Grandpa's Choice Man

Tiara

Rama fiddled with a strange expression. Then, he stared at the coffee in his glass which was a clear brownish black. He stuck out his tongue slightly as he turned to Tiara who was looking at him expectantly.

"How, Bang? It is in accordance with the measure that you say really," asked Tiara smilingly waiting for a sigh from her husband.

"Make it fit?" ask Rama in curiosity.

"Yes, Bang," Tiara replied beginning to pound.

"Not the wrong material?" ask Rama again.

"No. Before I took the sugar, I tasted it first. Which I tasted salt, so sugar's the other container. This is the first time I've made coffee. Is there anything less?" sahut Tiara was no less curious.

"Ehm. Yes, less a little. But, that's okay" Rama said.

With an unpredictable expression, Rama continued to chug the coffee in his hand. There was no feeling of enjoying it at all so Tiara was moved to snatch the coffee cup from him. Rama was shocked when the half-coffee glass was taken over by Tiara.

"Jang.." prevent Rama from being late because Tiara had already sipped her coffee.

Tiara also crushes to feel the coffee made that is really strange, even to the point of being difficult to define the taste. The smell is coffee, but the taste is just bitter, savory, and sweet strange. There was no food that resembled the taste of coffee so it was hard to explain.

"Is this coffee or a cowboy? Why does it feel so inhumane?" tiara asked as if she wanted to spit out the coffee she had already swallowed.

"I told you not, not even ngeyel," said Rama with lips that held back laughter.

"Abang. I know it's not good, why keep drinking it! Should have said it! I also won't be angry because it's not good. Let me tell Bi Siti to make it," Tiara maki told her husband.

"Yes, you are tired of making coffee. Unfortunately, the coffee you make wholeheartedly is not spent. After all, this you made the first time so it is still understandable. If the second, third, fourth, it is still the same then it is necessary to keep the hatchet," said Rama casually.

Tiara also sings lips pretending to be upset to cover up her embarrassment. He did not think that making coffee alone could be as fatal as his failure.

Tok tok tok tok

"Udah. Open the door there!" tell Rama while holding back laughter because of his wife's behavior.

With an annoyed step, he opened the door with the glass still in his hand. After it opened, Bi Siti was already standing there. Bi Siti grimaced with apologetic eyes.

"Non, can I ask you?" ask Bi Siti carefully.

"Yes, Bi" replied Tiara lazily but not jutek at all.

"sorry. Did Non make bitter coffee for Den Rama?" ask Bi Siti.

"The intention is sweet coffee anyway," replied Tiara increasingly limp because reminded of the unpleasant incident.

"Non. Sorry earlier. The sugar in the kitchen was running out last night and the box had forgotten I had not filled in yet. It's nothing but coffee, right?" bi Siti said anxiously.

Tiara's eyes faded and her shock made her strength recover instantly.

"Bi, I added a box other than salt. I didn't taste it, but because of the one salt so I'm sure it's the only sugar. Strange in form," said the plain Tiara.

"I have guessed. Sorry, Non. It looks like what was added was the usual vetsin to add in the dishes I usually eat. The sugar box in my new kitchen filled up again after Non Tiara left the kitchen" Bi Siti replied looking down somewhat frightened.

"Vetsin? Micin's? The taste of the coffee is strange," Tiara exclaimed as she scratched her non-itchy head.

Tiara turned to Rama while smiling amusedly. Rama also patted the eel hearing their conversation.

"I'm sorry, Non," said Bi Siti feeling guilty.

"It's okay, Bi. It is not wrong to Bi Siti. I don't know about kitchen. Anyway, I just made coffee first and did not ask Bi Siti first. Yes, this glass was brought. Make more coffee for Bang Rama yes," said Tiara cengengengesan.

Bi Siti also received a glass from Tiara with relief. He did not think he wanted to laugh at the funny behavior of his employer because he was scared. He withdrew and passed from before Tiara.

