SUFFERING WITH IN-LAWS

Dinner

I laughed at the silliness of Mita's behavior, while mimicking the mysterious person who was looking for me. Mita said the woman was very beautiful and glamorous. Who is he?

I'm not so curious, yes. If he has any interest in me, he will come back here tomorrow.

Tonight, Mr. Randy invited us to dinner. I don't know what the show is, Randy called me all of a sudden.

He said something was being talked about, it could be a matter of cooperation.

Ok, tonight I came alone without Kean. Because if I take Kean, it must be a little complicated. Because Kean is currently active.

Later is not the cooperation discussed, instead wait for Kean to play if he is invited.

I told babysitter Kean not to go home first. I asked her to have Kean's nanny spend the night here with Kean.

Right now I'm getting ready to go to an invitation from Mr. Randy. This time I didn't bring my own car. Because later the return is confirmed to be night, so I better take a taxi online.

I saw the watch that was coiled around my wrist already showing half a seven. The taxi I ordered has arrived. The store is not closed, because we usually close at eight.

Maybe soon my employees will close it, because the stock of cakes is also thinning.

Before leaving I told Reni to wrap some of the cakes that were still left in the storefront.

Because of this unpleasant, coming to see the partner invitation to cooperate does not bring anything.

While Mr. Randy himself is very royal to Kean.

lllllllll/After the bread box is put in the crackle bag, I take it into the online taxi that has come.

Twenty minutes, I've reached the place Mr. Randy was referring to. This time I was invited to eat at the restaurant. Japanese-style restaurant, to be honest I never eat Japanese food.

I hope it matches my tongue. I walked alone to the room that Mr. Randy had ordered.

And Mr. Randy came first, because he was busy texting me.

I walked into the restaurant, and was immediately greeted by a waiter.

"Welcome, mother. Is there anything I can help you with?," asked the waiters politely. Looks like the waiters know that they are looking for a place that has been ordered by Mr. Randy.

I'm rolling my eyes around every corner of this restaurant invisible to Mr. Randy.

"Hmmm I'm looking for a reservation desk in Mr. Randy's name" I replied. Maybe I better ask these waiters than I'm confused looking for Mr. Randy himself spelled out one by one.

Since the current visitor was very full, there seemed to be no empty table.

"Oh...on behalf of Mr. Randy?, let's come with me." the waiters walked over and I followed him from behind.

Looks like it's headed for a special room, and my views are circulating. Because honestly only this time I got into a luxury restaurant like this.

I think cafe Pak Randy is the most luxurious, but in fact there are still more luxurious.

"Please, Mom. Mr. Randy was waiting inside." the waiters pointed at the door that was currently closed.

With confidence I knocked on that door. After the waiters who drove me back to my original job.

Geck! Geck! Toks!.....

The door I knocked slowly. And sure enough, Mr. Randy's voice told me to come in.

I shifted the door made of very coke wood, but not so heavy. Just like traditional houses in Japan.

I was like I had been to Japan, so I know the traditional house in Japan.

When I slide the door, it's been seen Mr. Randy sitting on a pillow on the floor. The room inside was decorated with Japanese ornaments .

"Assalamualaikum, sir." I say hello to Mr. Randy, who was initially busy playing mobile phone.

But after I went in and said my greetings, Mr. Randy answered my greetings while looking at me.

Is something wrong with me? Or does my appearance not match the theme tonight?

Or.......I don't know, I don't want to think anything. And strange again, why did Mr. Randy order a private place like this?

Aren't we just the two of us? It's better out here. Avoid slander, if here men and women both feel.......

Fear others looking at and misrepresenting.

If only to talk cooperation, Mr. Randy does not need to reserve a room as luxurious as this. But this is what?.....

Could've rented this room, enough for me to eat three days.

Finally Mr. Randy realized from his daydream, he immediately threw away his view. He seemed to be misbehaving, perhaps afraid that I might know his daydreams were looking at me.

I'd better pretend not to know, afraid that later Mr. Randy is getting embarrassed.

"Please sit down, Sarah." Randy sir invited me to sit down.

I immediately took the right place in front of him.

"Sir, why did you order such a luxurious room?." I asked while circulating a glance at the ceiling of this room.

"Don't say fancy, Sarah. It's just an ordinary room." said Mr. Randy by justifying his seat.

"But if you only talk about cooperation, why should it be this luxurious?, in the cafe the father was good enough. We're just two of us, sir. So it doesn't feel good, being in one room." I said again, because I was so curious about Mr. Randy's attitude.

Because tonight she's dressed up so neat and looks so good.

Usually the makeup is never tangled, but there is still a difference with tonight. Want to enjoy but be afraid to sin. I also returned to look down.

Sometimes he looked at her while talking, but did not dare to look deeply.

Unlike Mr. Randy, it seems he looked at me when I lowered my gaze. Not that I went to GRan, but I caught him several times while looking at me.

"Tonight we're not going to the same house, Sarah. So you take it easy, it's just a regular dinner. And do not be afraid, I will not do evil to you. We're not both, either, because my aunt's coming soon,"

The deg!

Not knowing why, suddenly there was a sense of nervousness, and this hand suddenly came out in cold sweat.

What's with this heart? why is it pounding so hard like this?

I'm the same Mr. Randy, there's nothing to do, just a coworker.

