Borrow the Uterus - Third Wife
Coffee thing

Erick smiled smirk at the woman with a less beautiful face, what a glance that greatly underestimated others. The man refocused on work.

An hour passed, the man glanced at the watch in his hand, then returned a glance at the woman who had no voice at all.

Why is there not one question? It's been an hour.

The man tapped on his desk with the pen he was holding, his sitting position looking uncomfortable and agitated.

“Hemm.......,” dehem Erick seeks the attention of women who are in one room with him. The woman still seemed to be focusing on her files and laptop.

“Hemmm....” deheman Erick this time very tight.

The bespectacled woman finally raised her head and looked at Erick who was already looking at her first.

“Make me coffee,” Erick orders.

Alya got up from her seat, then approached her CEO's desk. “Borrow his phone line Sir,” pinta Alya.

“Make what?” erick asked with a cold look.

“Create contact pantry, not that you asked for coffee. So let them make and deliver coffee for Father,” Alya replied casually.

“So I said make coffee, it means you make coffee, not office boy or office girl who make,” replied ketus Erick.

“Bapak is not worried if I make coffee for you! Later if I give poison how! Sieve again upset with the Father,” said Alya casually. But honestly Alya was again upset with Mr. CEO, the core work he should have done, was forced to be abandoned.

God, why honestly say I'm back with the CEO!!!

Both Erick netra glared, hearing the word poison “you already intend yes want to love me poison!” erick said up.

“New intention sir, not yet done.....new intention.......poison has not been purchased,” replied Alya chirp.

Jeez, this woman has just the answer !!!

“So how do you think, still want me to make coffee but not responsible for the taste. Or have the person in the pantry who used to make coffee for Mr CEO?” alya asked, still in a standing position.

“You made it, if you dare to give poison to me....you are ready to go to jail,” Erick replied with his devilish smile.

“Alright in accordance with the decision of the handsome CEO, but one message I as long as I make coffee, do not occasionally tinker with my work there. Remember there is CCTV in this room. I know what you mean to make coffee in the pantry!!” alya said softly as she leaned forward Erick with her devil smile.

Then the woman passed out of the room.

“DAMN!! It turned out that the woman knew her point!!” murmured Erick himself, deliberately the man sent the woman to the pantry, to make a mess of the work he gave to the woman. The man had to stop his evil intentions.

“Although I do not understand what it means, what is the difficulty of the phone pantry ask to make coffee. Tell me you want to mess up in the punitive work of loe, Mr CEO!!” gerutu Alya himself, while heading towards the pantry room.

“There can I help mbak Alya?” ask one of the office boys who are in the pantry specifically serving the CEO.

“I want to make coffee for Mr. CEO,” Alya replied.

“Let me make mbak, I used to make coffee for Mr. CEO,” said Mamat, the name listed in the name of the employee tag.

“So pa-pa, I'm the one who makes mas mamat, please show me the location of the cup, sugar, coffee, milk or creamer,” pinta Alya, prefer to make coffee without an automatic machine.

“Before I take it first mbak Alya,” si Mamat open the closet that is attached to the wall, take a cup of coffee, coffee, sugar, creamer.

“Mas Mamat that next to coffee, chocolate powder yes,” point Alya.

“Iya mbak Alya's. Want to make chocolate drinks?” ask Mamat.

“It can, all make it for me. Mr. CEO drinking coffee, I don't drink anything,” Alya grumbled.

The Mamat gave one more cup to Alya.

With his deft hands Alya brewed coffee for Mr. CEO, then went on to make hot chocolate for himself. Then put it on a tray that has been prepared the same Mamat.

“Ya be careful mbak Alya bring his tray, do not get tilted, later even dubleg... not so drink deh,” reply Mamat.

“Yes....Okay....,” says Alya from outside pantry room. Carefully the woman carried the tray to the CEO's room.

“Pak CEO, ask for help dong,” shouted Alya from outside the door of the CEO workspace.

“What.......!” sahut Erick from inside the room, who heard Alya's shrill scream.

“I cannot open this door, please open the door Mr. CEO,” Alya replied.

Rio took a little sneak peek from his study after hearing the voice of a woman shouting in front of the CEO's room.

Jeez actually the employees have no fear of the Boss even rummage again..........about in the same suit the Boss do not ya..???

Erick, who was still sitting in his great chair, had to get up from his seat, stepping with his upset face.

Chequelek

“Can-can you tell me to open the door, indeed can not what open the door itself,” Erick scolded when opening the door of his own room.

“Mr don't see my hands holding what?” ask Alya.

“For the sake of holding the tray,” replied Erick who was still glued to the doorstep.

“So according to you, I can open the door no, if both my hands again hold the tray!” ask Alya again.

“Can't,” Erick replied.

“Well that you know, so I shouted for help open the door,” said Alya annoyed.

“Pak CEO, how much longer is this..I stand in front of the door while holding the tray. I'm like the guy in the trap! where to stand wear high heels shoes again,” complained Alya.

Erick also just realized they were both long enough to stand in front of the door.

Wow the Boss wants to open the door as well.Keren nih si Alya, can rumble the Boss.

“Ya has entered....” replied Erick, the man first entered, and sat back down to his great chair. Followed by Alya.

“This is Mr. Erick, my homemade coffee. Please note, I am not responsible for the taste,” Alya said while putting a coffee cup on Erick's desk.

“Mmm.

“Cihh....no one said thank you, mentang mentang Mr. CEO who can be whole at will,” muttered Alya himself when back to the sofa.

“If you mengedumel in front of the person, not behind the person,” said Erick, who can still hear the words of Alya.

“Mmmm....” muttered back Alya, then put a tray containing a drink cup for her, then landed her buttocks on a sofa that felt soft.

Erick stared at the cup that had been filled with coffee made by Alya, between wanting to drink or leave it alone.

“You did not mix this coffee with poison?” ask Erick to be sure again.

“Ya.....gak make you to wait, most abdominal pain doang....,” Alya replied casually back to work to the laptop.

Erick's hair immediately goosebumps

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next..........what is the taste of the coffee??