Besan Ooooh Besan's...
Flat Shoes
"Let's have breakfast first" asked Flo to the two teenagers who were cleaning up the store and preparing to open it.
"Asiiik mami know if I'm already la-per" (Sop rib again?) aretha's enthusiasm was cut when he saw the second breakfast menu is the same menu.
'This is the same as adding breakfast so 2 bowls' Inner Aretha feel sliced with his morning.
But he did not dare to protest. For the sake of his heart.
Aretha put the rice in the dish and put it in front of Arga.
Arga raised his eyebrows in astonishment.
Aretha again took the rice and put it in front of Mami Flo.
Then he took it for himself.
As he looked at Arga's astonished gaze
"Oh sorry" Aretha then took the soup into a bowl and put it in front of Arga. Not forgetting the cutlery and fork. Then pour a drink. After that he displayed a wide smile with narrowed eyes.
Keira who was none other than Mami Flo noticed him and smiled holding back a laugh.
It's not that she doesn't know if this girl likes her only son.
Aretha did not dare to take too much. Actually he's full. But demi-
"Mmm how good is that?" his mind when scooping the first mouthful of the rib soup. Then back scooping him again until the toilet in his bowl.
"Mommy-"
sluurp
Aretha sipped the remaining broth in her bowl.
"Why? not good, huh?" keira asked worried if it didn't match Aretha's tongue.
"Such an oath"
Arga who was calm and seemed to want to add his father's favorite rib soup was also in the face of Aretha.
"Stop. It can't be much. Come to school late"
Aretha hurriedly pulled the hand of Arga who almost fell out of his chair because he was not ready.
"But, Retha-"
"Sop is not in abisin mi. Wrap everything up for Retha. Retha will return home from school" said Aretha a little shouting because she hurriedly left for school while continuing to pull Arga's hand.
"Geez, that's a kid. Kirain is not good. Her taunya was afraid of running out" Keira shook her head while laughing at the innocent girl's behavior.
"You seen Jodi? even your future daughter-in-law likes my rib soup. Hhh... prospective ghost? they haven't even graduated from school" Keira expressed her grievances at the flower she was arranging.
trings
trings
"Morning, Flower. Can we help you?"
".........."
"good. What concept is it?"
"......"
"good. What time do you want to be delivered?"
"......."
"good. We try to be on time. Thanks for ordering"
Keira hung up the phone call and recorded her first order.
"FR. IM TECH. hmm. don't usually ask for a bouquet for weekdays. Not bad for order"
Keira arranges one by one her bouquet orders, and is ready to be delivered.
"Bu.. duhhh. sorry. I guess I can't handle the order" Anis, a sweaty Keira employee, endured the pain in her stomach.
"Oh my goodness, Anis. What are you, gini?"
"Dismenroe, mom. Every month I love this"
"Aduuuuh, there is only. You have rested. Let me get the bouquet anterin"
Finally Keira who delivers a bouquet of orders. And while making deliveries, the store he temporarily closed. Because it is impossible to allow Anis who is in pain to serve the buyer.
Keira kept pedaling her bike down the crowded streets. Hot and stuck, he doesn't care. Because he's on a bike so he can ride his bike to the sidewalk.
There are 2 more orders that have not been sent.
Keira arrived at the IM TECH building. He slightly bowed respectfully to the security that the smile returned.
Everyone knows if the bike came from their boss's flower shop. So they do not mind if the bike is perched in the drop off area because only briefly the bike is parked.
But not yet had time to enter the lobby door, a car crashed his car on a bicycle containing 1 bouquet of beautiful flowers that had been assembled in a pot made of clay. So that the pot broke and the contents scattered.
Passengers of the car who immediately got off the car looked indifferent and sneered the bike that looked up next to his luxury car in a state of tires that are already shapeless.
"Based on the rich shit..."
stumps..
Keira shouted angrily and threw her flat shoes and hit the man's head.
