The Malang Nurse for Mr. CEO
Chapter 2 Coffee Sellers
“Don't kick out Kak Amara, Dad. If he leaves who will cook and clean the house?” sahut Shofia – sister Amara.
“I'm not your maid! From now on, I don't want to cook and clean the house!” amara toilet. The beautiful girl then left, she rode her motorcycle towards the river.
When Amara was sad, disappointed or in many thoughts he always visited the river. The cool and calm atmosphere makes Amara very comfortable and comfortable to linger there.
Not infrequently he spilled tears and evaporated his emotions on the river bank.
“God, why did You not foresee me being born into a family that was very evil to me?” yelled Amara while sobbing. “I'm not strong with all this! I want to get out of this world!” scream Amara. His emotions and cries mixed into one.
The beautiful girl poured all her emotions, sadness, and disappointment. After feeling her heart calm, she stopped crying and yelling.
“Believe God will never give trials beyond the limits of His servant's ability,”
Amara. He spread his eyes around her. His eyes were perfectly rounded when he saw a handsome man emerge from behind a huge tree.
“Who are you?” tanya Amara stammered.
“As you can see, I am human,” said to the man. His face looked crumpled, like he had just woken up.
“Sorry, did you wake up hearing my screams?” amara asked, she felt bad.
“Yes, your screams are interrupting my rest, even though I just closed my eyes!” as the man said.
“Sorry, I don't know if anyone's around here. Then continue your sleep, I will leave here.” Amara stepped her foot away from the man.
“Wait! Do you want some coffee? Looks like, a cup of coffee can make you calmer.”
Amara stopped her steps, she turned her head towards the man. “Are you a coffee seller?” ask Amara.
“Iya. Would you like to have my coffee?”
Amara nodded slowly. “Yes, make me the most delicious coffee!” her word.
The man in the hat took his equipment. He then mixes his flagship coffee in a plastic cup.
“Minum! I'm sure by drinking this coffee, your heart will be better!” The man thrust his concoction coffee in front of Amara.
“Thank you.” Amara received the coffee and sipped it.
Amara seemed to enjoy the coffee. The atmosphere looked silent, there was no small talk between them, there was only the sound of rustling leaves due to the wind.
“Are you feeling better?” ask the man.
“Thank God!”
“What do you sell every day here?” ask Amara.
“No, I travel from one place to another. Here is just where I rest,” obviously the man.
Amara again felt bad for interrupting the man's rest. “Sorry because I have been bothering you, even though you are tired from all day driving around.”
“No problem, I've forgotten it.”
Amara smiled wryly. “You must have heard all my screams huh?” said Amara while sipping his coffee which is only half a glass.
“I'm not deaf, so I heard all your screams. Old people are so weird!” the man's lips. “Why don't you just leave that house?” tanyakanya.
“My late grandmother told me I should stay there as long as I am not married,” explained Amara.
“Then marry so that you are free from your parents!”
“You think getting married is that easy?” timpale. “I have to marry who if my boyfriend doesn't have one?” continued.
“Girl as pretty as you don't have a boyfriend?” The man did not believe. Because, she is a beautiful girl, tall like a model but claimed not to have a boyfriend. Impossible, ‘kan?
“You mocked me?” amara asked in an annoyed tone.
The man shook his head. “No, I just asked.”
Suddenly silence occurred between them. Amara re-enjoiced the rest of her coffee, while the man focused his gaze towards the river.
“Oh yes, if you may know what your name is?” ask Amara.
“I'm Kholil,”
“I Amara,”
“Yes, I already know your name,” replied Kholil briefly while tidying up his equipment again. “I go first! I have to go back around peddling my coffee,” said Kholil.
“Wait! I haven't paid for my coffee,” cried Amara.
“Coffee is free for you, just think of it as an early sign of our introduction.” Kholil did not turn his head in the slightest, he kept his feet away from Amara.
“Thank you, Kholil. Hopefully next time I can enjoy your coffee again,” cried Amara.