The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 76

Although last night there was chaos in the cafe, but that does not mean Bian and Amara do not plan to open the cafe today.

As Bian used to do before the cafe opened, the man got off early to lead the briefing.

For Bian, a brief briefing before starting work at the cafe is very important to do as a pedestal or forum where he can provide direction, input, motivation, information, and so on, even asking and discussing with employees about things that are considered necessary to be done for the smooth operation of the cafe.

In connection with the persecution incident that occurred last night, Bian also reminded eleven workers not to directly involve Amara if they find guests who troublemaker.

"You can report first to the captain waiter, or to Dika in the operator's room," Bian added casually. "Don't let kayak semalem happen again."

"The problem, sir, is that the captain waiter went the same bang Dika," Tari explained. "I also asked Eka to report to the mother because in addition to the mistiram I use juice, the guest also ngancem want to slap me if not call who has a cafe."

"Yes, sir," another employee added, "We know if that person wants to find trouble. Even though I am the same Eka also tried to find out and obviously if who has a cafe can not go down. Eh, the guests even insist to brag-ngacak cafe."

Later, Bian heard all the complaints of his employees one by one about the various complaints they faced that made them forced to report to Amara.

"Continue, the mother's time suddenly dropped," said another employee. "The guest suddenly went on stage and made an announcement. In fact, the mother had no instructions we should do. He just told us to get rid of the guest that brought the little boy. Next, yeah .. directly storm like that. We are confused when it turns out that the person concerned was the ex-wife of the Father. We can only be on them."

Bian smiled amusedly at their complaints, understanding the situation last night did not allow them to do anything.

"Yes, that's what happened" said Bian calmly. "But, I mean, in the future if you find another guest who is like a man or a woman, do not involve the mother again if I no longer exist. If the guest really rese and the situation is difficult, you can call me or just throw away the guest directly."

"Well, sir, if we evict a guest who is doing that," said Eka innocently. "Will we get fired, sir?"

Bian held back a choked laugh hearing his sister-in-law's question. Eka and Amara have too much in common. No wonder they are brothers. Both women had a tendency to think about the long-term consequences and risks.

"If the guest is really rese, just throw it away is okay. It won't get you fired for no reason" Bian said once again, emphasizing his every word. "It would be foolish to lose the best employees I have just because of one guest who is not necessarily happy for me."

As the employees smiled broadly, Bian lifted the watch and found the briefing had already passed for nearly thirty minutes. In fact, usually the briefing only runs about fifteen minutes.

So, Bian stood up from the seat and said, "Okay, that's all from me. Happy work, guys. The spirit!"

"Ready, Sir!" exclaim the employees simultaneously before finally disbanding and doing their respective tasks.

When Bian had just climbed upstairs and rejoined his wife's son, Amara immediately complained gloomily, "What's the length of the briefing, Ay? Usually no more than fifteen minutes."

Bian approached Amara who was holding Biandra while making milk for her son. Instead of answering Amara's question, he took Biandra from his wife's arms, but Bian's eyes scanned Amara's face, which seemed to be getting dimmer.

In fact, she could see Amara's lips were a little pale even though the woman had already reviewed the lipgloss. Then, Amara turned around and walked towards the dispenser to pour hot water into the milk bottle.

Today Amara does look more lethargic than usual, and Bian still suspects it was caused by an overnight incident. Indeed, lately his wife has always been more spoiled and a little sensitive, but today Bian is completely aware that Amara is indeed unusual.

Amara turned around and handed the milk bottle to Bian, then the man inserted the pacifier into Biandra's mouth carefully. Bian stood while holding Biandra in the fold of his left hand, while his right hand held the milk bottle. So, he could not lift Amara's chin to see the look on her face, making sure that something was wrong with his wife.

"Darling, let Alif alone later finish his toy if he has finished bathing," said Bian gently when he saw Amara biting his lips as if holding back pain. "Can not a day just look at the messy house—"

"Not good at it, later you are not comfortable if in a messy house," said Amara as she leaned over and grabbed a toy under the table. "Find comfort outside the home. That is a man, all the little things in the house can be used as alesan."

"You are so, Ra, he thought? Your brain circuitry is damaged by the semalem jatoh?" reply Bian while staring at Amara who still refused to stop cleaning up. "From the morning you keep making noise, Ra, you realize?"

Only then did Amara turn her head and look at Bian inexhaustibly. "What's the noise? I'll just answer your words."

"But what am I talking about, you answer where," said Bian a little annoyed. "Where is the cynicism again the tone. I'm talking all right from morning, Ra, your sensitive room today. I'm just telling you to rest because your face shoots up, honey. You even nyolot discussed I'm not comfortable, here, that's. What do you want, Ra?"

Amara swallows the clots that clog the esophagus. He looked at Bian with reddened and foggy eyes, then put the toy in his hand and took the Biandra and the milk bottle from Bian's lap.

"If I'm the same I said," said Amara as she swallowed a tear that made her throat hurt. "No need to snap like that. From semalem pas dateng you snapped me, now—"

"Who snapped at you?" sahut Bian is confused. "His eyes are sensitive to confusion from waking up. I was just worried about you, not—"

Say Bian disconnected when heard one of his employees who said, "Sir, sorry, there are guests who nyariin Mr below."

Given that time had just shown at half-eleven, Bian could not guess who the guests who had come to visit him that early.

"Who?"

"Bahtiar with Tiara said," the employee explained. "So he said he had tried to call you for ngabarin, if they were on the way here for a car nuker all discussed the results of last night's meeting because you went home first."

Since the last time he received a call from Yuanita this morning, Bian did turn off his phone immediately because he did not want anyone to interfere. He grabbed the phone on the table near Amara and turned on the phone, then saw some chat Bahtiar sent.

The content of the message was exactly as the employee explained. So, Bian said, "Let them wait a minute and please get ready to drink, huh? I'm down for a second."

"Yes, sir."

Hearing the name Tiara mentioned, Amara immediately looked at Bian suspiciously after his employees went down.

"With your ex?" guess Amara without further ado.

"Yes ..."

"Oh, your pantesan snapped I'm right home. Disturbing, huh?" concluded Amara cynically. "And I didn't ask you to go home—"

"Yes Alloh, Ra .. What do you want to talk about?" Bian had almost run out of ways to deal with Amara's attitude. "It has nothing to do with— at all"

Bian could not finish his sentence when Amara entered the room and closed the door.