Wife Contract CEO
39

A different atmosphere was felt this afternoon. At the dinner table there was usually only me, father, mother and Ibras. Now more and more with the presence of Stella's mother, Samuel and also Mr. Urip.

I was amazed at Stella's mother, even though Mr. Urip was just her driver. But he really treated Mr. Urip like his own family.

We had lunch together with chicken side dishes and also chili fried made by mother added with fresh vegetables. Yummy, today's lunch really tasted really delicious.

After lunch, Stella's mother said goodbye to my family because she got an important phone call and had to come home soon. He asked Mr. Urip to deliver him.

The sharp tongue was also going home, but Stella's mother forced her to be single until Mr. Urip came back again.

Father and mother will also go to the house of our brothers to deliver the wedding invitation that was given by Mr. Urip to them. While Ibras chose to study in his room or play games I guess.

"Dad and mom go first. Son of Samuel do not hesitate yes, just think of it as your own home!" exclaimed my father before leaving on his antique motorbike with my mother.

I too was silent and chose to sit the farthest from Samuel's seat.

"Your name is really just Naira's daughter, right?" her question broke the silence in the living room of my house.

"Yes!" answer me briefly.

"Good, it will be very easy to pronounce it when Ijab qobul later!" continued again.

And the mood again became quiet. I looked at her who had been busy with her phone since. I looked towards the table. And I think I should make him a drink.

"May I ask you something?" ask her slowly.

But he paid no attention to me and what I said, it was very upset.

"Hey, I'm asking you!" I said it again and this time I spoke in a higher tone than before.

"What!" say it ketus.

"What should I call you?" ask me.

All this time I just called him master and hey, but if in front of my parents or his parents I don't know what to call him.

Samuel was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking.

"Look, if we're together or in front of Rikan you can call me Master, and if in front of my parents or your parents, then you just call me mas!" clearly her.

"Pff!" I wanted to laugh but I held back so I wouldn't do it. Or he'll get angry and my debt will increase.

But hearing what he said just now it really made me ticklish and wanted to laugh.

'What did he say, Samuel, Sam..!' my mind tries to practice it.

Fortunately he was still busy with his phone so, he did not pay attention to my expression.

"Try practicing now!" his words suddenly made me gasp.

'Ih already ngagetin, by the way do not use anyway!' my mind is upset.

"M.mas..!

"Not that one, just call master. It'll be better to hear in my ears!" as usual.

'What did he say?' ask me pissed.

"Master!" say me with a lazy tone. I even rolled my eyeballs off guard when I said that word.

He was seen glancing at a glance and I immediately behaved naturally.

"Repeat!" his orders while putting his phone in his suit pocket and staring at me sharply.

'Huh, not only is his tongue sharp, his gaze is also no less sharp, then what else is sharp?' my question is in my heart.

"Master!" say me again. This time I made it a little bit softer.

"Lumayan!" sahut.

"What do you want to drink?" ask her politely. Actually pretend to be polite. Because I'm so upset with him.

"Coffee, hurry up. I'm starting to get thirsty!" he said and I immediately stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen I thought about replacing the sugar I would put in a cup of coffee, with salt. But after I thought again, I couldn't do that. Because if he gets angry, what will he do? of course, nothing but increasing the amount of my debt that I could not possibly pay even though I worked five years in the bookstore.

I came out of the kitchen with a cup of hot coffee in my hand. Upon arriving in the living room, I placed the cup and the saucer on the table before Samuel.

"Wear boiling water?" ask her.

I nodded quickly.

"Yes, don't you see that smoke billowing!" answer me.

"Then how can I drink it?" ask him.

I'm getting confused.

"But sir, if coffee should be brewed with boiling water, if only with warm water your stomach can be bloated!" obviously me. I know that from my mother.

"Who told you to use warm water?" ask her again.

I'm getting confused, so what should I do? he was like he was deliberately looking for a commotion with me or what the hell? i'm rattled.

"I don't want to know, less than a minute. This coffee should be able to drink!" yells.

I gasped, how is this. What am I supposed to do? did I blow it? no, it would make her angry, if I blew it it meant I gave air out of my mouth, she loved cleanliness so much, it would really be fatal if I did.

"Did I just give you ice cubes?" I asked him for doubt but that was all I thought of in my head.

"Have you never been to school, a glass can break if it is given hot water and then given ice, what about the human stomach!" exclaiming her.

And the look on his face was getting irritated, but what he said was true, the glass alone could break what about the human hull. I got out of my chair and went into my room.

An idea I don't know is a brilliant idea or not. But I'll try to know the results. I picked up a fan that I used to fan my body when the lights were off, I mean power outages.

"Tara, with this can't you?" ask me while fanning the hot coffee on the table.

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