CEO of Maksa Marah

Chapter 39. Drama dinner

In the room, Ervan is kneeling, apologizing and wanting Sarah back.

"I'm sorry, Sarah. Please, come back home with me.."

Sarah, who was sitting at the bedside, was still reluctant to reply. She cursed her weak heart, for it was too fast to melt just to see her husband begging in front of her.

"Sarah, come on, let's start over."

"Give me Ervan time, I need to think."

"How long? 1 hour? 2 hours?"

"One week!"

"What's? Why so long? One day. I'll give you one day."

"All right."

Sarah relented, but one day or a week, the answer would remain the same. Maybe their destiny is like this. Revenge, it may no longer be useful. Because time cannot be replayed.

In the kitchen, the two singles were still busy cooking. Meat that has been seasoned before, has been baked on a flat pan. Tirta had finished her fries, now started preparing BBQ sauce.

The smell of roasted meat burst out, Alan and Tirta were already impatient to taste the fruits of their hard work. In addition to making steak, both also make porridge for the little guy. Cooked porridge mixed with minced meat.

"Bababa."

"You're sleepy? Your porridge will soon be ripe.

Hamm! The little one yawned again while rubbing his eyes.

"He's sleepy, just take it to his mother."

"But they are still in Tirta. I don't want to bother Ervan."

Their chatter stopped, two people came out of the room, walking hand in hand towards the kitchen. Ervan with a face started to look bright, while, Sarah just looked like nothing had happened.

"You're done?"

Ervan approached, then looked at the meat that was starting to roast.

"This is the fries. I also boil vegetables, if you like."

"I'll set up the table."

Ervan took the plate, styled it with a knife and fork. Not to forget, pour the wine they bought.

Meanwhile, Sarah returns to the room to put the little one to sleep. The bedroom door closed, the blink of an eye the two men close themselves close to Ervan.

"Hows it? Did it work?"

"He asked for time to think."

"Then, what are you saying?"

"I gave him one day."

Alan and Tirta, like losing their spirits. There's nothing exciting, from Ervan's story. In fact, in the kitchen earlier they both had imagined with the activities of Sarah and Ervan in the room.

They went back to the kitchen, continued the work. Alan flipped the meat, while Tirta prepared the appendages on the plate.

"I can't wait to taste it."

"Me too" replied Alan who swallowed his saliva.

All are served on the table, steak with BBQ sauce on it, decorated with french fries and broccoli vegetables and carrots. Glasses containing wine and candles are lit on the table, adding to the romantic atmosphere created.

"Cih, you guys are really disturbing," Ervan grumbled that was staring at Alan and Tirta.

"Hey, you brought us. What, you're distracted because of what?"

"Look!" Ervan pointed a candle at the table. "A romantic atmosphere, created for two, but the four of us. In fact, you two are already like a couple."

"Have you eaten yet?"

Sarah approached, taking a sitting position next to Ervan. Alan and Tirta pushed each other on their seats, taking some distance. It's true, they're like they're on a double date. The difference is that they both have no partner.

"Wow, it looks good. Thank you," praise Sarah.

"Either. Come on, toast."

They held up a glass of wine, except Sarah, whose glass contained the orange juice Alan had made. Because, the woman is still breastfeeding.

They put the glasses together, throw each other smiles.

"Me, try, yeah!" Sarah took out a piece of meat, which Ervan had already cut before.

With a smile, the steak entered his mouth. Sarah's face slowly began to change, as she began to chew. Until finally, he grabbed tissue and spewed out his food that was not enough a minute inside.

"Cure, very salty."

"Hey, how many kilos of salt are you wearing? Why is it so salty."

"Look, I put it very little. Did you add Tirta?" Alan stood up, then accused Tirta.

"I did nothing to your flesh. I'm busy cutting potatoes."

"No, you must have added it, when I was taking care of the little guy. Confess!"

Both of them blame and accuse each other. Sarah shook her head, smiling. This incident reminded him of the time they met in the hospital. So funny!

"Diamay!" Ervan screams to make two singles freeze on the spot. "Tirta, you eat the vegetables and Alan, you eat the fries."

"Then, you guys?"

"I'll order a new meal."

Tirta and Alan were flabbergasted, in an instant the damn man had changed. Betraying those who have helped him so far.

"Have it, let me do the cooking." Sarah mediates them. "But I need help."

They immediately got up, following the big madam's footsteps into the kitchen.

"You guys, cut the meat back."

All three, take the meat on their plates. Then cut it small.

Meanwhile, Sarah cut onions and peppers.

"This, already." Ervan delivers.

"You sit down, I'll cook it."

Alan and Tirta sat back down sweetly. Meanwhile, Ervan chose to continue to help his wife.

"Look, that everest mountain. How fast he melted, when he met Sarah." Alan snorted in annoyance, looking at the smiling Ervan.

Tirta followed Alan, who was munching on his homemade fries, while watching the scene in front of them.

A couple, busy cooking. My husband is busy looking for face.

That is, about the title of the drama that comes to mind Tirta.

"Alan, don't you want to find a boyfriend?" chew, without taking your eyes off in front of him.

"How about, I'd like to find a girlfriend if you two keep pestering me. What else are you, Tirta. In fact, sleep in my apartment every night of the week."

"Don't you call me?"

They looked at each other, then threw their faces away.

"What?"

Tirta closed the chair, then whispered.

"Is that woman dangerous?"

"You mean?"

"Did you remember that woman named Clarissa?"

"Yes, I remember. Actually, why?"

"Ervan said she was a dangerous woman, because she wanted to fuck her. But I'm confused. What's dangerous if you just want to fuck her?"

Alan gaped, even his mouth wide open. Tirta, the workaholic, seems to have to find a boyfriend from now on.

How could he not understand that.

"You fuck!" alan was upset. "You know Tirta, with this innocent nature of yours. A day, can a hundred women come to sleep with you."

Alan pulled Tirta towards the living room.

"You and Ervan are a perfect match. The stupid boss and the plain secretary. That woman is dangerous if she manages to fuck you. What if she gets pregnant and asks you to marry her, while you don't love her.."

Tirta muttered, crossing both hands.

"Ah, so that dangerous one, if she's pregnant!"

Plaque,

Alan clocked his head, being very upset.

"Tirta, listen to me. If a woman offers herself to you, stay away from her. Because, it's very dangerous."

Alan gave advice like Tirta a younger sister, who was afraid someone would set him up.