OH MY DUDA
About Pizza

After returning home from work, Alena decides to visit Catherine. He is at his best friend's house now and tells about the pizza he got from a mysterious figure.

"I'm sure if the pizza deliveryman was Mr. Haxel, Alena. Because you don't want to have lunch with him. Therefore, he was worried that you were sick. Then secretly send food," said Catherine.

Alena was silent for a while. "Is that not a coincidence? How did he know I liked mozarella pizza?"

"Mmc .. It's the same question from where he can get your picture to put it on his profile."

"You mean?"

"Alena, Mr. Haxel can steal your photos on social media accounts to profile when ordering the food. It could be, he saw your post about food. So he bought me a mozarella pizza after seeing the food post you've uploaded."

"Cath, I do post photos of food on social media. But it's in the story, not in the post."

"You sure?"

"Have you ever seen me post a pizza on the homepage?"

"Often, but maybe it's just in the story."

Alena felt astonished and started to remember the man's words. If he can easily find his home address, get his phone number, the name of his former lover, even his favorite food at once. Is the man looking for and digging up information about his life? But for what?

After an hour at Catherine's house, Alena said goodbye. He can stay overnight if he continues the conversation. Now he has arrived home.

"Alena, mama bought you your favorite mozarella pizza. Mama put it on the dinner table, you can eat now. Mumpung is still warm, will be cold hunted," said Ms. Alfi when her daughter came home.

Alena is happy today to get her favorite mozarella pizza. But he was still wondering who the person who had sent the pizza at the office was this afternoon. Is that really Haxel who did it?

"Hey .."

Alena jumped in shock as her mother patted her on the shoulder.

"What's wrong? Why daydream?" asked the middle-aged woman worried.

"You sure? You're all right, right? Is Glen bothering you again?"

"I'm okay, ma. Mama don't worry. Then I'll take the pizza first."

Alena covers away from in front of her mother. While Alfi's mistress was still standing there, she hoped that Alena would be fine. Then he also left there to return to his room.

Alena only ate two pieces, she was full because she had eaten five pieces in the office earlier. He picked up a cold drink in the refrigerator and decided to go back to the room.

His steps came to a halt when he met the home assistant.

"Bi, there's pizza on the dinner table. If aunt wants, take it. For others, spending is okay, too."

"Yes, miss. Thank you." Thank you."

"Together, bi."

Alena rushed up the stairs to get to her room. As usual, he dropped himself on the bed. Close both eyes and breathe a lot of oxygen.

"I think you should forget about Glen and there's no harm in being with Mr. Haxel. I know she's a widower, Alena. But look at Mr. Haxel, he's handsome and cool."

Alena reflexively opened her eyes when Catherine's words a few days ago flashed across her head. For some reason, the words often ring in his ears lately.

He nodded while holding both sides of his head.

"Why are you running around in my mind, Catherine. You've been influencing me."

Alena tried to dismiss the words of her best friend because honestly it was very disturbing.

Finally he decided to get up and go to the bathroom to clean the body that already feels sticky.

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