My Rich Husband's
The Part 31
Diora walked with a tray of her order to the table where Davis and George were sitting. Self service is applied to the cafe where it is currently located so that there are no waiters who will deliver visitor orders.
“Basic men .. never sensitive,” grumbled Diora. He had difficulty carrying a tray to balance the glass so that the contents did not spill again, because the contents of the hot cappuccino had slightly come out of the glass due to the shaking of his unbalanced hands.
While the two men he cursed, were seen talking to each other. I don't know what they're talking about, it seems so serious about their faces that they don't have any expression.
“Please drink first... I treat you, so there is no need to replace it,” Diora said after putting hot cappuccino in front of the two men whose chatter they stopped when Diora came.
“Sama-sama,” circus Diora because no thanks were made from Davis and George. They even looked at the glass that had a bit of a cappuccino stain on the outside with a flat look.
Diora sat herself in an empty chair, as there were only three seats, so it was the only one she could sit on. Put the cake and drink, sipping his favorite iced. To be honest, she was also thirsty from crying for too long and had not been drinking at all.
“I want you to change my car,” Davis said in an open voice on their main topic. By folding his hands to look haughty and domineering, he looked at Diora who was now eating mousse.
“I'll be in charge of fixing your car,” Diora replied. He pulled out his phone, there were hundreds of notifications of messages and missed calls from people he left at the hotel. He did not care about that, the focus was to ask Google, how much the car repair price he knew was Bugatti La Voiture Noire. “What? ... can I buy a new car,” murmured after seeing the estimated cost he needed for repair. “I will install for the repair, because I do not have this much money.” He showed the article he had just read to Davis.
“Ohh .. Thank goodness if you don't ask me to fix it, you're a really nice guy sir.. You've given me a waiver, so I don't have to spend any money I can to buy a new car.” A smile of relief was etched on Diora's face, she thought Davis would not sue her and not magnify their problems.
“I didn't tell you to fix my car, but I told you to change my car,” Davis said. Making Diora who was previously relieved to be able to enjoy her dish calmly turned into astonishment.
“What?” screeched Diora, looking at Davis with a shocked face. “You mean, you asked me to replace your car with a new one?” diora asked in shock after digesting what Davis meant.
“Ya ... You have to replace my car with the same car, same output, same color, same license plate, same way to pay cash without credit when I buy it, and the features in it are also the same,” explained Davis scattered the entire series of conditions, then gave a smile that for Diora was terrible.
“Mana can be like that .. Your car can still be repaired,” refuse Diora objected. “Again also only slightly damaged the back, not totally damaged which makes it a junk car,” he added.
“I don't like my things that are damaged and repaired, for me damaged goods deserve to be thrown away, not used anymore,” elak Davis arrogantly.