Alexavier Archie's

We Agree

Deb

The sound of the car door as Ibra closed it.

"put on your seatbelt" Ibra ordered coldly to see that Belen had not used his seatbelt.

"can you be a little gentle with a woman? telling me where we're going and not just pulling and pushing me into your car" protested Belen while wearing his seatbell.

Ibra did not answer just turn his head and drove his car away from the shopping area.

"we just got acquainted yesterday and you without my consent took me somewhere, aren't you Adam's brother? why is your nature so different" Belen again voiced not yet trima on Ibra's treatment of her.

"can you shut up I told you I'd explain it as soon as it got to her place. About me and Adam it's none of your business. And one more woman out there fighting to go with me, aren't you very lucky?" Ibra continued to pay attention to her steering wheel occasionally honking at the red light that began to be densely packed in lunch.

"if you're not Oma Riri's granddaughter, I'm following you" Belen murmured, looking up at the car window.

Otherside.

"What did brother do? why suddenly take him away" asked Adam confused to see his brother's car leaving the shopping area.

"Oma never knew your brother's way of thinking" replied Oma back into the cake shop to pick up the cake she had paid for earlier.

"ah I know he doesn't want to lose to me" Adam chuckled later.

"Sella, can Oma ask?" oma Riri said to the waiter at the Sun store.

"please Oma" Sella replied kindly while handing over the paperbag to Oma Riri.

"does Belen have a boyfriend? or someone close to him?" connect Oma Riri.

"know that Sella is not Oma, there's no family at all, not even here. But Oma there is one of the lenches that tried several times to approach Kak Belen, taking home for example but Belen's sister always refused him many times" explained Sella to Oma Riri.

"well Sella thank you, don't tell Belen if Oma asks" Oma Riri has brought her paperbag and stepped out of the store to Adam's car.

...

Half an hour journey accompanied by traffic jams here finally Ibra car stopped at a two-story caffe with many trees around it.

"down we have arrived" said Ibra who had released his seatbelt.

Belen followed Ibra instead of talking and got no answer from the man. Ibra invites Belen to enter a room dicaffe. The room was not very large but it seemed to be an office.

"sit down, I'll order you lunch" Ibra again did something without Belen's consent.

"actually where is this, and why are we eating in his office" asked Belen as Ibra entered his room again.

"this one of mine just opened a month ago, I need to come here" replied Ibra who was impressed and sat across Belen.

"can the master say in detail, not such a piece? you're the one who needs to and why you brought me here what it has to do with me" Belen was really upset this time, because he was suddenly invited to leave even he didn't bring his phone.

tok tok tok tok

"excuse me Mr. Ibra, here's your order" a waiter came in with a food trolley, there was a dessert, a heavy meal to cover and two glasses of juice as well as two bottles of water. It was on a table and the table there was full of dishes.

"eat first, and I will explain my purpose and purpose, let's just say this is our introduction" said Ibra who was still with a cold gaze, because she had never been in contact with women during her life.

"it's up to you" Belen started his lunch as well Ibra had no chatter at all just the clinking of a fork and spoon heard. 20 Minutes later there was only a small bowl of fruit salad and chocolate pudding with fla as dessert.

"well, I'm done, I'm going to enjoy this tempting fruit salad and pudding with this interesting platter while hearing your explanation" Belen put on his serious facial expression which is actually a grouchy look.

"I really like your cake, so does Divya, and some of my office friends. This dicaffe also provides some cakes and pudding but again according to their assessment your cake is superior. I want to invite you to cooperate, I want your cake to be included in my menu, the issue of royalty is easy" explained Ibra by leaning her body on the sofa.

"i didn't say that, only a few people thought so, not my personal opinion" Ibra dodged what the girl in front of her said.

"yes it's the same as my cake is superior to the cake that the chef cooks here isn't it?" Belen deliberately did so to offend Ibra.

"basic stubborn girl! whatever you say, I just need an answer to agree or not with my offer" Ibra raised her tone a little.

"haha good well there's no need to be angry, are you a very fierce boss in your office?" Belen chuckled at Ibra's angry expression.

"you or not!" Ibra was getting upset.

"let me think about it" replied Belen casually who now grabbed the pudding in front of him.

Ibra just let out a deep breath and rolled her eyeballs.

"emm right, they say they are better pudding made by me even though it does not look this attractive" said Belen stopped the movement of Ibra's lips that want to open.

"just messing! my time is tight!" ibra puts her body on the table.

"well I agree but there's one condition" Ibra now narrowed her eyes waiting for Belen to follow up.

"i want to keep the Sun on all my products, I'll make it straight and drive it here every day, royalty is up to you to give me how much" Belen continued with a serious look Ibra said.

Instead of answering Ibra was washed away in that gaze, missing a split second.

"hey! agree or not, sir?" belen's voice breaks Ibra's daydream.

"a what? yes well I agree but you only do this cooperation with me, if there are other caffe besides mine to sell your cake then the agreement is void and I withdraw royalties." obviously Ibra then rewinded her body to lean on the sofa again.

"well, we have a deal!" Belen stuck his hand on the table waiting for Ibra to shake it.

"what are you doing?" tanya Ibra fused her brows.

"my God you're a businessman don't you ever shake hands with your clients if your project is approved?" answer Belen while installing his annoyance.

Ibra finally shook Belen's hand and the girl smiled sweetly at him.

"my assistant will take care of his contract letter" Ibra said, releasing their hands.

"it's up to you, sir" Belen rested his body on the couch.

"can you stop calling me sir? oma has warned you many times" now Ibra protested with Belen's words.

"why? everyone also calls you that" Belen even put on a teasing look like a child.

"essential stubborn girl" murmured Ibra stood up from her sofa and stepped out of her room.

"where are you going!" the Belen he left.

"do you want to go back to your shop or not?" ibra said lightly while continuing his steps.

"hih stone man!" exclaimed Belen upset and followed Ibra's steps towards his car.

"why don't you ever ask me first!" complains Belen who succeeded in following Ibra's steps.

"talking to you is free, hurry in!" ibra's orders open the door for Belen.

"whatever your brother is!" Belen complied and got into Ibra's car.