The Desire of His Revenge

"I want to be served by her," A handsome-looking man with his eyes closed with dark glasses was talking to a restaurant waitress. His chin was advanced pointing one way.

The man was still sitting where he was, hands folded across his chest while his eyes never left looking at a waiter who was taking orders at the end of the table.

"Just a moment, sir."

"Hmmmm." That's all that came out of his mouth. Delia stepped to catch up with Lilian who also just finished taking orders from customers at table 15.

Delia approached Lilian who had just left the table at the very end. They walked over to the catering table and placed the order paper from the customer's table on a small board and stuck it with nails that had been specifically made for order paper.

"At table number 3, ask you to take the order," Delia whispered to Lilian.

"You were at that table earlier, Del."

"But he doesn't want to order first, he's waiting for you."

Lilian's brow wrinkled, surprised by the customer's request, not usually like this.

"Just be there, remember the buyer is the king."

"I'm not surprised, customers don't usually choose."

"Your crush maybe."

"It's no longer possible. I'll go there first."

Delia nodded letting Lilian go to table number 3.

Her feet were set towards table number 3, her chest was pounding a bit ass he saw the figure of a young man wearing black glasses sitting straight focused on the cellphone in her hand.

"Good afternoon, sir, have you made your order? Please, sir, can you see the menu here."

Lilian handed the man a menu book politely.

Edison , who had been stealing glances at Lilian through his sunglasses, smiled sincerely. This is what it looks like.

Many plans had been arranged in his head when he first saw the figure of the girl he had been looking for and investigating.

His heart wanted to get angry when he remembered what happened 6 months ago, he couldn't let it go. All must be reciprocated.

"Sir, please." flinched at the voice of the girl in front of him made Edison 's right hand nudge a glass filled with water in front of him. The glass fell on the floor.

PRANG!!!!

Lilian gasped.

He was nervous and shaking.

"Sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you, let me clean it up."

Edison just stiffly stared at Lilian's departure, his hand took some tissue paper on the table, he bent down slightly to clean the splash of water that hit the bottom of his pants. Lilian was already standing next to the broken glass on the floor carrying a broom and a trash can. Edison just kept silent watching the girl's hands deftly pick up all the broken glass on the floor one by one.

"Ouch," Lilian's bloody finger was hit by a shard of glass that she wanted to take.

"Are you okay?"

Edison voiced seeing Lilian grimacing in pain.

"Yes sir, I'm fine."

The man's hand reflexes reached for a tissue and he sat squatting beside Lilian, the girl's hand was held and then the bleeding finger was wiped with a tissue.

"Be careful."

"Yes sir, let me make it myself, thank you."

Lilian was nervous about receiving treatment from the new customer where she worked.

She quickly stood up, not wanting to attract the attention of the other customers.

Lilian brought a broom and a bowl filled with broken glass behind him. A few minutes later she was back at the table where the Edison was.

"I ordered two portions of scrambled salmon, yes, drink two ice lemon tea and one salad."

"Okay sir, in 5-10 minutes ready."

"Okay."

Eight minutes passed, Lilian came carrying a tray containing Edison orders.

"Sit and accompany me to eat." Lilian was shocked, she must have heard wrong.

"Please enjoy, sir."

"Did I say sit with me to eat."

Eh! who is he, just casually ordering people around?

"Sorry sir it's my break time."

"It's your lunch time, right?"

"I still have a lot of work behind before the break, sir."

Edison called Edo who happened to be passing by next to her. Edo stopped beside Lilian, his eyes looked as if asking, 'what's the problem?'. The Lilian has been pounding since earlier, plus Edo has arrived. ouch! true problem.

"Excuse me, can I see the supervisor here?"

"I myself sir, what's the problem?"

"Wow, what a coincidence. What time is your staff lunch?"

Edo frowned, strangely with the question from the charismatic man in front of him.

"This is Lilian break time, sir."

"That's right? It means it doesn't matter if I treat her to lunch now. She's my friend."

"You can talk about that with the person, Lilian Azalea, you can take a break now, excuse me, sir."

Lilian nodded and Edo said goodbye to Edison he headed to the kitchen where the staff was doing their own thing.

Friend?

Since when?

Lilian was still silent, her eyes were wild looking for an excuse that could be used to avoid. You don't know why this man is serious about asking him to eat together. The feeling was so bad.

"Don't think too much, I just want to make up for my guilt earlier, because of me your finger hurt."

"But sir, we don't know each other," Lilian was still standing hugging the tray on her chest.

"So let's get acquainted. I'm Edison ."

Edison stretched out his hand for the girl in front of him to shake. Lilian reluctant to accept the helping hand. But she saw several eyes already watching the two of them.

With a heavy heart, Lilian welcomed Edison 's hand, trembling slightly, even though the man's eyes were closed with black glasses but she could feel those eyes staring at her sharply.

"I am Lilian, Lilian Azalea."

Hands were pulled as soon as they introduced themselves. Edison smiled sweetly.

"Sit down, I'll treat you to lunch. We're friends now."

Lilian was just silent, not shaking or nodding but she sat down too finally.

"Your hand still hurts?"

"Not anymore, sir."

"I look old huh?"

"Ummmm, no sir."

" I like talking to my own children." A smile appeared on Edison 's lips, it felt funny in his own words.

"Let's eat."

Edison placed a plate of scrambled salmon and a glass filled with drinking water in front of Lilian.

"How long have you been working here?"

"Not bad, already want a year."

"Where are you originally from, or are you from LA. here?"

"from N.Y.."

Lilian ventured. Edison smiled a little, in his heart cheered joyfully.

Yes! hit the bait.

Stupid slut.

"I'm from here, but my Fancyther is of Arab blood, and my mother is of Italian blood."

No wonder it's not native here. Of course the words were only in Lilian's heart.

After eating, Lilian cleaned the table.

He thanked Edison .

The man smiled mysteriously.

Lilian is working again as usual. The meeting with Edison earlier had disturbed her mind, but she immediately pushed all thoughts of that man away. Maybe it's true that all of this was just to atone for her guilt.

While Edison walked triumphantly out of the restaurant.

"Yes, and keep an eye on that guy."

The mobile phone is turned off after giving an order to the interlocutor on the line.

The car door opened.

He sat in his place.

The steering wheel is turned.

A sarcastic smile spread across his lips.

"Just a moment." He mumbled slowly while looking in the rearview mirror.