The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
17. Debate at the Dining Table
Ayra is seen helping some art of preparing breakfast at the dinner table. Mr. Erlangga and Madam painted down from the second floor and saw something that made them smile knots. Madam Lukis quickly walked towards Ayra.
"Honey..... Let them do that. You're the daughter-in-law of this house not a maid."
"It's okay Ma. This is one way that Ayra gets the ma reward because one serves the husband."
Mr. Erlangga was sitting in the corner seat and Madam Painted was sitting next to him. Ayra poured water into the glass of her two in-laws and had prepared tea for the mistress of the painting and coffee for Mr. Erlangga.
"Sluuur."
"Hem.... So much fun. You made the coffee, Ay?"
Mr. Erlangga smelled the fragrant aroma of coffee in the cup he had just placed on his lips.
"Yes pa. Less the same as usual? or less delicious?"
"Different taste more ehehe."
"Thank you Papa likes it."
"It felt like your mama made it when Bram wasn't around yet."
Lady Lukis turned towards Mr. Erlangga. The ladder that was smearing bread with coconut jam was stopped.
"Oh yeah? It must have been Ay serving her with boiling water right off the stove."
Then go back to continuing her pending activities. Ayra said what her mother-in-law said.
"Mom can tell?"
"Hehehe.... Did papa say you guys are special women. Back when papa was still a nobody and had nothing, your mother was always in the kitchen preparing her own needs for Papa, Papa, but over time papa asked that your mama be enough beside papa let the assistant who do the homework "
"Goddessa.... So Papa is a dream husband."
The mistress saw that Ayra did not open her plate and just drank water and asked why she did not eat. Ayra explained that she used to eat rice breakfast and that later because it was being prepared by Bik Asih.
Bram approached the dining table with sweat flooding his body. His white face looks red.
"Bram's? you sick?"
Mr. Erlangga asked him because he saw the scrapings on Bram's neck.
"No. It's just that my body and my neck feel stiff, last night didn't know it was held by Papa and Mama's daughter-in-law."
Bram was still staring at his wife. Ayra stood up to put the sandwich she had prepared together to make Asih was in the plate in front of Bram.
Bram still looks cute. Bram took the intercom and dialed the number 1.
"Current. Prepare my bath water and add the bath salt."
Bram put the intercom next to her.he drank the guava juice he used to drink in the morning and chewed his sandwich.
Ayra smiled happily because this morning was the first time she did something that looked like her husband was enjoying the results of her efforts.
Ayra made her own guava juice and sandwich for Bram breakfast but with the help of bik Asih.
Ayra stepped out of the dining table.
"I ordered Asih. Not you!"
Bram's sniffling sound was heard after the man who had a sweet smile swallowed the sandwich in his mouth.
Ayra sat back in her chair. He pulled the tip of his lips until a sweet smile appeared adorning his white face.
"Mas can be angry, I snapped. I know you can't accept me being your wife yet. But please let me do something that can be a field of reward for me. One of them serves you."
Bram who accidentally looked at Ayra's face finally threw his gaze towards Papa and Mama.
"As far as you!"
"Bram..,."
Mama Lukis looked at her eldest son who was famous for his perfectionism and discipline.
"Where are you going?" Bram saw his mother in clothes and makeup that were not as usual in the morning.
Ayra said goodbye to her parents left the table to prepare her husband's bath water that she had heard.
"You and Ayra are coming?"
"Where's Ma?"
"Well guess where?"
"Don't tell me to go to Aunt Marisa's boutique."
"Good idea.that's after we pick up Bambang and his wife."
"What's? This half?"
Bram looked at his Papa just finished his black coffee.
"Papa told me the man who held his promise. Your turn proves your promise you just broke."
"Hhhh...... Papa just asked me not to divorce him instead of asking me to accept him!"
Bram left the dining table with a sour face.
"Bram come, you know Bambang. It'll be hard for Papa to talk to your sister."
Mr. Erlangga's baritone voice made Bram stop and turn around while holding the tip of a small towel hanging around his neck with both hands.
This brother from Bambang and Beni smiled towards Mr. Erlangga.
"That's because Papa was never there for them when they needed Papa."
"Bram.... Anyway you and Ayra are coming."
Lady Paints folded her hands in front of her chest to see the child again provoking her Papa.
"Alright Ma. It's because I'm worried that Mama's gonna faint again because she's gonna have to see Mama's kids and husband squirm."
Bram half ran as he climbed the stairs to his room.