Different Attitude

Dita, Dew, Iqbal, and Karim break by eating sandwiches. They chatted like school friends. After eating, they went back to work.

They are surprised by the presence of great people. There is a hook and loop. Dew wants to scream but this is not the right time. He was confused when they approached him.

"We want to eat Dita's food."Gilang immediately said the reason for their arrival.

She looked at Karim. Karim is in control of the kitchen. Karim nodded in agreement. Dita took out a notebook. Ready to listen to Haikal and Gilang orders.

"We will accept any food and drink as long as Dita cooks it."Gilang's answer made all the servants confused. Especially Dita herself.

Karim nodded his head there. "You are free to cook anything for them. Now you go straight to the kitchen."

Dita nodded a little. She ran to the kitchen in confusion. Dita was silent in the kitchen. He thought of food that was good for the stomach and stomach.

Dita sighed a few times. Dita shook her head quickly. "Don't be silent like this. Let's think, Dita. They're outside waiting for you."

Dita began to struggle in the kitchen. The goal is a meat steak with fries and vegetables. Fortunately, there was still some meat left over that he had bought when he was told by Jay.

Dita serves two plates of meat steaks. Iqbal gives a handkerchief at the sight of sweat on the forehead and neck.

"This is for Dita."Dita accepted it and did not forget to say thank you.

Karim raised both thumbs. Dita smiled happily. The birds and the bees ate quietly. Dita was relieved to see him.

"You can go back to work. Dita, sorry to Bother You."Dita shook her head quickly.

"Nothing. I am happy and proud of myself to be able to cook food for great people like you."Don't give up on yourself. Re-record new customer orders come.

Dita and the other servants finally went home. There's always a lot of people every day. Dita came home with her beloved motorcycle.

Dita rides the motorcycle calmly. Dita widened her eyes as Jay stood in front of her motorcycle. Dita immediately brakes suddenly. Fortunately Dita did not fall off the motorcycle.

I saw Lucy holding Jay's hand. Dita is still sitting on a motorcycle. Heard a little talk between Jay and Luthfi.

"Come On, Mr. Jay. We're going home. Mr. Jay Don't get drunk like this," Lutfi softly carried Jay's body into the car.

"All right. You're being ignored, Dita. Let's just go back home."Dita drove a motorcycle towards the House.

Dita took the time to buy food. He hasn't had dinner yet. Dita finally got home. I saw Jay's car. That means Jay has returned home safely thanks to Luthfi. 

Dita screamed as she entered the House. Jay Lay on the floor. "Is Luthfi that bad? Leave the boss alone on the floor."

Dita couldn't help but drag Jay's body closer to the sofa. Dita sat down with irregular breathing. She turned her head to look at Jay.

"That's too much trouble," sneered Dita.

Dita sits on the couch. His eyes did not stop staring at Jay. "If he had been nice to me, I would have been nice too."

Dita took the blanket and wrapped it around Jay. He couldn't bring Jay to the bed or the couch. Dita leaves Jay on the floor. He decided to take a shower and rest in the room.

Dita was surprised when Jay stood in front of her. Dita glanced at the floor near the sofa. There is no Jay. That means the Jay in front of him is the real Jay.

Dita walks past Jay who is still drunk with red cheeks. Dita swallows her saliva as Jay manages to hold her hand.

The next moment Jay brought Dita into his arms. Jay manages to make Dita nervous with a faster beating heart.

"Sorry, Dita. I'm sorry. All this time I was bad as a husband."Dita was moved by Jay's gentle confession.

She turned to Jay's shoulder. "I know our relationship has been strained. I want to talk about this seriously. The problem is you're drunk. We can't talk about this when you're drunk."

She carried Jay's body into the room. Slowly, she turned her attention to Jay's body. Dita sat on the edge of the bed. Look at Jay's tired face.

Jay had trouble opening the tie. Dita with good intentions helps to untie the tie on Jay's shirt. Dita turns on the air conditioner to see Jay who is hot from being drunk.

"Why are you drunk, Jay?"ask Dita even if she doesn't get an answer.

Dita got out of bed. "I'll just sleep on the couch."Dita came out of the room without any disturbance.

Dita sits pensive in the living room. "I want to give up our marriage but you always come to give me a reason to keep this marriage," Dita softly with a sad look looking at their wedding photos.

Dita is getting ready for bed. A hand coiled around his neck from behind. Dita froze in place. Your head rests on his shoulder.

"Why are you leaving?"asked Jay with his eyes closed.

Dita did not answer. He was silent. She let go of Jay's hand. Jay sat on the couch. More precisely next to Dita.

"I saw that you were both naked and naked."Jay's head rests on Dita's shoulder.

Dita glanced at a glance. "He did."Dita answered with one word.

"I seem to drink a lot. This is all because the donors invited me to drink."Jay started talking. Dita just silently listened.

"Jay," she interrupted.

Jay nodded. Their faces are very close. She could feel Jay's breath on her cheek. Dita did not dare to look up.

"Should we end this marriage?"I asked with a sad look.

Jay nodded quickly. "Don't think like that. I don't want to end our marriage."

Dita wanted to laugh. "If you weren't drunk you'd agree. I'm not wrong to ask serious questions when you're drunk."Dita got off the couch.

"I want to sleep. Have a good rest."Dita went into the room. Leaving Jay asleep on the couch.

Dita returned to her days in the cafeteria. Say hello to your fellow servants and start cleaning. She forgot about last night. Jay wouldn't remember it anyway.

He laughed at the joke between the boy and Izzy. Karim is busy with the kitchen. Their laughter stopped when Jay came to the cafeteria.

The atmosphere of the cafeteria became tense. Jay approached. Dita immediately lowered her head. He didn't dare look at Jay.

"I want you to come with me. I have something to talk about," Jay said as he pulled Dita's hand.

Dew and Iqbal were confused but did not dare to help Dita. Jay takes Dita behind the company building.

"Let It Go, Jay. It hurts. You're holding on too tight, " please Dita.

Jay immediately released his grip. "I remember very clearly our financing last night."

Dita was surprised to hear. Dita took a few steps back. "I don't think you remember. Considering you were drunk at the time."

Jay nodded his head there. "You want to end our marriage?"Jay laughed.

"I can't, Dita. You're tied to me. There is no end to our marriage."Jay threw his hat in the ring.

Dita refused to cry. Jay's attitude is very different when drunk. "I wish you were drunk. Your attitude is sweeter when drunk than when fully conscious."

She left Jay. Dita wiped away her tears so that her co-workers would not know that she was crying. She calmed down before entering the cafeteria.

Dita opened the door. "Sorry for waiting so long. Is there anything you want to order?"Dita again became a bright and cheerful cafe waitress welcoming customers.