The Heart You Injured
Chapters 37. Coffee Fits in the Heart

Bayu traversed the front room of this offline customer residence with a feeling of amazement. His gaze endlessly circled around, amazed by the luxury items available. Head looked up. A large crystal lamp really made his lips gap wide.

Ckkkckkckkk .. This is a luxury. Maybe the price of this crystal lamp is almost the same as the motor I use for ngojek. Or maybe more expensive. Crazy, this is a very rich man.

Bayu endlessly praised the condition of this customer's house. His eyes continued to circulate to every corner of the room. To the extent that he was not aware that he was already where the customer was waiting.

"Mas Bayu!" exclaim the security guard while patting Bayu's shoulder.

Bayu was a little surprised. "Yes sir?"

"It's loh, Ndoro princess is waiting!"

Banyu smiled clumsily while scratching his non-itchy nape. Suddenly he was wrong. Want to do anything afraid of being wrong. The man chose to stand.

"Sit down!" tell the woman called Ndoro the princess.

"Thank you Madam."

Ndoro's daughter named Kartina was smiling. The way this woman sits also looks elegant. Exactly a palace princess.

"So this is Mas, I want to ask Mas Bayu to help me pick up my daughter who just arrived from Surabaya. Can you?" tanya Kartina conveys her purpose of calling Bayu.

Bayu nodded his head, a sign that he could fulfill Kartina's request. "Pick up where's Madam? At stations? Or terminal?"

"At Mas airport. I'll give my daughter a contact number so you can communicate directly with her. Oh yes, Mas Bayu can bring a car, right?"

"Can Madam. Why is that Nyah?"

"Goodoo. Later Bayu bring my car to pick up. It feels impossible to wear a motorbike because my daughter's luggage must be very much. And there's my granddaughter too."

Ohhh .. So the son of this rich woman has a family? But why did only his children and grandchildren come here? Where's her husband? Why not participate? Or is she a widow? Ahh, Bayu .... What do you think? What if she is a widow? It has nothing to do with you, right?

Kartina looked at this face of the man before her with a question mark full expression. He was astonished, why Bayu only looked dumb.

"Mas, Mas Bayu! You're okay, right?"

"Oh yes, Nyah!" Bayu gasped and began to awaken from his daydream. His eyes slightly blinked to recover to his consciousness after previously wandering somewhere . "Well Madam later I'll pick up Madam's son at the airport by car."

Kartina commented a little smile on her lips. He got up from his sitting position. "Well, later in the afternoon Mas Bayu can pick up my daughter at the airport. Now, take me to the boutique first. I happen to have an appointment with one of the relatives."

Bayu also woke up from his position while bending his body a little. "Good Mistress. Let me take you."

The online motorcycle driver and his customer were walking in tandem towards the front yard where the Bayu motorbike was parked there. As usual, Bayu will take this wealthy mistress to a famous boutique in the city center.

Bayu endlessly smiled feeling his life's fate slightly changed after meeting Kartina. It turned out that he who had been painstakingly chasing the snatch that the other day robbed a bag containing a hundred million money belonging to Kartina get a reward like this. Bayu is used as a subscription driver to deliver Kartina to his boutique. Being the driver of a rich woman's subscription really makes her days much more meaningful. Yes, of course by getting results that fold.

Spouts of happiness filled the spaces in Bayu's heart. He was increasingly convinced that if from now on precisely after getting to know this rich woman, his life would be much better than before.

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Surti could only stare in admiration at the homework done by Dinda. He told me everything he had to do every morning. And who would have thought, without being practiced, Dinda is already adept at handling all this household work. Exactly as it was in his mind. This young lady is so deft and working and sat, set, sat, set.

"O Allah Din, Simbok did not think that you were so quick to do this work. The standpoint is amazed."

Dinda just smiled knots while taking clothes out of the washing machine. These clothes are perfectly clean and dry.

"Obviously fast Mbok. I use the washing machine so I can stay to do other work. So the term, once clutching the oar, two three islands exceeded. The laundry is done and the cooking is ready. Later stay clean room after Mr. Erlan leaves for office."

