Married Little Princess Bestie
27. About Black Coffee

The days of the Bar passed by.

Because he was busy with his courses, he also rarely came into direct contact with Greg Darmawangsa. After all, ever since meeting Rhea, the man had been quieter. Choose not to comment on anything Binar does.

He can cook, prepare dishes also recommend menus that are usually managed by the butler.

Sometimes, Binar also gardening or just a walk to enjoy the luxurious courtyard of the luxury mansion. The woman became more active than usual.

This is supported by content conditions that are not as fussy as early pregnancy. His mood also improved with the activity. Binar had thought that, not as bad as it was also being a housewife.

He is free to have a lot of interest. Unlike school, Binar had the opportunity to choose the hard skills he wanted to pursue without curriculum or exams. When will he have that chance again?

Another thing that makes the days of Binar to be fun is the existence of Riswan who last few days worked at home.

Relying on one party's phone call to the other. Adrian who was originally in charge of supervising Binar returned to his starting position. Serving as an extension of Riswan in every situation and working conditions.

Just a little trouble, Riswan immediately nagged Adrian.

From then on, Binar had a strange habit of testing Riswan. About black coffee. The drink is said to be no longer drunk by her husband, but three days in a row instead downed by Riswan.

This second is also so. Binar repeats the habit while approaching Riswan.

If I may confess, Binar was curious. Why does Riswan who always accepts coffee treats made by Tria, not drink coffee at home? And why does he not protest every time Binar makes it?

With loyal glasses perched on his nose, the man was busy typing something through a smart tablet. His fingers are straight to string the word. Then gulp the coffee giving Binar slowly.

Of course Binar always watched the scene carefully. Making sure his coffee is downed completely by Riswan without waste.

Without saying anything, he observed Riswan's countenance in silence. Still from the reach of Binar's eyes, the man then swallowed the black coffee with one breath.

While pushing his glasses, Riswan gasped. Brushed down the corner of his wet lips, then glanced at the whereabouts of Binar who began to disturb him. Riswan continued on to the work, although a throw was fixed on Binar.

"I'm busy, Binar. Just talk later," he said.

But no matter the warning, Binar was staunchly staring at Riswan, "He doesn't like black coffee?" ask Binar directly on the goal. He wants to put the question in his head.

Riswan's view turned to one file, then back to square the contents on the tablet carefully, "Not not like," he chirped himself to answer, "My stomach is sensitive every drink excessive caffeine. So mending don't drink it all."

Following the subconscious being shocked to hear Riswan's confession, Binar snatched the cup in annoyance.

Spontaneously, he raised his voice, "Keep why spent?!"

Indifferent Riswan grunted softly. The man looked at Binar for a moment and delayed his activities, "You did."

"Oh, how's the stomach? I mean, what's the effect of drinking caffeine?" tanya Binar panicked not a bitch.

Three days.

What happened to Riswan after drinking his homemade coffee for three days?!

"Must be overcome, Binar. Not dangerous," he said while taking access from Binar. The man continued the bustle, igniting the increased emotion of Binar.

"How can that be solved, Uncle? I also feel guilty about giving uncle coffee constantly," he said.

Riswan pulled his glasses, and rubbed a rough face. He put all his focus on Binar.

"Brease briefly, severe even the most diarrhea. I prefer high-protein milk mixed with chocolate chips, so from now on you can stop making unsalted coffee that has not been hot" he explained.

"Why shut up, Uncle? I should have said from the beginning! If I don't feel good myself," complained Binar.

The guilt is not just black coffee, but also the stupidity of Binar who knows nothing.

"Keep these three days what condition is uncle?! Or maybe your uncle works at home because he's not feeling well? I called uncle's personal doctor, huh?"

"Sttt..." Riswan approached in order to grab the back of Binar's hand. The man tried to give calmness, keeping Binar from feeling excessive guilt.

"I like coffee too. Most dear dong if thrown away," he whispered while giving a grip, "It has absolutely nothing to do with my decision to work from home, Binar. I'm fine."

"Minimum uncle says!"

Anxious with Binar's anger, Riswan pinched the woman's cheek briefly. Her sweet smile. It was more romantic than usual.

"I'm glad you made it, so let's just remove all the problems. Okay?" he put forward a deal.

"Promise next time immediately say," said Binar affirm the agreement.

Riswan nodded steadily.

"Promise if you're not feeling well?"

He grimaced again before nodding his head.

The man then rattled Binar's hair briefly. Then back to face his towering work files. Personal binar has not budged, he makes sure once again that Riswan is fine.

"It's my last day working at home, Binar. Tomorrow I need to be in some town in Borneo. I can't take you anywhere either, so instead of the hotel nganggur mending at home just continue studying. You don't mind, do you?"

Binar was silent for a moment.

"How long?" only those two words crossed his mind.

"Seven days at the most. The good news is I have a new tutor to accompany you to study," Riswan added with a face sumringah.

But Binar has not yet moved to curl a smile. The woman thought of the worst possibility that would hit her when Riswan was not home. Anxiety.

"Can't I come?" tanya Binar made an offer.

The man caught his breath, looking seriously considering Binar's request. Then he looked at his wife full of tenderness, while making a quiet voice full of wisdom.

"When what happens? The first three days I had to move around the city. You're afraid you're tired."

"I don't want to be home alone" Binar whined, making Riswan again land a soft caress on the top of his head.

"Greg doesn't bother you anymore, does he? You can't keep coming with me, Binar."

"Uncle deliberately work at home because there is a plan to leave, huh?" accuse Binar.

It must have been Riswan's appeal that Binar allow his business trip. His suspicion felt more real when Riswan's eyes dodged. The man even threw his face away.

"So this is just a trick for me to agree?" barar's insistence on blaming suspicion.

The question made Riswan drop his eyes. There were a handful of nanars that he showed Binar.

"I sincerely want to accompany you, Binar. Whatever it is to be considered. What is clear is that my business trip is absolute, if necessary I send to you also a copy of the schedule."

The cold tone was then thrown. It left a gripping atmosphere between them. To hell with an improved and controllable mood! In fact, it was Binar who caused their atmosphere to be chaotic instantly.

Again, the bar just lowered its head. Drifting in the dispute caused by his ever-excessive curiosities.

Shit, until when does he want to be the cause of their relationship?