," said Alister with Indonesian. It is a duty to deliver food to the guest rooms according to their order on the Recessionist.

"Okay Chief, I have to serve on any Deck?" I asked to make sure on any floor I had to charge.

"Deck 6 and 7." Answer Alister briefly. It doesn't matter to me if it's only two floors.

"All right Chief. " I answered obediently.

"Okay, good Ana." Alister said while giving me a special mobile phone to support my duties.

Suddenly the special phone from Alister rang. Is this fast the order came, I said in my heart.

A call with a crew office number appeared on his screen. Immediately I picked up the call, afraid that there was something important from the office in charge of arranging the needs of the crew.

"Yes, Ana speaking. How may I assist you?" I took the call and asked what I could help.

"Beauty, new phone!" Said the man across there.

"Why Za? Don't songong. I'm busy." Reply lazily.

"So, people just want mastiin aja you already can greet on the phone what belom, so doang really." Answer Reza nosy.

"Can, that's doang." Answer's short.

"Eh I have indimie one carton. I put it in front of your cabin. Arrived yes An let you fat," Reza said before hanging up her phone before I even uttered an imaksih.

I smiled in response, and in my little heart I said that maybe Reza was a pain in many cases, but there were quite a few small things I learned from her.

Coupled with his attention to me though not so shown but I can feel it, like the attention of a brother to his sister.

Lunch time came, but as I was about to leave, a call from the Front Office came.

I raised it too.

"Halo Ana, please deliver a lunch order for stateroom number 7001 on behalf of Mr. Kennedy David. Thank you." Thank you." Said the receptionist.

"Well, as soon as it's processed, I'll take the list for the order." I answered while hanging up.

I went to the Front Desk or the receptionist to pick up the list. There is only one order there .

A lunch order with a menu. Salad, Lasagna, Spaghetti, fried rice with vanilla ice cream dessert.

But wait, the guest also ordered fried rice and vanilla ice cream. It's so funny it makes me hungry.

After that I went to Galley, as well as the kitchen. Galley is a term for the kitchen on board there are several Chefs with each level there.

An assistant Chef came up to me and gave me a pre-prepared order.

I took the food with, the size of the wobble is big enough to make me a little trouble carrying it. The light was heavy, the guest in the room had ordered so much food for his lunch.

There was a small mark on the top of the pan. The Penthouse Guest.

Gosh so this is the penthouse guest who ordered lunch. Without a second thought as fast as lightning I headed towards the seventh floor where the penthouse room was located.

I don't want the guest to file a complaint considering he's a VVIP guest here. Stateroom or penthouse room is a room for important guests only.

Even on the ship there are only two rooms of this type. Of course the rental price is not cheap considering the facilities in it.

Arrive on the seventh floor.

I walked down the Guests corridor looking for the stateroom. I looked again at the room number, it seemed like this room was at the very front end.

Room by room I passed by while I looked at the number. It was quite tiring as I had to walk down the corridor from back to front with a heavy Tray in my hand.

Finally, a baritone voice came from behind me. A voice that someone I haven't heard in person for a long time but has been in my dreams a lot lately.

He was standing right in front of me right now, the light of the fancy corridor light was shining on his white skin and his suit and shirt were unable to cover his chest.

I was surprised how this leech got on this ship.

Is he also a crew, but it feels impossible, is he a guest but why am I just seeing him now. Speculations filled my head.

God, what should I do, isn't it too late to run.

I was still staring in front of him at this moment and still could not believe what I saw.

How much my escape has been in vain, again I must be caught by him.

"Well, if you can't answer. Then I'll marry you right now" she said, drawing her face closer to mine.

Those eyes were still the same as the last time I saw them, there was grief there. Perhaps the highlight was sharp but the veins of sadness also radiated clearly there.

The mint-scented breath hitting my face gave a fresh sensation. And those red lips were also so tempting, I was so fascinated to see them.

The longer I looked at his face the more I remembered Mas Ikau. Why did I realize they were so similar. The difference Yoshi is the figure of an adult Mas Ikau.

It is like a long long longing unhealed. Oh, my God, what am I thinking about this.

"Hey, don't daydream about my future wife. If you miss it, you can hold me right now" he said, still holding his face closer to me.

After a few seconds of pecking, due to the shock I finally started to regain consciousness.

"You, how come you're here?" i said stammered.

"Of course to chase you. What else is it?" Answer's relaxed.

"Lying, you can't find me this easily." I answered with his gaze back.

"Will you run again or give up? Think it out." Yoshi said as he walked ahead of me leaving me still in disbelief with what happened.

I put the Tray with food for the penthouse guest on the table on the pantry deck 7.

I felt confused and needed a glass of water. After drinking the mineral water, I reorganized my mood and thoughts.

I sat on the pantry bench, trying to catch myself. Thousands of worries came over me. Yoshi found me and what to do next.

No, I still have a few more months before the repayment deadline. I still have enough time to avoid that marriage.

A phone call from the receptionist woke me up. Reminded me to immediately deliver the penthouse guest order.

Oh my God, I almost forgot. Soon I grabbed the tray and took it back to the owner.

Arrive me in front of the room numbered 7001, gold-plated ornaments filled the door of the room that read penthouse.

Very aesthetically, I immediately knocked on the door of the room.

Geck...

Geck...

Mats...

"Good afteron Mr. Kennedy." Sapaku from the outside by saying his name.

"Mr.Kennedy excuse me your lunch is ready right now." I said again, but there was no answer from inside.

I decided to call the receptionist again. And they asked me to just go inside to put that lunch on the table, considering that it was okay for the privacy sign to hang on the doorknob.

Privacy Sign is usually used to state if guests do not want to be disturbed so they attach the paper to the doorknob.

Using the master key, I entered the room. After asking permission many times without any reply from the guest. I put the Tray containing the lunch on the dining table.

"While practicing preparing food for your husband?" There was a sound coming from the balcony.