"Ckckckck .. It turns out Affa did not wrong to offer this job to you Din. Not only your employer Simbok has been very satisfied with your work. Especially with Erlan. If this is how you work, Simbok is sure of the many bonuses you get."

The sound of footsteps echoed, causing Surti and Dinda to turn towards the source of the sound. It turned out that Erlan had been neatly dressed in her formal attire and was sitting on a dining chair. The man looked very happy with his style.

"Bikinkan den Erlan Din coffee. Usually early in the morning like this before going to the office, Den Erlan coffee," said Surti explained Erlan's morning activities.

"Black coffee or Mbok milk coffee?"

Surti looked for a moment thinking, but a moment later a smile appeared on his lips. "We're making a challenge, Din?"

"The challenge? That means how Mbok?" dinda asked with a frown. He was very surprised, women of the age mbok Surti understand the language of the Z gene like this. Who did you learn from Mbok Surti? 😂😂

"Look Din, it's up to you to make black coffee or milk coffee. What is clear every morning if Simbok make coffee, it is always not spent by den Erlan. Now you try making coffee. If den Erlan can finish your coffee until the toilet without a trace, it means your coffee fits on the tongue den Erlan. Hows it? Agreed?"

Dinda could only nod her head. After all, what could he do other than agree to Surti's remarks. "Okay Mbok, let me make some coffee for den Erlan."

Dinda and Surti set foot into the mini bar. Dinda's hand grabbed the black coffee and sugar that was already available while boiling a little water to brew this coffee.

"Kok don't use water from the dispenser only Din? Is it hot water?" surti asked when he saw a small pot already hanging on the stove.

Dinda chuckled softly while putting coffee and sugar into a cup made of ceramics. "My late mother once said that making coffee is more delicious if you use boiling water Mbok because the aroma and taste will be stronger."

"Well, if den Erlan can finish your coffee, then your mother's theory is amazing. Immediately serve in front of den Erlan, Din. Take a minute to the room."

Dinda and Surti are in opposite directions. Dinda headed towards Erlan who was sitting in the dining chair while Mbok Surti returned to the room.

"Good morning, sir. It's coffee!"

Undeniable, Dinda like hit by a tremor that makes her hands tremble involuntarily. There is fear as well as nervousness that ambushes the heart. Especially if you remember his first meeting with Erlan which is quite impressive.

Jemari Erlan who was previously busy scrolling her phone screen, she immediately stopped. He stared at Dinda's face and the coffee on the table in turn. Until finally the man's eyes returned to focus on the screen of his phone.

"thank you. But, if I don't finish this coffee, please don't take it personally. Because so far no one has really been able to make coffee that suits my taste."

Gosh, why is this Young Master so complicated anyway? The time some people have made coffee for him there is none that fits his tongue. What kind of coffee does he want? Uh, Dinda ... please don't be julid, she's your employer!

"Don't protest, because the matter of coffee is really in accordance with the heart. Let alone ten people, a hundred people who make coffee if it does not match our tongue and heart will certainly not leave a good taste," said Erlan sarcas. As if knowing that his new housekeeper was sneering at him inwardly.

Dinda was stunned because the young master could read what was in her heart. That woman could only smile.

"Master. Then it is better now Young master immediately enjoy his coffee. Don't get sucked straight through the lip of the cup, but you pour it into the ceramic saucer that I have provided."

Erlan's forehead is slightly wrinkled. Inevitably, his eyes that had previously focused on the phone screen now turned to Dinda who was standing before him.

"Why should I pour it first?"

"Please try first, sir. That way you can feel the difference."

Like being hypnotized, Erlan obeyed what Dinda said. He poured Dinda's black coffee over the blisters, and began to sip it slowly.

Both of Erlan's eyes were wide-eyed as the drink from the coffee beans began to wet the esophagus. Even he was stunned when the taste of coffee made by Dinda feels so delicious.

Crazy .... only this time I drink coffee that tastes according to the tongue and also the heart. Not too sweet and not too bitter. Have a science what he can make coffee with a taste so delicious like this?

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From the coffee down to the heart..... 😍😍😍😍😍