My best friend Muhallil's husband
Cup of Coffee

"Come, we go into the room." With his wife, Farhan and Ameera step into the room in an elevator.

After entering the room, Ameera again amazed by the size and interior that is very different from her home. He didn't think Farhan would be that rich.

Not to compare. But, the place was very much different from Mas Dion's house.

"If you want to rest, just sleep. Go to the workroom. Tomorrow there is an important meeting, so you have to see some document reports first" Farhan told Ameera.

"Yes, Mas. Meera wants to get these clothes cleaned. When you're done, Meera will deliver you coffee" Ameera said.

Farhan nodded, he exited the room and headed for his study.

Ameera circled her gaze around all corners of the room with many wedding photos of herself and Farhan in a large white frame.

Not until there, Ameera again found his picture and Farhan from the time they were just growing up until the time of marriage, all his photos are neatly arranged in one large frame and are located on the wall above their headboard.

Ameera made head bobbles. Feeling strange about her husband's habit of collecting photographs of their times.

With a smile, Ameera headed for the walk-in closet next to the toilet. He began to arrange his clothes that were not too much of it. He smiled when he saw that there were many shar'i clothes that must have been prepared for him.

Ameera picked up some interesting shari'i clothes in her eyes and tested them without wearing her clothes. He darted in front of the big mirror while smiling.

"It's so pretty. Mas Farhan knows my taste very well" he said in praise.

After clearing things up, Ameera went down and headed for the kitchen. Keep his promise to the husband to make him coffee.

"Is there anything we can do to help Madam?" ask the ART who was in the kitchen when he saw the presence of Ameera.

"Hem. I want to make coffee" he replied.

"What coffee, ma'am? let me make it." the ART started to pick up the glass but his hand stopped when Ameera touched his hand.

"No, let me do it alone. You continue the rest of the work" said Ameera.

"But-but, Mistress?" cut sang's. ART hesitates.

"It's okay. Let me make the coffee. You just show me where the coffee grounds are usually drunk by Mas Farhan," he said.

Ameera started putting coffee grounds into Coffe Maker. After waiting for a while, the coffee made by Ameera was available instantly.

"May I ask?" ameera asked ART who was standing next to her. Afraid that something was needed by the Madam but she did not hear it.

"Of course you can, Madam. You don't have to hesitate," replied the ART clumsily.

"Where is Mas Farhan's workspace?" ask Ameera.

"There, Him." The ART pointed to a room located near the Tivi room.

Ameera followed the ART's index finger and nodded.

"Thank you" said Ameera.

"Sa-sama-sama," replied the ART nervously.

Then, she brought the glass containing coffee to her husband's office.

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"Lake in!" sahut Farhan from within.

Ameera entered, Farhan greeted his wife with a warm smile.

"Mas, here's the coffee." Ameera placed her cup of coffee beside Farhan.

"No, Mas. The coffee was made by the Coffe Maker machine. Meera just helped put in the coffee powder," he explained.

"Just the same. It's important you do everything, right?" exclaim Farhan who returned to check his important files.

Ameera sat on the sofa that was opposite Farhan. He leaned his back and looked at Farhan fixedly.

Feeling being noticed by someone, Farhan immediately looked towards Ameera.

"Why?" asked Farhan who turned his attention back to the pile of files.

"Thank you for that beautiful shar'i outfit, Mas."

Farhan chuckled softly. Still sitting in his great chair, he stared at Ameera.

"Why should you thank me? Isn't it your duty to provide for all your needs? Sandang, food, birth and inner living" explained Farhan.

"Thank you, Mum. Because he has become a good husband by fulfilling all these obligations," said Ameera.

"Ah, I forgot to tell you something, Meera." Farhan patted his own eel as he felt completely forgotten.

"What, Mas? It seems so important!" cetus Ameera's.

"Tomorrow night, our company holds an annual event. All office colleagues are required to attend. Can bring a partner or family," said Farhan.

"Who do you usually come with, Mom?" ask Ameera.

"on its own. Since you're already there, you want to attend as well?" farhan asked for his wife's approval.

"Of course you want, Mas. Where does Farhan's office work?" ask Ameera who wants to solve her curiosity.

"FA Company" Farhan replied.

Hearing a name that seemed familiar to him, Ameera fell silent for a moment as her mind wandered to think where she had heard the name. His mind continued to wander far away, trying to pry into his own mind in order to recall the memory of his memory concerning the FA Company that was said by Farhan.

"Why silence, Meera?" ask Farhan in wonder.

"It's okay, Mom. It's just ... as often heard the name of the company. But don't know where and when Meera heard it" he said.

Farhan secretly smiled faintly. The smile was as thin as a fine line. Can only be seen by himself. No one else realized he was smiling.

"Who works there, too?" tanya Farhan fishing. He already knew the answer to his own question.

"Come, Mas. Meera can't remember any more. It looks like it is a famous company. But, it could be that Meera doesn't remember," he replied with a chuckle.

Did Mas Dion work there? Ahhh .. I totally forgot! ameera shouted in her heart.

"Already, already. Don't think about it anymore" Farhan said, awakening Ameera from her daydream. "Tomorrow you came straight to Sritta's boutique, huh? My mom told me you were coming tomorrow. Later, after you are done, Mas just pick you up there," said Farhan.

"Good, Mas. Then Meera went back to the room. It's Zuhur, Mas. Do not forget the new prayer continue your work again. Do not neglect the obligations that we are supposed to live," Ameera advised as she passed.

"Yes, Meera." Farhan replied in a soft tone.

After Ameera disappeared from behind the door, Farhan stared blankly in any direction.

"You must be busy thinking about who often mentions the name of the FA Company, right? So you feel familiar with that name" Farhan murmured

And sure enough, while walking Ameera's mind was still busy wandering somewhere. Until now, he was still guessing and remembering who someone was who also worked at the FA Company.

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