The Bitter Three's
Terms For Raka

Galuh took a breath of tension when he found Indra already in his cafe, sitting casually on one of the lounge couches with a cup of coffee mixed with whisky smelled from the strong aroma.

The man of Javanese-Arab-Dutch blood spread his hands welcoming Galuh and Hanifa while grinning sumringah.

"Still late in the afternoon have mebok aja, penitent bro, great grandmother lo again dying," grumbled Galuh.

"That's why I mabok,"

"Geez, grandma complex,"

"Eyang Amara is the only one I trust in this world. And last night he was critical again. I don't know tomorrow morning,"

"Sholat dong, don't even mabok in my cafe! Sana raib!"

"Just this time there are shareholders who are expelled as their own managers! Gede, too!" Omel Indra's.

Galuh took a broom from one of the employees and pointed it at Indra, "Awas you disturbing my future boy, dead at your place!" Threatening Galuh.

"Huh? Balloon candidate?" ask Indra. The man's reflexes turned towards Hanifah. "You've got the chocolate, haven't you baby?"

"What'an darling!" Galuh hit Indra's calf slowly with a broom handle.

"I work first" replied Hanifah short while covering directly into the kitchen.

The problem doesn't stop there. As Hanifah processed the dough, souschef and one of the dishwashers patted it.

"Mrs Hanifah, "hisses them.

"Yes?"

"From tomorrow we resign from here, drawn by Mr. David, we will return to the force. He said he no longer needed to keep an eye on Ms. Hanifah" they whispered.

"Alhamdulillah, so they've found my ex-husband's killer?" Whisper Hanifah.

"From the beginning it was also known who the suspect was, Mom. But if disturbed, we can be sure that all lives are in danger, because we live in a multicultural community" Souschef said.

"So for everyone's safety, Ms. Hanifah doesn't have to find out. Let the court of the hereafter avenge him. The important thing is that your position is safe,"

"Also," the dishwasher added in a low voice, "We appeal once again, don't dress too closely. They're sensitive to certain groups,"

"But I don't have to dress up like Sister Susan, do I?!"

"Yes, don't be that drastic, Miss Susan is too late" whispered the agents, chuckling.

"Sir Galuh came, disperse,"

"Thank you for your cooperation so far, yes" said Hanifah.

"God bless," replied Souschef as he formed the cross on his chest.

"Yes Ma'am, Assalamu'alaikum," replied the dishwasher, retreating.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," whispered Hanifah as she continued her work.

"Mbak Hani," Galuh said, handing over a new menu list. "We have a new product. I discussed it with Indra. Can you try to make an initial model? Ms. Hani will cooperate with Pak Jaya,"

Pak Jaya is the Pastry Chef at the cafe.

"Ah, because souschef will resign tomorrow?" Guess Hanifah.

Galuh glanced at Souschef who was also the agent. "Rubber," her smile was full of meaning. "This is Hanifah's chance to show her ability,"

"I will try my best," Hanifah looked at Galuh with sparkling eyes, the woman looked excited.

"It's a recipe from me, I hope you guys can develop a different idea for the display" Galuh said.

"Mas Galuh ... Try the recipe yourself?"

"Yes, the bejad in front of it asked to be made five-star pastry with his favorite flavor of magic. He thought it was easy to find a similar taste but still halal, all night I did not sleep because of this recipe," said Galuh.

Galuh did not sleep all night even though the next morning he had just held a press conference.

Making Hanifah more fascinated with the figure of the man.

"Ba-well Mas, we try to make a more varied model" said Hanifah.

Galuh continued his work by checking the work of other employees and stock of goods.

Hanifah was still stunned staring at the man. If you think, Galuh who low profile actually more usual than David. The man was not ashamed to learn from below, even serving Susan's selfishness. She can do business, she can be a reliable employee, she can also cook and even take care of her two twin daughters.

Hanifah subconsciously compared Galuh with David who was originally used as a role model husband dream.

And without realizing it, Hanifah's cheeks again met with redness.

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Alwa sat in the mosque after performing the Ashar prayer and taught a little. He needs to confide in the Almighty about the turmoil of his heart. Throughout the day his mind was filled with Raka's distinctive grinning face.

Then, that kiss.

So intense and deep. Greedy and greedy.

Also, it is not easily forgotten.

Alwa felt very guilty.

Think of other men, besides their own husbands. What an out-of-bounds thing! How thought.

But how? After Alwa closed his eyes, only Raka, Raka, Raka and again Raka figure everywhere, even on the alphabet.

Alwa prostrated while covering her red face. Then moan in frustration.

And Raka?

Well, the man was so passionate and there was no word of delay in his dictionary. He's been thinking about this all night.

He wants Alwa.

So, he called his boss, Susan, and asked about his location.

Then slide there.

Raka no longer cares what Susan and David are busy. They're husband and wife, they can do anything next time. And their money is a lot, right now they can go abroad.

But Raka's business is like her future survival. There was no second chance, before Alwa hesitated and instead retreated.

Raka take quick steps. He's not the galuh who pulled.

When arriving at the 15th floor of a luxury hotel, Raka was delivered by one of the room services that had been copied by Susan to her room. Strictly, Raka pressed the bell.

David opened the door.

His face looked lazy when he saw Raka. The man seemed to have guessed what was going to happen. David's appearance was bare-chested, wearing only his training pants that seemed to be worn in a hurry. Judging from the material that is still stiff, it seems that the pants were just bought.

Susan seems to be in the bathroom because of the sound of the shower from inside.

"Hem?" David sat on one of the couches and lit his cigarette. Raka took one and they shared the fire from the tip of the cigarette.

"Give Alwa to me. Soon," Raka sighed directly.

"Why? You fornicate?"

"I've kissed him,"

"Did he refuse?"

"He didn't step aside, nor did he push me. I can't bear to leave it like that" Raka murmured.

David was chin-backed with the back of the sofa as a pedestal, staring at Raka grimly.

"What can you give me instead?"

"Frankly, sir, I don't have as much money as Mr. David. My money in the account is only 300millions, and I have a tenement in the Depok area. That is all the treasure I have. So you can guess the money panaik adjusted to my condition,"

"How much money did you make, baby? I can give it to Alwa's price" Susan came out of the bathroom with her hair wrapped in a towel.

Only her hair, while her body was naked without a thread.

Raka rolled her eyeballs. Still vulgar boss style. But in his eyes it feels unattractive because it is too CGI (what, try?), like seeing por-no games, flawless smooth and smelling fantasy.

"Why are you?" David frowning.

"This child is within my bosom. You could say, I'm also her family," Susan ruffled Raka's hair.

This boy, as Susan called Raka. Though in terms of age, older Raka 2 years. Is Raka so childish?!

"I don't need money" murmured David.

Susan was wearing her kimono. "Then, let go. I can vouch for Raka,"

"There's one thing I asked of Raka," David looked at Raka seriously.

Raka straightened her seat. She's tense.

"You," said David. "It could have Alwa if he asked me himself, without you influencing him,"

Raka frowned, "So, must it be on Alwa's own initiative?"

"Yes,"

"I can't tell him to tell Mr David?"

"No way,"

"How do you know that I'm not influencing him?"

"I'm going to tap Alwa's phone,"

"It's illegal,"

"He's my wife,"

Raka took a deep breath and exhaled in annoyance, hoping that Alwa's feelings would be the same as her feelings.