
Yuki was inexhaustible with the manner of the man who was now sitting beside her. How could he accuse himself of doing such an absurd thing earlier by spilling food onto his own clothes. However, it was Yuki who became his scapegoat.
Right now, even he will condone Yuki's apology which actually doesn't need the girl to do.
Ikram looked at Yuki and pulled one end of his lips up. "The requisite is .. rigid should design my new resto."
"What?" Yuki certainly did not accept that condition. However, he was not an amateur interior designer, and now he has to design a restaurant just because of a mistake he never made.
"Why? You mind?" ask Ikram indifferently.
"Of course, even apologizing is enough, because I didn't do anything wrong." Yuki clenched her hands.
However, at the same time Mak Aminah returned in a hurry and heard the clear speech of her daughter. "Neng Yuki," he called.
"Mak .. the terms he proposed made no sense," Yuki denied while sulking to her foster mother.
"What are the conditions?" The woman seemed to have only heard when Yuki protested at Ikram.
Ikram who was still sitting in his position turned towards Mak Aminah and expressed his wish. "I just want Mak Aminah's daughter to design my new restaurant, is that wrong?" said Ikram who called the middle-aged woman with the name Mak as well, because of the desire of the woman.
"Oh, it turns out Nak ...." Mak Aminah did not continue his speech because he did not know the name of the man before him.
"Cream, Mommy."
"Oh yeah, son Ikram have a resto too? what resto?"
"Korean Restaurant, Mom. Take it easy our menu and concept are much different."
Mak Aminah just nodded her head, then returned to Yuki who was still holding back her anger. "Yes Neng, just help, rather than our shop why-why, huh?" persuade the middle-aged woman.
Yuki looked at her foster mother, the middle-aged woman gave a small nod. Finally Yuki resigned, however Mak Aminah who had helped his life while at the lowest point.
"Okay, I don't want to but it's free, right? Designing it also requires art and creativity and all that is expensive" said Yuki.
Ikram chuckles, but at least he manages to get what he wants, Yuki and his design. "Okay, deal!" The man reached out his hand and this time was greeted by Yuki.
"Deal!"
After their business was finished, Ikram was saying goodbye but previously he had given his card to Yuki. The man said that later after his business was done, he would come back and invite Yuki to his restaurant.
An annoying morning for Yuki, but not for Mak Aminah. I swear I'll make you crumble rich Ikram Pradana.
***
Kram headed for Olive's house after changing her dirty clothes because of her own actions. The man always had a change of clothes in the car. It feels neat again, Ikram was immediately driving his car to the residence of the lover who was in the capital.
"The cream is great, what you want to be sure you get," he muttered as he pulled both ends of his lips up, the man smiled. The journey he took quite a long time, until finally he reached the residence of Olive.
The man got out of his car and gave the keys to the security guard there. Then walk into the big house. Olive greeted him with a happy face. "Cream, you're really coming." The girl rushed towards the lover, then they embraced.
Ikram asked about the condition of Aunt Astrid, her mother Olive who said she was sick. "Mommy is inside, let's wait for you from now on" said Olive while holding the hand of Ikram.
"Good day, Auntie," said a polite letter.
The woman raised her face and looked at Ikram then smiled. "Jiang, Ikram. Here sit!" The woman patted the empty sofa beside her. Ikram also approached the woman in black clothes, then kissed the back of his hand. "What kind of sick aunt?" tanyakanya.
"Ah, it's just the flu doang. Tomorrow will be well, too" Astrid replied.
"Mami don't take it lightly, the flu must also be treated, Mi." Olive who was now sitting next to Ikram also spoke.
"Mommy's okay, honey."
"Tuh, look at me. Mami is rich even though her face looks so pale that, Kram." Olive complained to the lover about her mother.
Ikram just smiled, then looked back at his future mother-in-law. "Tante must take medicine, eat a lot and rest too let's suck."
"Yes, Aunty will do that. Oh yes Auntie would ...." Astrid hung up her sentence, she felt hesitant to reveal anything.
"Why, Auntie?" Ikram frowned.
"When did you marry Olive?" The question made Ikram pause for a moment, even though he had expected what the middle-aged woman in front of him would ask, but when the sentence came out Ikram still felt speechless. "Cream?" reworked.
"Fastly, Aunt. Ikram there's still one more job that hasn't been done yet." Ikram replied casually.
"If you don't keep up the work, where's the problem, Kram?" sela Astrid's.
"It's also for Olive later, Tanteenya." Ikram pulled his lover's hand and held it.
"Well, Auntie wait for the good news, and Auntie hope you don't break your promise." The middle-aged woman ended her conversation. Then take a break. After Olive escorted the mother to her room, the girl returned to meet her lover who was currently focusing on her mobile phone.
"What are you doing again?" Olive sat next to her man and looked at Ikram's cell phone.
"I'm looking forward to the news of my interior design, honey." Ikram replied without taking his eyes off the flat object in his hand.
"Is the restaurant finished?" Olive did not expect it to work fast enough.
"Already, Honey. That's why I want to finish the resto business first, just make plans for our wedding," said Ikram.
Olive is of course happy to hear the reason for her lover, and she hopes that everything will happen quickly. As the two were engrossed in conversation, suddenly Ikram's phone rang an incoming call sign. I got permission to pick up the phone. However, just as the man was about to move on, Olive held him back from receiving his phone here alone.
"Hello?"
"It's me Yuki, as long as our agreement is off, I have business." It turns out that Yuki contacted Ikram.
"What's? Can't do that we already deal dong," denied Ikram.
"It's busy there's other business," Yuki replied casually.
"We don't mess with Yuki!" furious, it seems he forgot to be close to the lover.
"Who's Yuki?"