It tastes good

At noon in front of Anggara Kurniawan's mansion, to be precise at the security post which is located in the corner of the yard near the wide iron gate.

Seen two men with large body postures wearing all black clothes and dark glasses are sitting relaxed and talking while enjoying black coffee which is placed on the small table of the security post equipment.

It was because today there weren't too many people going in and out of the gates, neither the mansion's residents nor the guests arriving so the two security guards could relax a bit.

However, the calmness of the two guards, namely Mr. Jono and one of his friends, was suddenly surprised by the sound of a horn from outside the gate.

After Mr. Jono peeked out of the small window in the post, he saw a red Mercedes Benz C-Class car parked in front of the gate.

Because the gate was not opened immediately, the driver, whose identity has not been identified, repeatedly honked his horn and made noise for the two mansion employees who served as door guards.

"Who is the guest who comes and is not polite like that. Kasany, try to see who it is," said Mr. Jono as the head of security asking his subordinates to approach the driver who was in the luxury car.

"Ready to execute!" replied the security officer with enthusiasm and immediately walked towards the car that was in front of the gate while smoothing his official hat.

"Good afternoon, Boss. Can I help you?" asked the officer after him. how many on the right side of the car, while the driver has not yet lowered his car window.

It was this right that made the security guard feel a little unappreciated. Although he could see the figure of the young man sitting behind the wheel from the windshield of the luxury car, but because the guard did not recognize the guest and the young man did not want to introduce himself either.

Finally, the security officer who was one of Mr. Jono's men turned around and intended to return to the security post.

The arrogant young man sounded the horn again, making Mr. Jono feel curious and immediately got up from his seat and then walked out to the black car.

"Oh, young master Faizal. I'm sorry my subordinates made you wait a bit," said Mr. Jono, bowing after briefly looking through the windshield and recognizing the figure sitting behind the wheel.

Then the middle-aged man immediately turned around and walked over to his coworker and asked the slightly dark-skinned man to open the gate.

While the young driver, who was still in his car, looked a little annoyed and just waved his hand as a sign of orders to the two security guards to immediately make way for him.

Not long after, the big door opened and the handsome young man behind the wheel of the Mercedes Benz C-Class immediately drove his car past two middle-aged men who were standing in front of the guard post and saluted him.

The luxury car driven by Miss Mila's boyfriend, Faizal, the son of the country's top official, now seems to have stopped in front of the mansion's side yard.

Meanwhile, the two security guards who had been watching from afar were now closing the wide door together.

"Young people nowadays, they just act like shit," said a middle-aged man whose skin was a little dark as he walked towards the guard post.

"Don't be careless, you. That handsome young man was the young lady's boyfriend. He is the son of a high-ranking state official who is studying abroad and is currently on vacation," said Mr. Jono with a slightly louder voice as he grabbed his chair to sit back down.

"It turns out that higher education does not guarantee a person's noble character, right, Mr. Jono?" replied the guard officer with curly hair, sitting in the chair next to his commander, shaking his head.

"Not everything is like that, comrade. It just depends on the nature and character of the person," replied the commander in response to the words of his subordinates while sipping black coffee in front of him.

Inside the mansion, in the kitchen to be exact. Ms. Minah as the head assistant who saw the arrival of the black luxury car was paying close attention.

Accompanied by Yanti, who also took a serious look at the car, and the young widow's right hand was still holding a knife and a papaya she was peeling.

As soon as the black luxury car stopped and a handsome young man appeared, he had clean white skin with a slender height and a very perfect body posture. The two maids of Anggara Kurniawan's mansion immediately recognized the handsome young man.

Without being commanded, the head assistant who still looked fresh immediately rushed towards the luxury car and greeted the arrival of her young lady's boyfriend who was the official's son.

"Welcome, Mr. Faizal. Please come in," said the middle-aged woman politely and guided the young man to immediately go inside.

"Yes, Ms. Minah. Thank you," replied the son of the country's top official as he followed behind the head maid who was walking into the mansion.

"Young master, please sit down. Miss Mila is sleeping after taking the medicine," said the middle-aged woman as she pointed her thumb at the sofa in the large and luxurious room.

"Okay, Ms. Minah," replied the handsome young man as he walked to the sofa and sat on it.

"Aunty Minah, what's really wrong with Miss Mila?" asked the young man after he sat down with a worried face.

"Nothing, sir. The doctor said, Young Miss is just tired. After taking medicine regularly and getting enough rest, she will recover," replied the head maid in detail and carefully. Because she was afraid that the son of the country's top official would be offended.

"So is that so? Hopefully Mila will be healthy again soon, Aunt," replied the young man with a face full of hope, but not so panicked anymore.

"Yes, sir. Thank you. Oh yes, Mr. Faizal, what would you like to drink?" replied the middle-aged woman with a smile and offer.

"Make me black coffee like that time, Ms. Minah. It's the right dose and tastes incomparably delicious, you know," replied the young man with enthusiasm and a charming thin smile as his hand grabbed the tabloid located beside his seat.

"Okay, Mr. Faizal. I went back first and told Yanti to get your coffee order," replied Ms. Minah by nodding and smiling then walking out of the big room.

"Yes, Ms Minah. Please," the young man replied casually as his black beads began to open and read the contents of the tabloid he was holding.

To be continued..