Queen the Ruler

Briliant Plan

In the middle of the hot sun that afternoon, there was a figure of a man coming out of a public toilet. Well he is Alfat. The queen who had been waiting for him since then to eat immediately seemed to smile happily at the presence of the man who made him lose his sanity. Let's say the Queen is a woman who has no heart.

"Al, let's eat." take her in kindly.

"Em sorry, Miss. I brought the goods from home. For a moment I take stock first and eat here." he refused smooth with the menu that has been ordered by the Queen.

The duck burns the wings, a menu that he always liked since the first began with the Queen to this day. However, he did not want to show this time if he was still the same as before. As strongly as possible Alfat showed the former that he was not the same man until the Queen acted as if she knew him very well and knew him.

Right now there was an image that he had to take care of his heart. Upset of course, the Queen was very upset to hear Alfat choose the provisions Citra brought rather than the favorite menu that the Queen ordered first without Alfat asked for it.

"I won't just give up, Al." he muttered looking at the sly back of the man who was currently taking a meal in the car. Shortly thereafter, Alfat came with a bushel in his hand. He gladly opened the bag wide in front of the Queen. As if to show how proud he is to have a wife like Citra.

"Looks good, can I eat it?" Not only did the Queen get an answer from Alfat, her hand had already taken quickly the bushel that was in front of Alfat.

With a quick movement also the Queen stirring the food to mix here and there, it is impossible if he has held all the Alfat will eat it. It was nice to see Alfat's flat face without being able to get angry. The queen smiled with satisfaction then began to eat a little side dish which turned out to be fried shrimp and sambel tempe orek.

Although upset, but the Queen can not lie her own tongue. Citra cuisine is really good on her tongue even though it tastes a little salty.

"Have you eaten this one?" he handed over the menu he ordered to Alfat. Obey the man will not want to eat the order that the Queen has given him. His stomach was also very hungry.

"Cit, don't be late for lunch? Mas just continued this trip just stopped over for lunch" said Alfat through a short message that he sent just now. The man had not had time to put the phone in his suit pocket, the ringing of the message was heard at that moment.

It was Citra who replied to her message just now. Alfat sure from morning Citra must be waiting for news. Intending to arrive at the hotel he will contact the wife to calm the mind Citra.

"Mas has lunch? How can I eat the food?" the question from Citra certainly made Alfat frown in wonder. What is the reason why the wife asked such a question?

"Yes, I just ate. Why the food, Cit?" alfath asked who knew nothing. And got a reply message from the husband Citra immediately thought if Alfat did not eat his cooking.

The more agitated it feels. "Mas, the provisions I made earlier turned out to be salty. Masa Masa didn't feel? I can't eat the least if it's less salty." Alfat long enough to read the message without typing the reply of the wife's message. Because he was confused to say what this time, how could he eat while eating his provisions was the Queen.

Looking at the Queen, Alfat immediately looked back at his phone. "Al, it's still working hours. Don't play the cell phone anyway." The sound of a warning from the Queen suddenly made Alfat put the phone into the pocket of the suit without having time to reply to the message of the wife.

Several times the phone rang the tone of the message but Alfat did not reply. Restless of course he was very agitated but saw the streets were not jammed, Alfat hopes they soon arrive at the hotel and can contact his wife as soon as possible to explain what happened.

"Everything's not what you think, Al." The queen smiled inwardly imagining what she had compiled at this time with a brilliant plan of course.