Cool Widower That's my Hero

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"My mom packs 5 fried chicken together" said a man.

"I pecel lele 2, I drank iced tea here, ma'am", the other one

"I fried seafood rice 2, eat here", said another

"well, as I prepare first" answered the smiling mother as she recorded her customer's order.

home dining mom bustling visitors, look at dad, mom, Doni's mom is very busy even look overwhelmed, dad the back of the kitchen, fried frying, cooking cooking cooking, yaaa... you could say the father is the mainstay chef at the mother's food stall.while the Doni mas is usually in charge of delivering food and doubles sometimes come to clean, wash dishes and others.While the mother is in charge of recording orders,as a cashier too and sometimes help dad to plating food.

A strategic place because it stands between skyscrapers, becomes its own attraction for the mother's restaurant, the,Because the main target market of the mother's restaurant is the employees who work in the buildings and the surrounding community of course.not a restaurant but only a 2-storey shophouse modified in such a way as to create a comfortable impression the visitors.And the cuisine served was simple home cooking but the taste makes the customers feel like coming back again and again.My father is good at cooking, too,my father used to work as a chef in a fancy restaurant and at the end of it decided to resign and open a mother's restaurant.

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after Maghrib I and Laras and Raka went to my mother's restaurant.

Arriving there, it's really very crowded visitors are jam-hours at this time.

"dek, you keep Raka yaa, kak Laras want to help them, their love is overwhelmed", said the brother Laras

"iya kakk, here Raka played with Aunt Kirana,", I said while taking over Raka from Laras's sling."we played there yuukk raka", my neighbor again while pointing out.

"the sister of Raka bentar ya" said Kak Laras as he passed into the restaurant.

I walked to the parking area, because the place is wide I think Raka would like to play here, because Raka is only 2 years old and is actively walking and running.

"nah, Raka we play here yuukkk.." I said while lowering Raka from my sling.

Surely Raka likes it, she walks sometimes running pleasure and of course I watch also beside her.

"the slow path of Raka, will fall, do not run" I asked

"ocee ante.", said Raka with her adorable little mouth.

Raka ran here and there very cheerfully, and suddenly brukkk...

"Raka.", yelling.

Raka bumped into a man who had just come out of his Buggati Veyron.

I approached Raka and carried her not to forget I apologized to the man.

"sorry sir, my nephew accidentally bumped into you", I said with a bow

"hmm.." said the man and passed away

"so bad old man, when I apologized, that man was angry because Raka hit him", my inner man

"it's okay miss, Mrs Fahri is like that, she is not angry yes that's the person", said a man who was with the man who turned out to be named Fahri.

"ohh.", I just rounded my mouth and immediately lowered my head as the man looked at me.

"well miss, I went there first after the old. Fahri", said the man was friendly.

"ee. i.yaa sir", I replied nervously

the man smiled and passed following his master Yang had already left him.

a few moments later, Laras and Doni came to me.

"haii dekk.how Raka was fussy or naughty not before", asked Kak Laras to me while taking over Raka into his carrier.

"gak ko' kakk. raka pinter he is very cool even playing here can run, it is Raka.", I replied and greeted with a nod and smile Raka.

"Oia, Kirana. mas Doni between the Laras and Raka's brother went home for a while, later change after that you mas Doni take home" said the Doni mas

"iyaa mas, this part of the night also pity Raka" I replied

"Oia, you can help mom for a while, there are still visitors but not as fun as before" said mas doni

"iiyaa mas can", I replied with a nod

"okay if it's not like the Doni between the Laras and Raka's brother go home first", said the Doni mas

"yes, be careful.. Raka", I said as I waved my hand at them.

I immediately went into my mother's restaurant, and approached the mother behind who was preparing her customer's order.

"can anyone help Kirana?", I asked my mother with a smile

"already Mom", I replied

"Oia, if so you deliver this food shirt number 8 yes" said the mother

"well ma'am", I replied, carrying a tray that Sudan had food ordered by customers.

when I got outside, I looked for table number 8, and degg. "wasn't that the person who was parked before", I said in my heart.

I walked over to table number 8, and I put all the food orders on the table.

"please sir.", I said lowered my head

"you're the one in the parking lot, right?", said one of the men, "are you the new employee here?", he continued.

"Emm. sa..me...."

"he's my son, Mr. Riko, his sister Laras" replied the mother with a smile and walked over to us bringing another food order for Riko and Fahri

"oh, yes, I think the mother's son is only Laras, because he has never been seen here" asked Riko kindly

while Fahri is busy playing his phone, dissolved with his own world.

"Kirana is only a few days in Jakarta, Kirana previously lived with her grandmother in Surabaya and after her nenenk died Kirana following her family in Jakarta", replied the mother with a smile

"oh so apparently", said riko while nodding

"how are you, Mr. Fahri, long time you don't come here, it seems you are busy lately" asked the mother to Fahri.and at once who has a name turned towards the mother and smiled

"ohh. I'm good Mom, yeah lately I'm a little busy, there's a project I have to do outside the city" Fahri replied

"oh so apparently.. Oia, please enjoy sir, I go back first", said mother

mom came up to me and took me back.

"he's Mr. Fahri the owner of the skyscraper next to the mother shophouse, he's the owner of the Wijaya group, and the other is Mr. Riko's secretary and personal assistant to Mr. Fahri", said his mother started a conversation with me in the back.

"oh.. Kirana doesn't believe there are high-class people but wants to eat in our place yes bu not a fancy restaurant", I asked my mother

"why is Kirana, there's something wrong with our place?" said the father who suddenly appeared behind me.

"not so dad, I mean Kirana sometimes rich people like that are too concerned about prestige, even to eat them sometimes picky" I replied

"Fahri is different from others, he likes to eat here because the atmosphere of this place we feel like home and of course the cuisine that is our menu is also home cooking, home cooking,so he felt like he really had a real family" Dad said

"lho.. indeed he does not have a family?", my question is a little kepo with the master of fahri

"his parents died in an accident, he was a kara, and just stayed with his maid at home, every night Fahri always ate here, he once said when eating here reminded him of his mother's cooking" replied the father

"oh like thatu" I replied.

"ayo Kirana, I'll drive you home tomorrow you go to school" said Doni as he passed taking a drink for himself.

"lho mas Doni has been sitting here" I said

"iyaa was a mas Doni just nganter kak Laras aja,trus back here to pick you up,ayook balikk", replied Doni

"yes, mother, father, Kirana, come home first" I said as I approached my mother and father, and said goodbye to them

"yes dear, house-sampe bed yaa. tomorrow you go to school" said the mother while stroking my hair.

"iyaa ma'am", I replied

"Doni you carefully bring the motor yaa.", said the father to brother Doni

"beres yahhh", replied Doni While giving a thumbs up.

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actually last night I wanted to up, it turns out oh it turns out the story I wrote format.finally I made another new dears...

sorry this is my first work🙏

may it be pleasing to your hearts..

happy reading dears🤗😘