Wife Contract CEO
40

After fanning the coffee inside the cup for a while, I began to see that there was no more smoke billowing from it. But I'm not sure if it's hot anymore, I'm holding the cup slowly checking the temperature from the outside.

"What are you doing?" ask Samuel.

I didn't know he was watching what I was doing.

"Check the temperature, like you can already drink!" answer me and slide the cup and the coaster closer to Samuel.

He did not reach for his cup, prayer instead looked towards the watch on his left wrist.

"It's been over a minute, I don't want to drink any more coffee, just make me syrup with cold water!" yells while origin.

I fell silent, staring at his sinless-looking face. But I have to be patient with her, she no longer wants to drink this coffee right, well I'll have a drink later.

I stood up quickly and went back to the kitchen. I made her syrup, because in the kitchen there was only melon syrup, I made her melon syrup with cold water as she wished.

"Huh, if you don't want to drink why should I bother peeling the coffee earlier. He was so upsetting. I wonder why Rikas is so resistant to him, hais!" I complained in the kitchen.

Because I dare not complain in front of him, can increase my debt balance again later. I brought another glass of drink to the living room, and I put it in front of Samuel.

"It's syrup with cold water, please!" I try to look and sound polite.

He who was again busy with his phone immediately turned a glance.

"Why is it green?" samuel asked and refocused on his phone.

'What he said, the time' like that should be asked anyway, yes because it's syrup not water, or milk!' my mind is not out of thought.

"It's melon syrup sir!" my answer was concisely dense and I think it's been very clear.

He looks like he's breathing, though,

"Remember this yes, I don't like green and don't like melons, I don't like melons!" inexplicably.

I'm still watching, I guess he'll say something again.

"Wait for what else? replace it with another syrup!" ask her with a high voice.

I could only click my tongue slowly.

"But master there is only that in the kitchen, he said the thirsty master. If you have to buy it at the stall, you can be even thirsty later!" obviously I reasoned.

"Don't want to know, if you have to buy first then do it quickly!" yells.

I had to stroke my chest.

'Patience Nai patiently, huh!' my mind while walking out.

I walked towards Bu Bambang's shop, not because the mother's name was Bambang. But because her husband was named Bambang, so she was called Bu Bambang. When I walked to the stall, Ma Saodah called me because I passed her house.

"Nai, Naira!" call Ms. Saodah who came out of her house and approached me.

"Yes Mom!" answer me politely.

"Nai, are you seriously getting married?" ask her curious.

I nodded my head slowly.

"I.iya Ma!" answer me carefully.

"Are the same tall, white handsome guy as that artist Nai?" ask her again but I see the expression on Ms. Saodah's face is a little underestimating or something like that.

"Yes Mom!" answer me again briefly.

"Where is Nai, where is his marriage?" ask Ma Saodah.

"Em, it's actually just the family that Ma invited, after all the place is quite far, an hour more than here. In the Silver Palace!" answer me to Ma Saodah.

I nodded his head sure. Because I'm sure his name is.

"That big, magnificent building?" ask again and I nodded my head.

"What is usually the wedding venue of the famous artist?" ask her again. But this time I just kept quiet, I didn't know about it.

"Well, Nai! you marry a rich man! know where Nai is?" ask her again curious.

I'm sure Ms. Saodah's questions won't stop here, and like this I won't be able to buy syrup at Bu Bambang's stall. And if it is like that, then the sharp tongue will be angry with me.

"Meet at the chicken booth of a beautiful place of work, Ma'am Saodah sorry. But I'm going to the shop first. Excuse me!" I quickly answered and quickly stepped away from Miss Saodah who still seemed to be asking me questions.

I'm not disrespectful, I've apologized and said goodbye to him. Because what I want to do is so important. With quick steps I walked towards the Bu Bambang stall. I bought some orange-flavored syrup and immediately went home.

As soon as I went inside, I saw Samuel's face look upset.

"So sir, I'll make you a drink!" I said as I ran towards the kitchen.

I quickly made a drink for Samuel and placed it on the table in front of Samuel.

"Please sir!" I said kindly.

"Do you see, the coffee cup is empty?" ask her and I immediately look towards the coffee cup which is only a little content.

I swallowed my saliva with great difficulty again, just as I made a mistake again. I saw Samuel's face was really unpleasant in sight despite his handsome face.

"Sorry sir!" say me slowly. I really don't want him to add to my debt balance because he's angry.

He looks silent and refocused with his phone, the atmosphere is getting awkward. But it's also good that he doesn't discuss debt issues.

"Sir, Ibras is going to go out first!" ibras' voice made me gasp.

"Where are you going?" ask me.

"You buy a pulse, brother Samuel Ibras go first!" Ibras said to Samuel and Samuel nodded slowly.

"Assynnya!" Ibras sebum exited the house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" I replied.

"How old is he?" ask Samuel.

I immediately looked towards him.

"Seventeen years old sir!" answer me briefly.

After that question the mood returned again in silence. But suddenly my phone rang, I put it in a bag near the shelf in the guest house. Samuel is seen searching for the source of the sound.

"Sorry sir, just a minute!" I said be polite to him.

I walked grabbing the phone from inside the bag, I knew for sure it was from Riksa. Because the only ones who know my number are Riksa and this sharp tongue.

"Hello!" said I answered a phone call.

"Give me!" exclaim Samuel.

I haven't heard Riksa's voice from the other end. Samuel asked for my phone to be given to him.

'This guy wants what the hell?' my mind is upset.

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