Unite In Love

Soother Coffee

Ibra's gaze explained everything, I'm sure she still didn't believe completely between myself and the stray cat didn't have any special relationship.

I don't know what her little brain thinks until she can draw such a conclusion. I purposely referred to the strange woman as a stray cat so she wouldn't have to ask anything. It turns out that everything is just nonsense, brother Ibra even more suspicious of me. And I don't think I need to explain anything to him because I know it's not really important.

"Did you drive the stray cat safely?" Brother Ibra asked while sitting on his great chair. The look in his eyes seemed to explain that he was happy to see me engaging with a woman for the first time after a while.

"Don't guess! I know that guess is not true.

Don't mind me! Just look for my sister-in-law, and then you won't have to worry about when she'll have a grandchild." I looked back at Brother Ibra with a full glance.

Ahahahaha!

You freak! I asked seriously he was lazy to reply to me with his crisp laugh. I hope he's choking on his saliva. I grumbled while looking at the face of brother Ibra who was still filled with happiness. I didn't know? Is he really happy? Or just pretending? I really can't guess. For all I know, Ibra's life is much more stressful than riding a Roller Coster.

"Mama asked my sister to come home soon! A week? That's quite a long time for big brother, and this is enough." I said as I moved and sat on the sofa. Ibra seemed to think for a moment. When it comes to Mama, I'm sure Ibra's sister will comply with her wishes. Because for him Mama's wish was an absolute order that he could never deny, he was indeed a submissive child. Compared to me, he has all the qualities to be proud of.

"Binu... You know you can't go home. Mama is too cute to be around me. Every single thing I do, I'm afraid it's gonna disappoint her." Ibra tried to defend herself.

Bin's? The call was always out of his mouth if he felt desperate. I don't know what made him so depressed that he couldn't say anything in front of me. Should I ask him? I'm sure he won't say anything. I'm sure it's easier to move a stone than Ibra's heart, and it always frustrates me about it. I stood between Mama and Ibra, and this confused me even more. I'm confused how to reconcile them. I don't know who the shameless girl who broke her heart is, if I met her it felt like I wanted to slap her.

Sometimes Mama was childish and it made Ibra sad, I don't know how many tens of girls Ibra's sister refused, and I don't know how many tens more girls there are on our Mama's list to match her. A mature age does not necessarily make a person decide to immediately end his bachelor, and more important than just dating is to find a partner who can make it comfortable, I'm sure Ibra hasn't found a woman who can make her comfortable.

I don't know where that rare woman is, I hope she shows up in front of my very picky older brother.

"Tell Mama, your job isn't done. Brother will be home soon."

"Home home soon? Soon it's when? A week?Two weeks? Or even a month?"

"Son doesn't know."

"If you don't know, then who knows? What if Mama catches me with all her questions? Facing Mama is tantamount to facing a big boss who will never want to succumb to his subordinates.

You can go home and finish everything. If you can't be soft, you can ask Papa for help. That's the only advice I can give." I said as I got up from Ibra's office sofa.

"Where are you going?" Ibra asked as she got up from her seat.

"I want to get some fresh air. Everything feels boring!" I said quietly without taking my eyes off the beautiful face of Brother Ibra.

My brother seemed to let out a rough sigh, I'm sure he was bored as well. Unfortunately I couldn't ask him to be a kerestorant, I knew he would get bored there, what else if the women who deliberately came kerestorant just to see me looking at him. He will definitely decide not to set foot again at my place of business. Let brother Ibra think of what solution he will give in front of Mama, while I? I will continue to develop my business in the culinary field without being tied to family business. Fortunately my efforts were not too troublesome so I could help Sawn in running his company.

Ibra once asked why I prefer working with Sawn Praja Dinata instead of her? There was no reply from me other than to say that I felt comfortable around my best friend.

...***...

Meanwhile in a different place, a sweet boy was sitting on the floor while eating a boiled egg. Her happy face explained everything.

"Mommy... Husain wants more!"

