That Tiny Girl is my wife
COFFEE MADE ANNA

Anna entered her in-laws room with a tray of two cups of coffee. From the smell, it's like good, but I don't know what it tastes like. May the era be good.

Saga and Elgar, the two men of the same generation swallow the same saliva. Tension was on their faces. Strange indeed, just want to drink coffee, but so hard. I want to drink coffee mixed with cyanide.

"Come on Pah, sister, try the coffee made by Anna." Anna said as she thrust a tray towards the two of them who happened to be sitting almost opposite. Anna smiled widely, in stark contrast to the two men in front of her who had to smile.

If I may ask, Elgar would love to turn back the clock. Returning to those few minutes, resisted when Anna offered to make coffee for him.

"Bah, Saga, how dumb. Coffee was taken. Kasian Anna is tired," said Mila.

With a feeling of remorseless and very forced, Elgar and Saga took each one of the cups of coffee on the tray.

"Remain sure, Papa and Kak Saga will be addicted to my homemade coffee."

"Wow, mama will lose competitiveness like that." Kelakar Mila and immediately greeted with laughter by Anna. Elgar and Saga, do not ask, let alone to laugh, just breathe feel tight.

"Let's try." Said Mila who had seen Saga and Elgar just staring at the coffee.

"Still hot Mah, then." Elgar put the coffee on the nightstand. Feeling that it was the most appropriate idea, Saga followed him by putting his coffee on the nightstand.

They then continued chatting for a while, asking about Anna's plans for this school year to list lectures. Even though her brain is fit, Anna wants to try to take the entrance test of state college.

Not wanting his coffee to be cold and not good to drink, Anna again invited her husband and in-laws to immediately enjoy her coffee.

"Drink the coffee first, and if it's cold it's not good."

Elgar and Saga stared at each other for a while, sighed heavily then picked up the coffee on the nightstand.

Elgar stared at the horror of the coffee in front of him. There's no way to escape. Starting with bismillah, he started sipping his coffee.

"Where is Pah, good?" Anna looked very curious, curious as to what her in-laws thought.

"Enak, how delicious your coffee is. It's almost like mom's work."

Anna was very excited to hear the compliment. Not in vain the effort earlier, even until his hand was hit by a little hot water.

It's smart papa acting. Can his face really drink delicious coffee?

Saga believes her papa is just acting like her mother ordered.

"Sir Saga, how not to drink?"

"I, yes, dear."

God, why can I regfek call Anna baby. It couldn't have been just because of the acting, I became comfortable with that call.

Saga lifted up his coffee cup. This time he could only resign himself to a taste that might hurt his tongue, disturb the comfort of his throat and make him want to vomit.

As the coffee landed in her mouth, Saga was dumbfounded.

Great, how could Anna make this good coffee?

"Papa did not think you could make coffee as good as this An." Elgar sipped his coffee again.

"Thank you Papa." Unthinkably the heart of Anna. Being able to make coffee was already an incredible achievement for him.

"Look at your coffee." Saga praised with a smile looking at Anna.

After dinner, the two went home. Saga refused when her mother asked to stay the night. But he promised to visit his mother often. As well as asking the woman who had given birth to him not to worry too much about him.

Along the way home, Saga still kept thinking about the good coffee earlier. Is that really the coffee Anna made? Or do not do, even art in the kitchen?

"Emmm...An, did the coffee actually make you?" Ask Saga while looking at the side. Rather than being curious, mending asked although it was likely that Anna would be offended.

"Why, Saga doesn't believe that I can make good coffee?" Sure enough, Anna looked offended. "Don't you think I'd be wrong to tell the difference between sugar and salt, like any other novel?"

Saga smiled absurdly while scratching his nape, honestly, that was what he was afraid of.

"I'm not as stupid as they were in the novel. Before I put sugar in a cup, I taste it."

Saga smiled hearing that. It seemed that he underestimated Anna too much.

"I think that in 24 hours over 365 days, your brain is never brilliant, it turns out there are times when you are smart too."

"Sir Saga." Anna shouted while hitting Saga's arm. What a disgrace to her husband.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm just kidding." Saga rubbed gently the head of the girl who was again pouting it.

"See this." Anna showed the back of her hand that was slightly blistered due to the splashing of hot water.

"God, why is it like this?" Saga looked for a while and refocused on the streets.

"Because hot water makes coffee."

"Why just said? Must be treated immediately so as not to imprint. Yeah, well, I'll be home, brother, treat."