One Night Stand With Brother In Law
Chapters. 27 Sharing of Feelings

Farida seemed to focus on the contents of the financial statements she read. There were some things that he thought were awkward, but he did not want to ask the Emperor any more. It was the same as giving the stage to the man to further play tricks on him.

"Hey you, make me coffee."

Farida stopped her movements for a moment, but continued again. As if it did not care about the Emperor's orders.

"You!" furious the Emperor wanted to get angry but held back by clenching his hands forward.

"Did you say something, sir?" he said without guilt

The Emperor narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Farida. The woman still looked haughty, as if indifferent to her superior.

"Make me coffee."

"Who?"

"You, who else is in this room!" he ran out of patience.

"I? Hmm, I thought you said that to your chair or closet, for not saying my name," Farida got up. He walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" ask the Emperor again.

"Call OB to make coffee."

The emperor took another breath. It was very difficult to talk to this woman. It was easy for him to reverse every word he said.

"You make coffee, not anybody else."

"Why should I? I'm your partner, that's written on the agreement paper I signed yesterday. Not your servant or your wife. Although here my job is almost like your personal assistant, but legally we are only partners! And making coffee isn't part of my job."

When saying that the sunlight from the side window hit Farida's white face so as to amaze the Emperor who was looking at her. The man nodded and focused on their conversation.

"Do you remember the point of this pre-cooperation. The first point is that this cooperation is based on the basis of mutual benefit. If anyone feels aggrieved, they can appeal.

The second point, I as the leader of this cooperation. As a leader, I have every right to command you."

"However, coffee is not included in it," Farida cut out not to be outdone.

"If you want to work with a company then you have to provide good service, especially the leader so that they are interested in working with us. This is one of his lessons. Unfortunately, you're 0 on this."

"Well, I'll make it!" said Farida jerked her feet to the floor and rushed out of the room by slamming the door

"Whatever you do. What matters is that there's coffee on my desk." The Emperor smiled to himself while biting the tip of his pen. It was fun to prank the girl.

Moments later, Farida came with a tray containing two cups of coffee that was still steaming as well as a jar of food in his hand.

The fragrant aroma immediately smelled freshly thrust into the Emperor's nose. He immediately turned his head, looking at Farida inside. I don't know what the man was thinking, which was obviously something mysterious.

"Your coffee, Sir." Farida placed the coffee cup on the Emperor's table. After that, he took the tray to the table, where he finished his work. After which, he took out the lunchbox from his bag and took out the contents that turned out to be white sago cakes.

Without a pungent taste he drank his coffee cup while eating the cake.

"Hm."

Suddenly the Emperor was already sitting nearby while looking at him intensely.

"Not shameless!" he wants to take the cake.

Farida hugged the food jar. "Why is that?"

"This is mine," said Farida not to be outdone. "Nothing in the agreement to share food."

"Ish, only food like that is miserly! You can buy another one, I'll give you the money."

"It's not for sale anywhere, I made it last night to sleep until midnight."

"I was curious about the taste of the food. It must be as your face," said the Emperor, who was replied with Farida's eyes.

"Is your hobby of insulting that person never lost...." Farida had almost been flabbergasted if they had met before.

"What do you mean?" the Emperor asked suspiciously.

"It's okay. Hm. I'm not going to split this cake because it's just a little bit. You just tell me what food you want, sir, I'll order it."

At the same time the sound of the Emperor's stomach.

"What is the sound of your stomach" said the Emperor.

Both of them laughed loudly. He handed the cake to the Emperor.

"Eat, I don't want to see you faint from hunger" Farida said.

The emperor opened the food lid. Instantly the fragrant smell of bread was felt on his nose.

"Once upon a time, Mom Dara liked to make dry bread one of the things I liked was snow princess bread. The bread looks white and clean like a pile of snow.It tastes sweet on the outside and savory beans on the inside. I like it so much."

The emperor began to eat Farida's dry bread

"Does he like to make it?" ask Farida.

"Only if lebaran. Now, he was busy taking care of Jasmine and Dad. They really spend their time."

Farida listened carefully to the Emperor's story about his family. Sometimes he laughs when he tells her about his childhood with Rose. There was a twinkle implied, as if that time was the time that made him the happiest.

"So you and Miss Rose aren't blood sister sisters?" ask Farida.

"No, but I love him more than anyone. He was the one who taught me to laugh and smile." When saying that there was a tone of sadness in the Emperor's voice.

"Is he married?"

The emperor pursed his lips tightly. Remembering that the last time they met, Rose had just survived her suicide attempt. The tightness hit his chest again.

"The crown is over, sorry. I guess I'm starving. Since last night I have not eaten anything" said the Emperor. He showed me the little jar was empty.

The man then cleaned his mouth with a tissue and returned to his desk.

Farida smiled faintly in response. Start tidying up her desk, then tell Betty to call OB to bring the dirty cup.

For a moment, Farida looked towards the Emperor who looked serious about his work. What work makes him forget to eat? Or something personal that caused it? How is the boss' relationship with Cantika? The man did not even mention the names of his wife and child at all in the story. Isn't that a strange thing? Think Farida.

The more deeply, Farida even more clueless with the way the Emperor thought. The man was very secretive about his personal problems, but he had easily told me about his parents and younger siblings. Especially Rose.

Yes, Rose, that woman always looked cynical when they met. He seemed to be very unhappy with the marriage of the Emperor and Cantika. His gaze was like harboring hatred. Is he jealous? It is impossible for brother and sister to be jealous of each other.

Various things perched on Farida's mind, making her dizzy. He looked back at the Emperor. At the same time the Emperor raised his face and looked back at Farida. For a moment the gazes they met made a strange vibration on the two that could not be explained logically.