Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 59: WHAT IS NATURAL?

"Did people never learn the meaning of saving? This much food, many families are starving and here even spend money to please one person only," muttered Al sighing long.

Ten minutes later.

A hasty move of several people entered the VVIP waiting room. Their faces were tense as if the laundry had not been ironed out with eyes looking down once faced with a man standing staring out the window. Where out there is a field for takeoff and landing of aircraft.

"Herry, Mr. Alkan," said the man with the mustache with both hands interlocked.

Al raised his right hand, "Go all of you! Except the person responsible for my welcome."

Al's orders made some faces relieved, but not with the mustachioed man who was increasingly feeling uneasy erratically. Without waiting for the command twice. Everyone who had just entered, left the room and left one person. The man who served as manager.

"Sorry, Sir. What welcome for you is there less?" asked the Manager, nervous with cold sweat.

"How many members of your family?" ask Al casually.

The manager looked up at the man in front who was still there with his back, "I live with a wife and a girl."

"How much food does your wife prepare each day?" ask Al again.

The manager was silent to think for a moment to remember what was always served by the wife, until the breakfast menu this morning was sauteed kale, crackers, fried chicken, and bakwan just crossed it. The silence created, made Al turn around with a calm look without anger. The expression on the manager's face was obviously busy wandering somewhere.

"What is that much food, served to one person only. You think it's natural?" Al asked with a serious look.

The manager realized his mistake. If you think about it again, it is unnatural. Enough food for ten people was given only for one person. He wanted to defend himself, but he realized the mistake was in his job.

Al could see if the mustachioed man had high consciousness. The problem no longer needs to be extended, but certainly must give a deterrent effect so that similar things do not happen again. Suddenly an idea came to his mind. The man walked over to the manager at the same time. The sound of the plane getting closer to make a landing. Likewise with notifications from operational systems that echo from speakers in each room.

"Stands up right. It's not good to bend for too long" Al said, holding both shoulders of the man in the mustache.

A body that feels cold with a sweat of corn seeds, while the eyes look trepid. Al only smiled faintly to neutralize the situation around him, then released his hand from the shoulder of the manager.

"I forgive you, but there are conditions," said Al softly, but instead made the fur I sat the manager stood up.

The manager painstakingly took a sip of his own salivations, "Ap-aa conditions, Tuuan?"

"Easy terms. Spend all that food within half an hour," Al replied without any hesitation.

Rounded eyes could not help his surprise. How do you eat that much in half an hour? The pot belly that used to eat a lot of it, it was impossible to eat fifteen dishes in such a short time. No matter what the food is. It will definitely end up with a glut and unable to continue enjoying one more mouthful of food.

The manager's daydream is sidetracked when the door of the VVIP room is closed a little hard. Well, Al's gone past leaving him without a word of excuse. Only a sigh with an unyielding look was fixed on the table filled with food.

"The heart pleases the great. Uh, even apes themselves. Sustenance, but not gini also oruh," murmured pak manager already feel full before enjoying a mouthful of food.

Meanwhile, Al was waving to a group of people who had just exited the exit of the passengers of the plane that had just landed. Only three minutes. Now he is dealing with special people who will give happiness to his family.

"Welcome to Jakarta," Al greeted with a sweet smile, where the smile really tempted the women who saw his charm.

"Ekhem! Um, age,"