About A Taste

Patience...

Bored! The word that first appeared in Wardah's mind. Now he is in the boutique Mother. Tasked with overseeing the employees who are here. Of course, he did not understand what needed to be monitored.

As long as his eyes looked, looked, there was no awkwardness whatsoever here. He thinks the Mother's employees are trained and responsible.

"Mbak, Wardah love work dong! Bosen knew that he was just sitting around looking at the employees who were serving the buyers. Wardah wants to help," said Wardah approached Mbak Naura who is now the right hand of Mother in managing the boutique.

"But the same Mother will be told to be careful, it has been done," replied Mbak Naura who is now guarding the cashier.

Regardless of Naura, Wardah took the initiative to serve visitors. Wardah approached three teenagers who were busy choosing a dress. They looked at Wardah. Nonchalant, then ignore Wardah. Wardah's friendly smile was not touched.

"Can anyone help?" Wardah asked when one of them seemed troubled looking for something.

"Here sis, there's a model like this the larger size there isn't?" The answer.

"You're an officer here?" Cut his friend to Wardah by looking at Wardah's appearance from the bottom up.

"Yes, I'm an employee here" answered Wardah politely. Maybe he was surprised to see Wardah who did not wear a uniform like other employees.

"The other colors are there, brother, let's sit on the sofa first. Let me get it in the storage locker" Wardah said.

"We want to look around at the other dress first Sister" replied the friendly woman compared to her two seemingly indifferent friends.

"Cepet dong Kak, we're waiting for this!" Firmly friend.

"Here, don't do it ah. Patience" he said to a teenager named Dini.

Soon Wardah to the storage room of stock clothes. The hunt was sprayed again by the two teenagers. Why two? Yes it is, that one can still be friendly as it turns out.

"It's sister, sorry if the wait is too long," Wardah gave it to his customers.

"With you gone, I'm not comfortable if shopping is followed. Will not help the cave," said the teenager who was called Dini.

"Okay, sorry for the inconvenience. If I need anything, I'm at the cashier's table" Wardah replied then passed.

Patience Wardah, patience... It seems like the teenagers are lacking moral education. Must be herded to the pesantren it was mah.

"Where? Satisfied yet?" Ma'am Naura asked as Wardah sat beside her.

"The children were horrified. Don't know if I'm older than them" replied Wardah.

"You are not a talent if you are a million buyers" said Mbak Naura.

"I don't like the work that is kek gini Ma'am, not my fashion." Answer Wardah lirih.

"Yes, I know... Seen from your face that I wiped when Mother told me in the boutique. You take care of cashier ajah. No need to communicate much with consumers." Answer Ma'am Naura. Wardah.

Be now all day Wardah keep the cashier replace Mbak Naura. Wardah seems to be enjoying the moment. For a long time he did not bother with this electronic device, dabbling with the numbers summarized in the book of business economics on the campus first.

He used to be very happy if he got a task related to calculating-counting the shadow of money that is not real. Now he counts the real money. It belongs to his beloved mother.

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