Next Bed

Take advantage of your daughter-in-law

"Mas, I'm asking for money."

Darma looked up with a fierce gaze to his wife. He was tired of working, especially the condition of his company is not okay, plus now his wife is begging for money.

"Request money? Didn't I give it to you one week ago?" ask Darma.

"Yes, it's over. Expensive care, Mas. Now yes I need more," said Warda.

"You know my company's not doing very well, so why waste as much money as you like, Warda?"

Warda. "That's just a little, why the question?"

"It's not a little or a lot of trouble! But we have to skimp. The company is not doing well, so do not waste money like that. That's our backup later if there is a problem," said Darma.

Warda snatched an upset, she disliked her husband who forbade her from doing the thing she liked.

"You know our company's not doing well, there's been fraud and I haven't found the mastermind. The company is losing big money to insider betrayal" Darma said.

Warda glanced cynically. If this is the case, then the monthly money is forfeited. Care, shopping, and so on will not be met. Suddenly a clever idea came to his mind.

"Why don't you ask your son-in-law to help, Mom? Daniel can do everything" said Warda.

Darma thought a little, which in the end he replied, "Difficult. He is my son-in-law, but to ask for help is still there. I've been looking for a way, but there's no result."

"Yes, you told your beloved son to persuade Daniel to help our company. Time won't help his father-in-law's efforts, anyway." Warda still insisted.

"Alin?" Darma raised the next eyebrow.

"Who else is your favorite child besides him. Just woo Alin, and tell him our business is on the edge, have him talk to her husband to inject funds into us. Beres, right?" The middle-aged woman explained.

Darma. Alin is an ace of his own. Alin would definitely not reject his whining especially if Darma did it. However, Darma had done it once, but until now it had not worked as well.

"Use your son once in a while" Warda said. "Daniel is rich, take advantage of a little."

Darma looked at his wife closely. There's a point too. In a corporate mess like this only Daniel can help him out of trouble. And he has to ask for help.

***

On the other hand in the Maheswara family.

Pras was sitting on the front page reading the newspaper. This morning he wanted to relax by not thinking about anything. Warm news this morning welcomed him, especially when there are ranks of his son's name on the hottest news in the newspaper.

"Grandfather," call someone.

Pras turned his head, finding Arlo there who was looking at him with a smile. After being satisfied to see the middle-aged man immediately looked towards the newspaper again.

"Grandfather read what?" ask Arlo.

"The newspaper" answered Pras briefly.

Arlo nodded. The answer from Pras was a little disappointing. Arlo thought his grandfather was a little tired and loved him. But apparently not yet.

Arlo went from there, and ran towards the kitchen. He intended to make his grandfather's coffee because earlier he did not see a complementary warming drink to read the newspaper in the morning. However, Arlo did not know how to make it. Also the height of the table is very far from his height.

Arlo smiled when he saw the housekeeper walking towards the kitchen. Arlo waved his hand, instructing to approach.

"Auntie!" call Arlo.

"Yes, Den?"

"Please make some coffee, okay?"

"Den Arlo wants coffee?" Arlo.

"It's not me, Bi. But grandpa. Make it to grandpa's taste, huh?" The housekeeper made it.

It did not take long, finally the coffee was ready and placed on the tray. At first the housekeeper will take her, but first prevented by Arlo.

"But, Den, it's hot."

"It's okay––akh!" Inadvertently Arlo was holding the edge of the glass, not the tray. Obviously his hands were burning because the coffee was indeed brewed with boiling water.

"Jeez, Den Arlo!" The maid was worried.

Arlo shook his head with a smile despite being slightly numb. "It's okay, Bi. It's not hurting. Don'worry. Here, I give it. I promise to be careful."

"But, Den, Den Arlo will be injured again like that."

"No, Bi. Arlo will be careful. Give." Arlo raised his hand.

Forcibly, the housekeeper gave Arlo a tray containing the drink. Arlo who had received it immediately walked slowly towards the front of the house to give the coffee to Pras.

Full of caution, Arlo finally arrived at the front of the house safely. He slowly put the coffee on the table next to Pras, then nudged Pras' hand so he could know where it was.

"Grandfather, this is the drink" said Arlo.

Pras regained his senses, looking at the hot coffee on the table. Then looked at the little boy who was currently staring at him full of smiles.

"Arlo saw there was no drink, so Arlo brought coffee for grandpa. Drink, yes, Cake." Arlo smiled back.

Pras raises the next eyebrow. Didn't the kid make coffee? How could?

"You made it yourself?" Pras probing.

"No, I told Auntie to make it. Arlo is not yet big, so it is not up to his hands to make his own," replied Arlo.

Pras nodded. Without another word taste the coffee. Without knowing that the child in front of him was hiding his hands behind his body.

"How, Cake? Yummy?" ask Arlo enthusiastically.

"Hm."

"It's good that Grandpa likes it. Arlo is happy" said Arlo.

Pras cleared his throat in response, but in the corner of his eye he could see Arlo hiding his left hand behind his body. I don't know what happened to the boy, he doesn't know.

"Then I go first. Enjoy the coffee, cake." Arlo left while carrying a tray.

Arlo walked away, before he reached the kitchen. Arlo held the left hand fingers that felt hot because they held the glass. He blew it a little so that the pain would decrease.

"Huhhh, get well quickly, get well quickly," Arlo murmured while blowing his hand.

Arlo continued to blow it, and he washed his hands with water to get well quickly. Let's just not know that Pras tried so hard that his grandson got hurt like this.

"Arlo, what's wrong with you?" ask Sasi.

"Ah, no why." Arlo.

"Look, where here look first." Sasi rounded her eyes when she knew Arlo's hand was flushed.

"Oh my God, why is this red? Answer, Arlo," urged Sasi.

"Because of the glass that's hot water." Arlo answered plainly.

"Can't you?"

Arlo fell silent, trying to find another reason.

"You drink coffee, but you're accidentally exposed to heat from a glass, so it's like this." Arlo still answered.

"Oh my goodness, Arlo. You can ask for help. Here, diobatin first."