Tiara again followed Rama with her sinless face.

"Hehe. Sorry for the micin-flavored coffee, Bang, yes" Tiara replied as she sat next to Rama again.

"I'm sorry. I'd like to ask you too. How much coffee do you give? How come it doesn't taste like coffee and it's almost like tea?" rama asked curiously.

"One teaspoon like Rama's instructions," replied Tiara confidently.

"Usually Bi Siti make a teaspoon of black so. it is still quite clear," said Rama.

"It's a teaspoon of that. I take that mountain in the spoon, I keep flattening it according to the arch in the spoon" Tiara said seriously.

"Pillotent. It should be a bit mountainous," said Rama finally could no longer hold back the laughter of witnessing the innocence of his wife.

"Oh that. Brother did not say," continued Tiara grimacing.

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Time showed 12.30, Rama was getting ready to go to a meeting place held in a luxury restaurant. He went with Bayu and Susan as usual but added Tiara because Bu Ina did not come home so did not want to leave Tiara alone. Bayu is the driver with Susan beside him, while Tiara and Rama sit behind him.

Rama and the group reached the meeting place at 12:50, there were still ten minutes before the meeting time began. Bayu also asked the receptionist, then they were escorted to the meeting place by the receptionist. There, their arrival has been awaited by the CEO of Bangun Jaya Group, Hans. Rama and Hans shook hands.

"Hello, Mr. Rama. Really, it's an honor for our company because you're willing to accept our invitation," Hans greeted kindly but sounded pleasantries in Tiara's ears.

"Thank you, Mr. Hans. We are also very happy to have a special invitation from your company" said Rama.

Substantial. Sweet-mouthed man. Tiara said in her heart.

"introduce. This is my assistant named Hendra" Hans said.

Hendra smiled at Rama and his entourage.

"My secretary is taking care of our ordered drinks in the back. Maybe it'll be back soon" Hans added.

"OKAY. This is Bayu, my assistant. This is Susan, my secretary. And this is Tiara, my personal assistant and my wife" Rama said, pointing one by one.

Oi. Very clever he bragged. Sleep assistant? Assistant fight? But it's up to him. Why dizzy thinking. Tiara grout in heart.

"Well beautiful and cute to your wife. Very smart to choose. Looks like he's young, huh?" hans asked a meaningful smile to Tiara.

"Yes. Still in college" answered Rama briefly.

Tiara was even very uncomfortable to hear the praise of Hans who seemed flirtatious and like iron. Rama smiled wryly in response.

"Yes already. Please sit Mr. Rama, Mr. Bayu, Ms. Susan, and Ms. Tiara" Hans said.

"Eh Dik Tiara," Hans added rectifying his remark as he glanced at Tiara and rolled his eyes.

Tiara frowned listening to Hans call her. He remembered when he asked Bayu to call him that, it did not feel as strange and terrible as this. The call even seemed harassing.

Gosh darn. A flick or how is that the father anyway? Terrible indeed. A lot of old manners too. The inner Tiara castrated the man who seemed to be five years older than Rama.

Rama's enthusiasm for the afternoon meeting was reduced drastically due to Hans' excessive attitude in hospitality. Let alone watching her attitude towards Tiara, making her chest hot. He did not accept but could not do anything because he had to be professional and should not be too far to put personal feelings there.

Rama sat on the right. Next to her, Tiara, Susan, and Bayu. Across the table, there was Hans and Hendra alone because his secretary had not returned.

Suddenly, the bell of the room where their meeting was ringing sign that someone wanted to enter. After the door opened, the woman entered with the maid who was carrying a drink with a tray. The woman smiled with excitement at the people in the room.

Unlike the woman secretary Hans, Rama, Tiara, Bayu, and Susan were surprised to see him. They were busy with their own thoughts.

She's she? So this is an important meeting of Bang Rama. Tiara muttered inwardly.

She's she? Rama said in his heart while looking down.