I began to calm my heart and my mind, I questioned myself.

"Relax Sarah is calm.Maybe Mr. Randy just want to introduce his tant. There is nothing more than that." I said in my heart.

And then I took this rough breath out, and it was seen by Mr. Randy.

"Why are you Sarah?, how nervous do you look?,"

Looks like Mr. Randy knows how I feel right now. And that question embarrassed me. Maybe right now if I look in the mirror, my face is red like a boiled crab.

"You relax, my aunt doesn't bite me." said Mr. Randy with a face teasing me, there was a sweet smile on her face and made me .......Uh. I don't know what this feeling is?

I must not keep this feeling in the day, for I am self-aware of my present title.

I'm only a widow with one child, and I haven't even widowed a year. After this I have to limit myself to meeting with Mr. Randy.

Maybe meet for important things, like just talking about cooperation.

"My old auntie?" Randy spoke as he stared at the circular watch on his wrist.

"Is he lost? Basic Aunt is stubborn, I told you to let me take you. Even he set out alone, afraid that he was lost because it had been a long time in England." It seems Mr. Randy is talking to himself, because there are no gazes at me.

He spoke while taking out his phone, it seemed like he was striking a phone call. Maybe he wants to call his aunt.

"Hello te, where is Auntie? Aunty didn't get lost, did she?" asked Mr. Randy on his aunt by phone.

"yes, Randy's just afraid Auntie's straying here. Aunty has not driven a car here for a long time" said Mr. Randy with a smile, as if Mr. Randy likes to tease his aunt.

"Randy wait at the place where Randy Uda shared his location y Tan."

Then Mr. Randy finished the conversation over the phone.

"Wait a minute, Sarah, my aunt's here. If you want to order a drink first, please." said Mr. Randy, maybe he's not good, because I waited a long time.

"No need, sir. Let it be later." answer me. Since there was no way I could order food first, it felt like I had no manners.

"Yes, Sarah. Can I ask you something?" asked Mr. Randy who instantly made my mind go everywhere.

"What do you want, sir?" asked me with a slightly tense face and it must have been very obvious to Mr. Randy. I'm afraid that Randy's asking is such a big thing in my life.

Even though I am a widow, I still have to maintain my pride, it does not mean that I am a widow so people like me.

"Don't strain it donk, just relax."

That's right, my guess. Mr. Randy saw the look on my frightened face because of his question.

"I'm not asking for anything to incriminate you, Sarah. I'm just asking not to call me sir. You just call me Randy."

Ah.... This time I was like free breathing, it turned out that was his only request. My mind has been traveling everywhere.

"Based on the dodol brain," I said in my heart, and I unintentionally patted my eel slowly with a smile.

"Why are you, Sarah? Are you all right?" I didn't realize Mr. Randy saw my behavior. And this made me even more ashamed of my silly behavior.

I'm just answering with a head-butt to Randy's question. Because there is a race ashamed of my behavior.

"Can you?" he asked again.

"What can you do, sir?," I asked not to understand what Mr. Randy meant.

"Could call me unnamed sir in front of my name, Sarah!," Mr. Randy said softly but with great emphasis.

"Ooo...hmmm.. can sir, uh mas. oh Randy. duh....." I answered in confusion, until I scratched my head.

It feels awkward to call Mr. Randy without a mention in front of him. Because I'm used to it and comfortable with calling Mr. Randy.

But inevitably I have to learn to get used to calling him without calling him father. Because it's his request.

Mr. Randy laughed at me as I answered his question nervously and misbehaved.

Suddenly someone opened the door and entered a beautiful and white woman. It looks very elegant with a kremes bag and in one hand there is a crackle bag that is lined up. It looks like a bag...

"I'm sorry Auntie is late, Ran." said the woman to Mr. Randy. I'm guessing it's Mr. Randy's aunt.

"It's ok Auntie, where is Aunt from?" asked Randy to his aunt.

"This, Ran. You should try this. It feels very pampering tongue. Aunty really likes it, five pieces I've run out of it." said his aunt Mr. Randy without pause.

Then he thrust the box inside the crackle bag. Yep, that's right my guess. It was the box of cake packaging I sold.

So what does being pampered in her tongue mean that she likes my cakes?

There is a sense of pride in this self. Without asking for a testimonial about the taste of the cake I made, Aunt Randy has given his own testimony. He did not even know that the cake maker was in front of his eyes at this time. So this is really an original testimonial, no peres-peres club'.

Mr. Randy immediately smiled and looked at me, I really understand what Mr. Randy meant.

But I coded him not to say it was my cake, shaking his head. And Mr. Randy understood exactly what I meant.

"Come on Ran, you try. Why just look at it?!," Aunt Randy opened the box of cakes.

"Especially this one, this has become my favorite." pak Randy's aunt took a chocolate sponge and directly in the bribe to the mouth of Mr. Randy.

I who saw that could only hold back a laugh, I just smiled. Laughing is unethical.

"Where does it feel, Ran? okay?" Aunt Randy asked the question without pause, Randy, whose mouth was full of chocolate balls, couldn't answer the question. So he just answered with a nod.

I really want this self to laugh freely, when seeing the behavior of Mr. Randy and his aunt. But still I have to hold him. I just smiled at Mr. Randy whose mouth was full of chocolate balls.