Bride Choice

Maccarones

Today is two weeks after I officially opened the cake shop. Different types of cakes are beautifully lined in the display case.

The colors are bright and various shapes, making anyone who sees it will feel happy, including the owner of this store.

The atmosphere is still crowded, although it is not like the first week of opening. They seem to like the taste of these cakes, or maybe because they are friends of my parents. I don't know, but most of those who come are them.

Between proud and not really. The feeling of inferiority sometimes perch. Goods this time the store is crowded because of mere connections. All you can do is be grateful. Enjoy what is there today. Let the business go forward let God decide.

The sun began to shine on the earth. Anyone below him would feel reluctant to be exposed directly. Maybe that's one of the reasons this store is quiet during the day. There were only a few visitors coming.

This shop door will greet automatically when he opens. Just like this time, when a well-dressed man came.

One of my employees approached him.

"Please, Sir. Is there anything I can help you with? Want to take away or dinner in?"

"Dinner in." He answered flatly. Strong body authoritative. With one arm he put in his pants pocket. The expensive black dress suit and light blue shirt he wore, made his face look very handsome. Although it feels, he is not a young man.

"Please choose the chair you will be occupying."

The tall man looked at the various corners of the room. Look for an empty bench that he thinks is comfortable to occupy. It seems.

"There."

He pointed at the chair that was slightly cornered. Side by side with large flowers that I deliberately display so that this store seems more fresh.

He sat down and opened the menu book that my employees had given him. His eyes moved to the right and left. Follow the menu she opened.

"I want this. This too."

"Ready, Sir. Please wait a minute."

Look straight out the window. So focused that my eyes came to see where her bead was. There's nothing there. Only the streets looked hot and some cars passed by.

'What is he looking at? Could he have something?' I muttered in my heart. I don't know..His expressionless face was so attractive to my eyes as not to turn the other way.

Suddenly my body was difficult to move when we were chatting. The eyes were so sharp even though they looked sparkling and soothing. His gaze was like an arrow that rained down mercilessly.

Lucky for my employee to come with a tray full of orders. I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief after almost being out of breath like I was suffocating.

I lowered my head, pretending to arrange a Maccarone that was already neat. It would be a shame if he found out this woman was still paying attention to him. Sometimes I still steal a glance through the cracks of the cakes lined up beautifully in the storefront.

'I am why? Not the first time I've seen a handsome guy. How humiliating!'

"Non, I'm sorry."

Either surprised or because I was groggy, when one of the karywan greeted, my head was hit by a display case.

"Non, is it okay?" ask her with a guilty face.

I'm shaking. "What's wrong?"

"There's an order for a birthday party."

"For when?"

"Tomorrow at noon."

"Try asking the chef in the back. She's willing?"

"Why do you have to be a chef first? If Miss accepts this order, she'll obey."

"Not that either. If the chef can't, I'll refuse this order. You and I are human, not robots. Besides money, the most important thing in the world is health. Making money just to buy drugs is an absolute folly" you said at length. With his hands still rubbing his head which still hurts.

He smiled knot. Then breathe out before leaving.

Back to the pretense. Organize a neat Maccarone. Seeing those tiny ones with bright colors, made me feel at home for a long time in this showcase.

"Excuse me."

"Well, how can I help you?"

How shocked I was to see the person I was going to serve right now.

"Please ask for a box."

Just like earlier. This body is suddenly stiff like a person affected by uric acid. Maybe by looking at the little cake down there will awaken this body. After all, the eyes are still functioning properly and correctly.

"Yes, I asked for a box of Maccarone."

"Oh, yes. Sure oes. What size ... Sir?"

"Large."

"OKs. Wait a minute, I'll prepare."

How hard I have to say the word.

Although it cannot be hidden, but I try to make this shaking hand not too obvious. His eyes were like a needle. Sardonic.

'Did he feel the same way when I noticed him from afar earlier? It's really uncomfortable.'

"This, Sir. Go to the cashier."

"Thank you."

I was relieved when the man left in front of me. After paying to the cashier, he got out and boarded a white car. The car just arrived at the parking lot. He also disappeared from sight.

"Non, here."

I knit my eyebrows when the karywan in charge of guarding the cashier gave me something. My own paper bag containing Maccarone.

"This is for Miss of that person."

"What?"

He only smiled as he left after giving the paper bag.

"Gapain try, buy cakes continue to be given again to the cake maker. If you want to give me another cake." I muttered to myself. I just keep the paper bag on top of the storefront.

Still with a strange feeling, thinking about the visitor earlier, I went back to the pantry to check out some cakes that were still in progress.

"Chef, for tomorrow's show, will you? just tell me if you mind. I'll refuse that order."

"No, Non. God willing I am ready. I'll ask a friend for help if I don't think I can."

"alright. If it indeed undertakes. I won't push if you feel tired. We're looking for money, but don't let our money run out for treatment."

"Yes, Non. Thank you for caring for all of us."

"We are a team. One of us whines, eating this business will limp. We need to be equally strong for this business to run smoothly."

They just hear my words.

Like you said, don't feel like you're a big boss even in your own company. Be a leader who nurtures and tightly grasps those who are our subordinates. We without them are nobody.

I applied it so that they would feel at home and would like to run this business with me. Crawl from the bottom with the goal of great success in tomorrow.