I, who was sitting while enjoying my dish, was also daydreaming. Indeed, my days are often filled with daydreams now. Daydreams of many things running through my head.
I didn't realize that Mas Royan had come down and was beside me, still standing.
"Great honey, you've been hanging out here this early and are you tidy? I haven't showered yet?" His rebuke broke my daydream.
"Just take a shower, I want to leave early, today is the last day to work here. I have a lot of work to do." My reply
"I just got down. Cook was told to go up again? I also want to have coffee and have a light meal with you." He said, sitting directly in front of me.
I don't want to get carried away with what he says. I'm also still lazy to discuss the future with him, I purposely called my mother in front of him.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Mom. How are you? I'll be home this afternoon, I'm done in Malang, Mom, I miss you." I said
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