A Cup of Black Coffee
Chapter 5

We came to a restaurant that I knew was Hulya's favorite.

Because of his chaotic mood, I saw that he was not so enthusiastic about coming to this restaurant.

Before long it rained, I invited Hulya to sit in a slightly backward place, because after dinner, I planned to have a serious talk with her.

"Aren't you Papa Dek?" I was worried because he had been quiet ever since.

He hasn't talked to me much in the past. What else now. That's exactly what I was expecting.

Should I comfort my heartbroken wife? It's so sad it feels.

Soon someone came into the restaurant. She was with a woman whose appearance was quite fashionable.

That's Azam and I don't know with whom, maybe his future wife.

"Isn't that Mr Azam?" I asked Hulya.

Sure enough, when I mentioned Azam's name, my wife seemed very enthusiastic. But soon he turned back when he knew that his girlfriend did not come alone.

I smiled inwardly, why didn't he feel guilty about me for appearing to be expecting another man.

Then what is the function of our marriage is God, I explained.

"Aren't you going to say hello to Dek?" bargained.

He smiled stiffly at me, "do it, Mas, afraid of being disturbed," he refused.

I know in disappointment, maybe he thought Azam came alone. I wondered if the two of them had ever come to this restaurant, if it really meant it was possible that their appetites were the same.

While we were still silent with our respective thoughts, suddenly the figure of Azam approached our table.

He seems to know where we are.

"Mas Ragil, Miss Hulya?" sapana.

I stood up to greet him, may he invite us to join. Although it looks cruel, I only want my wife to open her eyes if the man she adores will belong to someone else.

"What a coincidence. Can we join? I brought my future wife," he said excitedly.

I saw Hulya's eyes dewy, it seemed like she was holding back her tears. I was worried, about to refuse or accept.

But it would feel strange if I didn't accept his request, what was the reason?

"May Mr. Azam, it just so happens to be more crowded," I replied as if.

He then returned to the table where his future wife was.

The appearance of the woman is much different from Hulya, if Hulya wears clothes that completely cover her aura perfectly, it is Azam's future wife dressed covered but looks more fashionable.

Moca's long dress with a long hijab alloy wrapped around her neck in matching colors fits perfectly on her body.

It's not that I admire her figure, it's just that it's Azam's taste.

"Assalamualaikum, I'm Sarah," said the woman introduced herself.

I only included a hand on the chest while introducing myself and also Hulya as my wife. I saw Hulya was reluctant to return Sarah's hand.

Seen from the way to reply with just the tip of his palm, then rush to release it.

I saw Hulya watching Sarah's performance. Maybe he was evaluating the future wife of his dream man.

"Where does he work?" suddenly Hulya asked Sarah a question.

Sarah smiled before answering Hulya's question. I heard a little bit of my wife's voice.

"I work in the office of Ms. Hulya," replied Sarah softly.

"Oh fast, how to dress ..." Hulya did not continue her words.

I really don't understand why the Hulya that I thought was gentle can reproach someone like this.

"meaning?" asked Sarah who I saw was also a bit hooked.

"Dad!" I nodded and then grabbed his hand.

He embarrassed me for Azam and Sarah. Hulya was like throwing dirt on my face blatantly, making me lose my pride as a husband.

"I'm sorry my wife Sarah" at last.

I saw Sarah sighing, "Papa Mas Ragil, '" he replied.

"It is not good to judge the appearance of a person just because it is not perfect. I hope Bu Hulya understands my words," Azam said in defense of his future wife.

Hulya clenched his hands, it seemed he did not accept being reprimanded by Azam who actually defended his future wife.

My God, my appetite is suddenly gone because of this tension.

Fortunately our order came, so I did not need to hear Hulya's words that seemed to provoke a commotion.

When Sarah was about to put the kale stir-fry into Azam's plate, it was suddenly stopped again by Hulya.

"Mas Azam does not like the kale of Sister Sarah, he likes this stir-fry shrimp," he said.

I choked on hearing Hulya's words, it turns out that the food she often serves me is Azam's favorite food.

My heart is slashed, it hurts so much.

"Drink Mas Ragil" Azam Latas gave me a bottle of mineral water.

"Thank you Mr. Azam" I said after clearing my throat.

"Call Azam Mas outside" he asked.

We both laughed to melt the tense atmosphere created by my wife.

"You seem to know once my future husband's favorite meal!" lick Sarah.

The smell of hostility was clearly created between the two.

"Honey, I also like kale kok," interrupted Azam who again thrust his plate to be filled again by Sarah.

"It's not that you want to please others and then get rid of your own feelings" Hulya said slowly.

But I'm sure we all heard it. Feeling that Hulya's attitude has gotten more outrageous I finally invited her out first.

Hulya was surprised because of my slightly rude attitude towards her. But he didn't refuse, he kept quiet until we were outside the restaurant.

"You're why Hulya! Why is your attitude so strange!" sharp say.

He looked away, obviously he wouldn't answer me.

"If you really like Azam, express your feelings! Don't hurt someone who doesn't know anything about how you feel!" I then left him alone and did not wait for his answer.

I saw him flinch, maybe he was surprised I knew the secret.

I chose to go back to the dinner table and apologize to Azam and Sarah. I'm sure they were also surprised by my attitude towards Hulya.

"I'm sorry for Hulya's attitude, Mr. Azam and Ms. Sarah, understand that she is in a hitch" I lie.

"Where is Bu Hulya Mas Ragil?" ask Azam.

I saw Sarah rebuking at Azam's question about my wife's whereabouts.

"She wasn't feeling well, sir, we should go home first. For our apologies. Let me pay for this food. Once again forgive my wife, especially to Sister Sarah," I said humbled myself.

It was unexpected that my wife could turn out like this. What because jealousy can make him turn violent.

I'm heading out to the parking lot. After arguing with Azam and Sarah who had rejected my offer. But I kept forcing them because of my guilt. I am ashamed to face both.

It could be because of Hulya's behavior they quarrel, hopefully not.

I saw Hulya still sitting in front of my car which was parked in front of the restaurant.

I deliberately did not invite him to talk, to be honest I was disappointed in him.

He was as silent as I was, not even a hint of guilt, or asking how I knew his secret.