Chosen Female
CHAPTER 3. COFFEE'S GOOD

Mr. Annas was having a warm conversation with Mr. Hartawan.

"It's very nice of me today. No wind no sudden rain distant guests visit. Alhamdulillah mas Hartawan still want me.... And still Sudi stopped by the bus stop we hehehehe...."

The reporter laughed.

"Don't miss that, Mas. hahahaha.

My grandmother had not stopped by for a long time. This happened to be passing to the southern village there, mumpung no more activities so I stopped by. Annas's family is healthy..."

"Alhamdulillah..as until I see this I am fresh in shape, my wife is also Alhamdulillah healthy, Aisyah is also healthy. What is the family sample? Healthy too?"

Mr. Hartawan.

"Thank God we are all healthy. Aisyah's already big yo, mas?"

"Lha yes to, mas. has been studying fourth semester at university X in Pekanbaru majoring in hadith science."

"Pooh. if university x is near it is also the home of Bima. At least five hundred yards away."

"Oooo... is Bima married? How is the house different from the same?"

Mr. Hartawan shook his head, then sipped his coffee.

"Not yet, Bima is not married. Only Bima's office if from my home far away. So he bought a house that was close to his workplace. Save time, mas... At least occasionally Bima went home to our house or we play Bima's house."

"Ooooh.... So what does Bima do, mas?"

"The five are contractors. After graduating from ITB, he immediately participated in the project work. He learned a lot during this time, until finally after 3 years of participating in cooperation people now Bima has become a contractor. Even now Bima already has his own office, and rent heavy equipment to other contractors."

Mr. Annas nodded in amazement.

"Waaah.. Great also Bima ya mas. As I recall Bima used to be small, ndegil, crybaby, like skipping school hahahaha.... I don't know how big a success is."

Mr. Hartawan smiled as he sipped his coffee again.

"Yes mas. Little Bima is very different from the current one. Now he's a hard worker, you could say he's a workaholic. Maybe the time that taught Bima to be a strong figure.

By the way this coffee mantep once you know how it feels. No sweetness, no bitterness. Fit. Yes, Jon?"

Joni, the personal driver of Mr. Hartawan nodded in confirming.

"That's very strong, sir. So fit. Mantep," he said while giving a thumbs up.

"That's coffee made by Aisyah, mas Hartawan.... Ice is great for coffee. If he's home, where would his father drink my coffee... It must be Aisyah who made the coffee," Ms. Arum appeared while following her crush and sat down next to her husband.

"Ooo so Aisyah is in this house to, mbak?" ask Mr. Hartawan.

Arum's mother nodded.

"Well, that's amazing, Aisyah. Lucky mbak, mas, you have a son of Sholeh like Aisyah.." Pak Hartawan amazed.

"Alhamdulillah, until this moment Aisha has never failed us. His academic achievements are increasing, his salary is also Alhamdulillah getting better. The kids here are happy when Aisyah is home. They are getting excited about njai. Aisha loves children. He was never angry even though the children were sometimes recalcitrant and installment. So if Aisyah lectures them on kecarianan, mas," replied Mr. Annas.

Mr. Hartawan nodded his head.

Suddenly Aisyah appeared from the kitchen.

"Well, long life... Here's what the nongol story says." Dad joked.

Everybody laugh. While Aisyah smiled while looking down embarrassed.

"Dad, Mom, Om, Ayesha has dinner ready. Let's eat first, and then the conversation continues again after eating."

"Come on. Come on let's mas Hartawan, Joni we eat together," Invite Mr. Annas.

"How come you bother like this to son Aisyah."

"No hassle, mas. wong stopped by not once a year if not eaten first yes not afdhol. Come mumpung new mateng this all is still warm," replied Ms. Arum.

Everyone goes to the dining table. It has been served fried fish, capcay, opak crackers and sambal terasi made by Aisyah. After being sure everything was finished, Aisyah paid her respects to everyone.

"Please enjoy, Om, may you like Aisyah's cooking. Aisyah pamit there used to be something she wanted to do."

"Lho, aren't you eating, son?" ask Mr. Hartawan.

"Sorry Om Aisyah had eaten first. Excuse me, Om."

Mr. Hartawan nodded.

"I'm sorry, Ayesha, we're really shy" Ms Arum said.

"Ah yes papa, mbak. Maintain self-esteem and dignity. Subduing views. It's rare for a girl like Aisyah to be in this world, mas...."

All nodding the head of the sign agreed. And began to enjoy the dish in front of them without a sound.

After the meal they continued chatting until the clock showed ten o'clock at night. Mr. Reporters also said to go back to his home.

On the way Mr. Hartawan is still thinking about Aisyah.

"Jon, it turns out that there are still simple women and sholehah like Aisyah. Even though he's been in college and living in the city, but he's not affected by lifestyle changes."

Joni mangosteen.

"Rubber sir... It's beautiful, polite, smart to cook again. The coffee is good too.