My Rich Husband's
The Part 30
“Pardon our mistakes gentlemen,” Diora said after successfully persuading Davis. He bent his body slightly to show the seriousness of his mistake.
“Nona, you're too good to be the wife of a terrible man like her,” chirps one of the riders who came last to see.
“If you can't keep quiet! My gun will penetrate your esophagus,” threatened Davis did not accept he was said to be terrible.
“Sorry .. sorry, but I am not his wife,” Diora explained by giving a gesture of hand movement. “I don't want to be a man's wife like her, can die standing up because of fear every day,” shriek but can be heard by Davis.
“What you said!” sumpul Davis stared intently at the beautiful woman who made him so obsessed with having her.
“Nothing, we have solved the problem both of us not here,” asked Diora. Stroll and force Davis to follow him.
“We finish at the front cafe there with a cool head,” said Diora pointed to a cafe located two hundred and fifty meters from their current location.
“Agree.” Davis opened Diora's car, directly sitting in the steering wheel.
“Hey ... why did you get in my car,” the angry Diora tried to get Davis out by pulling her arm.
“Allah! if you don't want to make a fuss on the street for the second time,” Davis said. “I'm afraid you'll escape responsibility, if I let you drive yourself,”.
Diora stomped her feet on the asphalt, annoyed with Davis at will. “May I not be a match with him,” his prayer while closing the car door tight.
Davis smiled at Diora's adorable behavior. “Don't expect you to get away from me,” Davis said, pulling up next to the corner of her lips. Then gas into the cafe.
It did not take long, only three minutes they had arrived in front of the cafe. So did George who followed them in Davis's car. They got out of the car at the same time.
“Who are you talking to?” ask Diora did not understand who was spoken to, himself or the Antarctic man who always followed where Davis went. He looked around for an empty table.
“You! Who else,” Davis. “You don't think I'm thirsty talking to you,” he continued.
“Ohh .. wrong yourself you always yell when you talk,” always Diora. “There ... we sit there only,” invite him to point at the most empty corner table.
“You blame me!” berang Davis is not to blame.
“Download your voice ... look at us as a spectacle material,” interrupted Diora after seeing the gaze of all cafe visitors who feel unbearable. “You guys sit there first, I'll order you a drink,”. Then we walked to the place that said order here.
“Two hot cappuccino and one iced caramel macchiato,” message Diora to cafe employees.
“There's more miss?” haggling employees cafe.
“Mmm ...” Diora thought while looking at the cake neatly arranged in the showcase cake. “Triple choco with cheese mousse cake one,” he added. “They want also no yes?” he asked himself and saw two men sitting in a corner. “Ah does not need, later even increase their stamina, it could be louder voice if talking when full,” looks like.
“That's enough,” reply Diora did not forget to give a smile, when employees offer a series of other menu recommendations.
“Please ... enjoy yourself, and please maintain the calmness and cleanliness of the cafe,” said the cafe employee gave a tray containing Diora's order while smiling kindly.
“Sorry.” Diora smiled awkwardly at the appeal, thinking that she was being rebuked for Davis. Though it is the procedure of the cafe to always say it.