Just A Wedding

Chapter 49

The clock shows ten o'clock over thirty minutes. Me and tough are neatly waiting for Mr. Satrio to come pick up.

" I'm still on the road. You and Tough get ready "he orders over the phone.

" Yes me and Tough are ready."

Mr. Satrio's black car stopped on the street of my house. I hurried. I'm very happy. This is my first time out with Mr. Satrio.

Flash On

"You got any original coffee ? " ask Mr. Satrio who approached me in the kitchen.

I turned my head and tried to show you the bottled coffee you used to drink.

" one like this ? "

" Is this delicious ?" ask him again, less sure. "I used to brew my own coffee instead of packaging,"

" I don't know exactly how it feels. I make coffee with this every day,"

" Yes try it, I'll add my own sugar."

" yes ... well," I brewed coffee in a cup with sugar in a separate place.

Mr. Satrio was sitting on a chair while carrying the Tangguh. Netra he's pointing at me. Follow where I move without blinking. Occasionally look to Tangguh who was in his sling. The clothes he wore were very sweet.the soft pink color in the duker color jeans. Hair neatly pulled back. His face looks easier than his age.

" Do you have brown sugar ?"

"What ?"

my frown on his question because I don't understand.

" Brown sugar.

" I don't have any...."

" I'm used to using brown sugar for coffee blends,"

" What is the effect ? "

". less delicious if the sugar is white,"

" I'm sorry ... I don't know," I regretted to him

" That's because we're not all. You never know the things I like. "

I kept quiet with his words. That's right Satrio said. This small problem I don't know. Just for the usual cup of coffee he drank. I never knew either.

Mr. Satrio sipped the coffee I made. Not one gulp, he stopped. Netra he squinted. Trying hard to swallow the coffee that had entered his mouth. Marking the coffee in the cup does not match his wishes. Then he stood up.

" Thank you for the coffee. Sorry not finished,"

" I'm sorry I really don't know,"

," Don't panic. We'll get civet coffee and brown sugar, then,"

I am glad I heard his words. For breakfast, I'm happy. Mr. Satrio praised the bacem tempe cuisine and the meat stews I served. He said the taste of the cooking I made was almost similar to the one my mother made.

" It's very tasty.......You're good at cooking," he praised when tasting my cooking

When Mr. Satrio used to stay at my house for a week. He left in the morning and went home at night just to sleep. Eating and drinking is done a lot outside the home.more precisely at home mother mbak Asri. I only occasionally eat dinner at my house. This time it was a bit different. He wants to eat and drink coffee at my house.

" I'm sorry..... I don't know that I'm.." My sentence is not finished. He cut it finely.

" Have .... I was also wrong never to tell,"

" I'll pick you up at half-eleven,"

" Wish my efforts to succeed"

I nodded and smiled.

" Amin,"

Flash off's.

The atmosphere of this cafe is very elegant with a room that is beautifully arranged minimalist model. There are several medium-sized and long sofas and tables. White walls with ornaments - coffee and chocolate ornaments

Two young baristas in white uniforms were concocting coffee. The sound of jazz music adds to the impression.

" this is Goerge benson's song,"

" i like jazz,"

describe him while sitting on the sofa facing the barista table. A Waitrees came to our table thrusting the menu.

" Satrio sir hasn't been here long?" waitrees who knew Mr. Satrio.

" It's busy, man,"

Mr. Satrio ordered some menus that I didn't know about. While waiting for the order to come he explained a lot about Jazz music. From classical jazz to jazz fusion. From singers named Louis Armstrong to Indra Lesmana complete with their Jazz flow.

A few moments later our order arrived. Menu for me Spaghetti and red Velvet. While his coffee and banana fritters are served modern.

" I am strong enough to let you eat freely" he suggested to me. When I saw it was difficult to get food. Both of Mr. Satrio's hands took Tough from my sling.

" Happy Afternoon bu Satrio..," Sapa Waitrees beautiful guest greeter. I think they know each other. Spontaneous with us, Satrio and I turned to the origin of the voice. It looks clear there. Beautiful curly haired women who are neatly arranged using a dark blue dress patterned with flowers. That beautiful woman is Ma'am Asri.

Satrio stood up immediately

" Sir Asri.........,"

The owner of the name turned to us. Smile and wave his hand. A high-heeled voice was heard stepping towards us.

" Hey...co.uk.....,"

My heart is beating fast. My hands are starting to tremble. I can't imagine how my face looks. Like an actor caught with someone's husband.

Mbak Asri walked elegantly by tapping his wide wallet. The black glasses are not so thick that the eyeballs are clearly visible, leading to me and Mr. Satrio. As if looking for something. His originally thin smile slowly crept up so that his white teeth were lined up neatly.

" I'm not bothering you guys, am I ?"

" I know from my mom that you're coming here,"

I just shut up and bowed.

" Dik... can I explain everything.." smooth intonated Mr. Satrio on Mbak Asri.

" He. I just stopped by too,"

" Sister..don't get me wrong,"

Asri stepped up to leave us. Satrio, who was confused, saw Asri walking. Immediately return Tough to me. I'm the one who stays glued to sit on this couch as if I can't do anything.

" I am waiting .......,"

"The.....Asri wait for me," chasing after Mr. Satrio following the Asri.

I am his legal wife. Why is it like I'm the third man to take Mr Satrio ?

That scene was not a scene that often appeared in dramas. Scene of a wife who found her husband cheating ? But am I not his legal wife.

All eyes are looking at me. Maybe some questions about themselves. Some look at pity. Someone looked at me sneering. I'm really confused. Mother....... help me ..... . Please help your son. O Allah why ...why does this happen to me ? I want to scream. I am his legal wife. I never took Mr. Satrio from anyone. I never stole another woman's husband.

I was really scared and less stable. Crying.that's all I can do. My body feels cold and sweaty. Wasn't I the one who was supposed to do what Ma'am Asri did ? Why ? Why ? Tough might understand what I'm going through. She was crying so hard. I hugged Toughly as if I didn't want to let go, as if no one else could look down on my son. I want to get up and get out of this cafe. I want to run as fast as he can.

Seriate.........