My Husband is a King
Danish Tea at Mr. Edmund's House
"Sluuuur." The concoction tea was enjoyed by Eliana. The girl was sitting in an Arshville home and enjoying the tea she had just served.
"I'm sorry, Miss. We don't have much food to feed you. Forgive us" said Mrs Janice, wife of Mr. Edmund. He lowered his face in shame.
"Mrs Edmund, your concoction tea is more than enough. I really enjoy the smell and taste. If I could tell, where did you get this tea from?" eliana answered deliberately to encourage the host.
"Miss liked it? I'm so happy" Janice said with a smile. "This tea we got from Danishian. My husband brought her some fresh and green tea. Then, the Danishian tea was processed, I dried it and a little mixed with dried chamomile flowers."
"Emmm, I deserve to smell the scent of Chamomile flowers, although not too obvious," said Eliana.
"That's my husband." Janice immediately stood up and headed towards the door as soon as she saw the plontos-headed man with the hat sheathed around his neck.
"Darling, how?" ask the woman enthusiastically.
"I just had a conversation with the people about His Majesty the King's plan. And the citizens agree with Miss Eliana's idea, should Her Majesty the King succeed in negotiations with the prime minister" replied Mr. Edmund. The man sat on the porch. Take off the hat hanging from his neck, then use the hat to fan on him.
"I'll get you a drink." Without being asked by her husband, Janice went straight in to bring a cup of water.
"Thus ... Your Majesty the King hasn't returned yet?" eliana asked who had appeared from behind the door. He sat down on the terrace accompanying the newly arrived master Edmund.
"It doesn't seem like it yet, Miss. I am not with His Majesty" replied Mr. Edmund.
The sound of a glass and a porcelain teapot carried on a tray sounded. The sound of footsteps drew closer as well. "Here, drink you" said Janice, giving her husband a glass of water.
Without lingering, Mr. Edmund gulped down to the toilet of plain water in a glass.
Eliana who saw it wondered. "Mr Edmund, don't you like chamomile-flavored tea?" Eliana pointed at her glass that contained in the house.
Mr. Edmund and Mrs Janice looked at. "Sa-I don't like de-with te-tea, miss." Suddenly, Mr. Edmund stuttered.
In fact, for the people of Arshville tea is already a luxurious and rare drink for them.
Several luxury cars stopped near Mr. Edmund's house. The front car has the flag of the Raisilian kingdom. Guess who the car was carrying.
"Your Majesty," said Eliana, pleased and standing up.
"It's an honor for us to have a visit from His Majesty." The couple bowed in front of the king's car.
King Gerald went down and opened his glasses. "Sincerely, I accept" he replied.
"Will Your Majesty sit inside? Go ahead, Your Majesty," appoint Mr. Edmund to his living room chair.
"I'll just stand here." The king chose to stand beside his car.
"There's something I want to say!" king Gerald began to get serious.
"So, your prime minister agreed to allow you to build a yard around the house. But your prime minister, does not allow to re-dismantle the paving blocks. Looks like Eliana's plan is much needed this time!"
The message from King Gerald made the smiles of the lord and mistress Edmund appear. They immediately reported to the entire community, this happy news.
Residents flocked to Mr. Edmund's place to meet with Eliana.
"So, Miss encourages us to use hydroponic and tabulampot techniques?" One of the residents asked.
Eliana nodded confidently if her plan would be successful.
"Hore ...! We plant again! Hurrah!"