I reach for your love Mr. My Cuek
Chapter 45
Daffa seemed to focus on doing his work through a laptop. He glanced at the clock on his wrist that showed at eleven o'clock in the afternoon, usually this is a routine hour for him to drink coffee. He grabbed the phone, about to ask his secretary to make coffee. But suddenly his movement stopped when he remembered the words of his wife
"I made it with the spice of love"
His wife's spoiled wink as she said it was still vividly imagined in her mind. He shook his head, dispelling all strange thoughts that hit his brain. He put the phone back on, got up from his chair, and walked out of the room
"Sorry sir, is there anything you need?" ask a woman who is his secretary
"No, what's up?"
"I want to provide a file that requires the father's signature" the secretary said
"All right, just put it on the table"
Daffa left his secretary in front of his room. He chose to walk to the pantry to make his own coffee, rather than a repeated few days, where he cursed his subordinates just because the taste of coffee was not as he wanted. Daffa took a glass, and took coffee and sugar, after which he added hot water to the glass, only then did he take a spoon of the coffee, and taste it
"It feels different" Daffa murmured
Daffa put away the coffee he had finished making, and went back to picking up one glass, and repeated what he had done earlier "Why does it taste different?"
"Sorry sir, is there anything you need?" ask an office girl who seems to enter the pantry and is surprised to find her boss making her own coffee
"No, go"
The office girl no longer dared to say the word. He chose to leave rather than return to get tantrums from his superiors. Meanwhile, Arga who just arrived at the office of his best friend was immediately headed to his friend's room. But he did not find any Daffa there. He then asked the Daffa secretary, and the secretary said that Daffa was heading towards the pantry
"Why is it different?" again Daffa felt strange because in the mix of the fifth glass of coffee taste was still different
"What are you doing?" asked Arga in curiosity
"Make coffee"
"Then what's different?" ask Arga again
"It feels like Sekar said that he made coffee for me with love, but I can't make coffee as good as he made it. Is it because I don't have love?" daffa was half conscious. Because, he did not realize that the one who had asked was Arga. Upon awakening, he looked at his best friend who seemed to be closing his mouth withholding laughter
"Hahahaha" the laughter that Arga had been trying to endure had finally exploded as well. The man seemed to laugh out loud in response to the innocence of his best friend
"What are you laughing at?" asked Daffa annoyed
"You... Hahahaha you are so funny" said Arga still with his laughter. Arga approached his best friend, and took a new glass, and began concocting it exactly as Daffa did "You try" Arga ordered to thrust a spoon at Daffa
Daffa seemed to doubt. But finally he took the spoon, and tasted coffee made by his best friend, and sure enough the taste of coffee made by Arga was quite tasty than made, although not comparable to the taste of coffee made by his wife. "What do you add to this coffee?" ask Daffa
"People" said Arga origin
"Love? Shouldn't love be?"
