PLEASE GO MY HUSBAND
CUP OF COFFEE
Chapter 8
“Well, done,” Charlotte said, then she said again, “Take this to our guests.”
Last night when Sean came to stay the night. Charlotte is asleep. When Staaf said about this porridge, she found out that it was her husband who asked for this porridge. That's why he painstakingly made it.
Charlotte immediately went to her room to tidy up. The waiter and the hotel manager deliver the porridge as breakfast for Sean accompanied by a sidewalk menu that Charlotte arranged.
Adam lets the manager in with a push-cart trolley with food for Sean. The waiter arranged the food at the dinner table. The first thing Sean saw was a special porridge at his door. To look the same, Sean began to take a spoon and put a little porridge into his mouth. Then put a full spoon in his mouth.
Sean put down his spoon then said, “I want to meet his chef.”
The waiter and manager looked at each other, then the hotel manager said, “I'll call him.”
In the room, Charlotte was drying her hair, only half dry. At the door was heard the bell, he opened it, it was the hotel manager who had a slightly panicked face and said, “It seems that our guests do not like the food we serve. Mr. Smithn asked to meet his chef.”
Charlotte sighed then said, “Call our master chef, I'll drop him off to meet Mr. Smith.”
Charlotte immediately changed her pajamas with their hotel work. Skirt on the knee, combined with a work blazer that wraps the beautiful slim body. This morning she was brushing her half wet hair. Early morning was disturbed by Sean, then just finished bathing was disturbed again with another request.
Their hotel chef had been standing at Sean's doorstep.
He's a little shaky. Charlotte smiled and corrected their slightly angled main chef hat, saying, “Let's rest there I am here.”
Charlotte also pressed the doorbell, Adam opened the door to his master's suite. With a polite friendly smile Charlotte smiled to her number one assistant, “Hello Mr. Adam, you are getting handsome,” said.
“So where is your Master?” charlotte asked who didn't see Sean in the room.
At this time, Sean came out still in his towel kimono, with his hair still wet and a little dripping on his chest, “Good morning Mr. Smith, my friend,” greet Charlotte in a professional-sounding tone.
Sean sat back on his dining table chair, then he pointed to the porridge that was on the table, “Who cooked this?” ask Sean.
Not even Charlotte replied, the main chef of their hotel also replied, “Master forgive me if there is a taste that is less pleasing to the tongue of Mr.”
“you cooked it?” ask Sean again.
The head chef nodded doubtfully with a slight tremble, then Charlotte stood up to defend him, “Master if we make a mistake, then just say it clearly. As much as possible we will provide the appropriate compensation.”
Actually Sean called his chef, because he was curious about the chef who cooked this porridge he asked for. All this time only he could cook this porridge, because he got the recipe from his pen pal.
Sean stood up and said, “ Where did you get this recipe?” asked Sean curiously.
“It ... I ..” replied the master chef while looking at Charlotte.
Feeling that there is no guest policy knowing the kitchen problem of a hotel, then Sean stopped asking. But in his head came an idea. She said, “ Did you say you would compensate guests for dissatisfaction?”
“If you really feel there is something dissatisfied, please give a complaint,” replied Charlotte.
Sean noticed Charlotte's half-wet hair, then thought that his wife could have made love to the other man in the room she was in last night, then this morning washed all her body, including her hair. Sean sat down and said, “If I ask for compensation, you are in the room I rented, all day will you grant me the compensation I asked for?”
“What ?” charlotte asked in a bit of confusion.
“Ya isn't this the Presidential suite room?” ask Sean.
This type of room is the nicest and most expensive room. Having very complete facilities, ranging from the living room, kitchen, dining room, terrace, to present the best views, no wonder that presidential suites are not available in all star hotels.
Charlotte took a breath, then with a forced smile she replied, “If it can ease Mr. Smith's dissatisfaction with our performance, then we will grant Mr.”'s request
“Good,” Sean replied with a slight grin.
After reaching an agreement, Charlotte and the hotel staff exited the suite. “Is everyone rich like that?” said the hotel's main chef.
“Have not complained, guest is king. And right now our hotel needs kings like Mr. Smith,” Charlotte said.
“But are you sure you'll be okay?” ask hotel manager .
“Just relax, I'll be fine,” replied Charlotte.
In her heart said, sleeping in the room with her husband is nothing wrong. It is not said to be an immoral act. Because of Sean's request that Charlotte keep watch in his room, if there was a sudden need needed for service then it would be quickly handled.
Sean does his job, so does Charlotte who looks busy with her work as well. Sean watched occasionally, watching his wife while she was seriously at work.
At this moment, Charlotte's phone rang, it was an incoming call from Abraham.
“Halo,” replied Charlotte while standing and walking towards the balcony.
Sean watched from the inside, seeing that the serious face he had just seen had changed into a beautiful smile. Feeling curious Sean brought a glass of coffee and walked to the balcony door.
Little conversation heard, “You will go to Switzerland too?” ask Charlotte.
Feeling that someone was standing behind her, Charlotte turned her head, then immediately closed her cellphone without hearing an answer from Abraham. While laying on his waist, he said, “Master Smith are you eavesdropping on my conversation?”
Sean was misbehaved, then he saw his empty coffee glass and started to alibi, “This coffee runs out, make it again!”
Charlotte squinted her eyes, then took the empty glass to replace it with a new coffee cup. He immediately went to the kitchen and made a new coffee, “Master Smith, please have his coffee,” Charlotte said in a soft voice.
