Chapter 48: 048 ( Like A Star-Rated Restaurant )

But after all, wasn't imagery at least necessary? Shown harmony and togetherness between a husband and wife who just got married to all of his employees who will certainly talk about this even in hindsight. Wasn't that another purpose for Cleo to be brought here? To his office?

Once again, who was her husband? Harry Milles or Dirgatara?! Now, did Cleo even have to change the name on her marriage book?! Hah! Cleo herself had not even received the marriage book until now.

Didn't know whether the book actually exists or not. Cleo herself wasn't sure. Even before they had their wedding reception, Cleo and Dirga went to the civil registry together. But still! The real proof she hasn't received!

Wait a moment. Cleo went to the civil registry together with Dirga, Harry's secretary? Cleo recalled the incident.

Because the time was too short and too unreal, Cleo forgot about the incident. 'So actually the name written there is Harry or Dirga?' Cleo thought hard in her mind.

Until Dirga's voice broke her reverie.

"Mr. Harry is meeting with Mr. Bryan from the Lemus company. They planned to have lunch outside. And because of that, you don't have to wait for him. Let me accompany you to eat at the canteen," Dirga said, explaining his meaning and offering himself.

Cleo understood Dirga's true meaning. Of course it would look strange if Miss Cleo ate alone in the office canteen without anyone accompanying her. Moreover, this was the first day she came to the office.

Although not everyone knew her. But surely there were many people who knew her. So Cleo just followed what Dirga wanted.

She invited Dirga to go and eat together.

"Alright. Come on, let's eat. And don't pay attention to the iceberg," Cleo asked indifferently while being a little excited because she heard the word food from Dirga's mouth.

Dirga followed Cleo out.

Honestly hearing the word eat, Cleo's stomach was screaming rhythmically, asking her to be filled up. That was why, seeing by herself what menus Harry's office cafeteria has provided, it was clearly the most appropriate choice for her to do now. Because the worms in her stomach were dancing.

So that several explanations from Dirga along their way down, did not really become the center of Cleo's attention at that time. She was only being a good listener for what Dirga explained.

There really were only a few words that stuck in Cleo's brain.

It was as if the words just hitched past her like a bus and Cleo was the stop.

"The office canteen is in the northernmost part of the building. And its location, is on the very ground floor of this building. Besides of course, the basement area. In order to access the place, you have to get down the elevator to the first floor and turn a little left to get straight to the end. "

Dirga gave some clues for Cleo to remember. Cleo only nodded briefly.

"Because this is your first day at the office. And, I haven't had the chance to introduce the intricacies of the place you may need to know. After lunch hour ends, I will accompany you for a moment to explain some things and areas related to this building. According to your needs," Dirga explained while inviting Cleo to step out of the elevator and turn slightly to the left according to his direction.

"To the right is a lounge area for all employees. And in the back is the room for the receptionist and the cleaning staff. Then in front there, there is a special room to receive guests, meetings or even presentations for certain forums."

Dirga pointed one by one the room he meant. Cleo nodded lightly again.

"Only guests of a certain level usually use the room on this floor. And for guests of a more important level, we will usually use the room on the third floor on the right. "

Dirga continued to explain several things.

Didn't know whether the explanation was actually needed or not. Because they passed it, Dirga thought there was nothing wrong if he told all of that to his new mistress. This information may be needed someday.

***

Arriving at the canteen, Cleo immediately spread her eyes to all corners.

"So this is the canteen?" Cleo asked almost in disbelief.

Dirga nodded and said yes.

"Yes, Madame. This is our canteen which is specially designated for all existing employees and leaders," Dirga explained politely.

Cleo looked at the big room awkwardly.

And didnt really care about Dirga's fickle calls. Sometimes "Madame", sometimes "Miss". Whatever it was, as long as it was a term for a woman, Cleo will not mind it.

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She knew, Dirga would talk and call Cleo very formally when they were in public.

And if they were alone, or when together with Harry, Dirga would definitely emphasize more casual and polite words to just talk. And sometimes even calling her as 'Miss'.

A call for a woman who he respected, but who was still not married. Whatever, he wanted to call Cleo Madame or Miss.

The problem now was ...

Had there ever been an office building that had a canteen like a star-rated restaurant?!

Cleo looked at the beautiful tables that were beautifully available and had various forms. Some were round, some were oval, and some were rectangular to square.

Even though all of them were varied and seemed to overlap and were not uniform, all the tables were arranged neatly and beautifully in the midst of the large crowd who packed them.

If for now they weren't in the office. Cleo must have thought that Dirga had asked her out of the office to eat somewhere.

In addition, all meals were made in two types of serving. The first serving, in the form of a buffet. And the second one was in the form of 'order by'.

Everyone were free to choose the food menu they liked and wanted according to their respective moods.

And even though everyone had time to look at Cleo quite reluctantly and with a little respect because there were already some of them who recognized her. That did not necessarily diminish the enthusiasm of these food seekers to stop all their recharge food activities again.

So that to reduce the attention that might be troubling her, Cleo chose a seat in the farthest and most remote place in the canteen.

Dirga politely pulled out a chair for Cleo, and invited her to sit down. Without reducing the slightest bit of courtesy that had become the norm, a canteen chef even came out to greet his boss's mistress.

Cleo's eyes opened wide, when she saw the foreign chef greeted her.

"It is my honor to welcome you, Mrs. Cleo. Welcome to you. My name is Scortch, the head chef in this cafeteria. Without diminishing respect, may I be allowed to serve you well in the future," Scortch handed a book to Cleo.

"This is a menu list that we provide. After looking around, you can make your choice and let me know. I will provide whatever you ask for, " Chef Scortch asked who was very fluent in Indonesian.

Even though he was an Italian national chef. Who deliberately imported from abroad to spoil the tongues of all the people in this building. Without exception.

Cleo paused for a moment to digest the situation.

After she received the menu list given by Chef Scortch, Cleo glanced at Dirga a little. She frowned slightly worriedly. While covering half of her face with the menu book in hand, Cleo whispered softly to Dirga.

"What menu should I order?" Cleo asked, did not understanding.

"Why are there so many foreign languages ​​on the menu? Is this really a canteen from a big company? Why are you so providing all these facilities with 'waw'. Aren't you ... going to go bankrupt if you provide this to all the employees in the office?" Cleo asked helplessly and also worriedly.

Worry was not because she was worried about Harry's company finances. But worry because she felt it was not like all offices.

And most important thing, these menu choices were driving her crazy!

Wasn't there a translation? Usually if we were abroad, many menu books include detailed translations of their menu contents in the international language, namely English.

Was this time, there was no menu book translated into Indonesian? The national language of this country? Cleo who thought about this very annoyed.

Could it be that all residents in this building were told to use international language, when they were working or chatting ?! That, obviously, wasn't possible, right?

Seeing the great confusion radiated on Cleo's face. Dirga immediately cleared his throat and responded. He brought his face closer to Cleo and whispered softly to him.

"Miss, you don't need to worry. I will help you, " Dirga exclaimed soothingly.

Cleo then smiled.

She put down the menu list which made her dizzy. Then looked at the foreign Chef who had blue eyes as the sea calmly. Until she waited for Dirga to voice his choice.

***

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