"Unfortunately Mommy... You've eaten three hard-boiled eggs, son. It's time to eat, then pray, after that nap." I said as I looked at my dear son's face. No reply from him, Husain opened his thin lips and then opened his mouth willingly.

"Mommy.... When is Aunt Nisa coming home? Aunt Nisa said she'd buy Husain Ice Cream. Aunt Nisa's late."

"Horeee...." Husain said as he moved his fingers. The sweet boy was very enthusiastic. I don't know where Nisa is, she usually comes home.

"Mommy... Can Husain call his uncle Daddy?

The principal's mother said he was Daddy Husain. If that's true, Husain will feel great happiness." My handsome son asked while looking at me with a look full of hope.

"Husayn... Listen, boy! You can't call just anyone with Daddy's call. He's not your Daddy. That guy won't forgive you if you call him Daddy. Just looking at her face, Mommy's not sure she's a good person." I tried to convince Husain not to get involved with people he didn't know. My handsome son could only nod slowly, I knew he was not happy to hear my words. Whatever my day, he should be able to be independent without the need to think about the useless men who have abandoned him. All this time we've been fine with just three lives, and I don't need anyone else in this life.

...***...

I'm sorry Andriana, I forgot to bring your makeup kit. I left it in the Pantry. I'm really stupid, why can I forget that? Nisa said half an hour ago, she was angry at herself for not remembering my message.

Andriana's? Nisa always calls my last name if she feels sorry and guilty. Actually he didn't need to feel sorry or guilty for me, we lived like brothers and there was no 'Sorry' or 'Thank you' between the two of us.

"Sister Lulu is here? When's brother coming?" The question came out of Lais' lips as soon as she entered with her gloomy face.

"Just now!" Short reply.

Lais sat down near me while sighing harshly. Between being bored and being bored. I guess that's how she feels right now, I don't want to upset her by asking anything. That's why I let Lais dissolve in her own feelings.

"Don't know? I'm so pissed off."

Lais again opened the sound between the silence of the air. I could only hear his words without being able to comment.

"The annoying looking boss kept asking me to go back and forth just to make him coffee. If I'm pregnant I'll definitely miscarry because it sucks her.

But... Yes siii... Lais can not be denied, Lais is very happy sir Ibra asked Lais to continue making him coffee, it means Lais has a chance to look at his handsome face.

Oh my... With what did you create a creature as beautiful as Mr. Ibra...?" Lais smiled as she cupped her face. Hearing Lais say almost made me spit out everything I ate earlier.

Either Lais is exaggerated or I'm insensitive because I never saw the look of Mr. Ibra until I couldn't make sure Lais was lying or not. Nonetheless, I hope that I will never set foot again in this place. The place is actually headed by a man who is flattered Lais until he does not feel bored making coffee many times.

"Is he that handsome?" I asked while looking into Lais' eyes. There was no answer from him other than a smile.

"All right! May your love be avenged." My welcome slowly. Without being asked to make coffee for Lais. One and a half spoons of sugar and half a spoon of coffee.

I've heard about coffee lovers, so fond of coffee they can even find their own calm, I think the big boss who heads this place is one of them, one of them, I mean make coffee as a tranquilizer when fatigue comes whack soul.

"You just bring this coffee. I'm sure your Ibra sir will like it. If he doesn't like it you can resign immediately." I said as I prepared to leave Lais who was still busy with his ridiculous drift.

"Where's Lulu going?"

"Back home!" I replied slowly while waving to Lais.

Lulu Andriana's! Everyone calls me Lulu, but someone calls me Andriana. That's the name my late parents gave me. I thought I wouldn't be able to live without them by my side, it turns out that it's true that people of the time are the best healers, now that I've healed from my wounds. The wounds of the past that drain all my energy, tears or sadness have become my closest friends. Thank goodness for the presence of my sweet son Husain. Slowly it came back into my life like the Sun shining on the Earth.

Now I realize that the one who leaves will not be able to return but the Almighty God will not take a smile from us, there is always a way to be happy as long as we want to be patient for every test, he said, and grateful for every favor.

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