A Sulawesi Romance

Chapter 12

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Third Person POV

Berkah paced frantically by the entrance of the villa. He had parked the company SUV right in front of the steps leading up to the lobby of the villa. Where in bloody hell was Gun. He needed Gun to help him unload all their purchases from the SUV. The chef and other kitchen staff and especially the housekeeping department were waiting for the materials that needed to be replenished and Gun should never have left the SUV just to help out that spoiled brat son of the owner of the villa.

In desperation he tapped on Gun's contact number.

"Where the hell are you?" Berkah barked at Gun as soon as Gun swiped his screen.

"I'm on my way back now," Gun assured Berkah, feeling very nervous, not wanting to get in trouble with Berkah.

"How are you going to get here?" Berkah asked.

"Oh shit," Berkah heard Gun say under his breath. "I was going to drive myself back in Mark's car but I left him inside the restaurant. Wait for me. I'll be there soon. Just wait for me, please."

Gun hurried back from the curbside towards the restaurant just in time to see Mark limping out the door.

"Why did you leave me?" Mark asked reproachfully.

"I'm sorry," Gun said, looking very contrite. "I got a call from Berkah and I panicked because I had forgotten to let him know that I was going to have lunch with you before going back to the villa."

"You should never panic when you are with me," Mark said. "Let me know if Berkah gives you a hard time for being late in joining him back at the villa."

Somehow those reassuring words from Mark dissolved Gun's anxiety into nothing.

"I know that it is a straight road back to the villa from here, but still, I need you to guide me just in case for some reason I make any wrong turns or something," Gun said to Mark as he started to make his way out of the parking lot and merging with the other cars into the main road.

"Are you sure it's only my guidance that you need?" Mark asked, winking at Gun.

Gun ignored Mark's flirtatious comment and concentrated on the traffic around him.

Soon the villa was in sight, and from afar, Mark and Gun could already see Berkah standing on the curbside, looking into the distance with an angry expression, both hands on either side of his hips.

Mark took a glance at Gun and noticed that Gun's face had put on an anxious look.

Mark placed his hand on Gun's lap to reassure him that everything was going to be alright, but his hand had accidentally landed between Gun's thighs, making Gun step hard on the brakes.

"I'm sorry!" Mark exclaimed. "I'm really sorry! It was an accident! I swear to god! Please believe me, Gun, it was an accident! I only meant to reassure you that everything was going to be alright and not to worry even if Berkah looks upset. I will take care of him, don't worry."

Gun shook his head in frustration as he drove the car closer to where the SUV was parked. He stopped the car right behind the SUV. He handed the car key to Mark before stepping out of the car.

"Berkah... " Gun began, but Berkah interrupted him.

"No time for excuses," Berkah said angrily. "Just help me unload the boxes and carry them to the Supply Room."

"Okay," Gun said obediently and pulled two large boxes from the back of the SUV, placing one on top of the other and started to carry them up the stairs leading to the lobby.

Berkah was about to follow suit, three big boxes piled high in his arms, when Mark grabbed him, making him almost drop the box on the top of the pile.

"Hey," Mark said, "it was my fault that Gun was late in joining you back here. I had asked him to accompany me to have lunch."

"Whatever," Berkah muttered, turning his back on Mark.

"Don't harass him for something that's not his fault," Mark said, following close behind Berkah.

"Whatever," Berkah said again as he stepped into the lobby and made his way to the Supply Room.

"There are some more items in the back of the SUV," Berkah said to Gun as he met Gun who was now stepping out of the Supply Room. "The car key is in my pocket."

Gun placed his hand into Berkah's pants pocket to dig out the car key. Suddenly all the three boxes in Berkah's arms came tumbling to the floor.

"I'm so sorry!" Gun said with wide eyes when he realized that he had dug too deep into the pants pocket of Berkah.

Gun scrambled to help Berkah pick up the boxes from the floor and placed them back into Berkah's arms.

Berkah's face got all red but he didn't look upset.

Berkah bent to whisper in Gun's ears, "I guess you know just how to wiggle yourself out of a reprimand."

Berkah turned to enter the Supply Room just as Mark came into sight, limping towards Gun.

"What just happened?" Mark asked Gun. "Did Berkah give you a scolding?"

"No, he didn't," Gun replied.

"Why is your face all red then?" Mark asked. "And come to think of it, so does Berkah's."

For some reason, Gun was afraid to answer Mark's question.