Destiny Love Nirmala

Tart

"Can I help you?" nirmala asked a customer who had just arrived.

Customers wearing blue white uniforms, looked at the storefront and pointed to a tart that was filled with chocolate melts. "Sister, how many cookies is that?"

Nirmala bows. "Oh this tart. It's a hundred and fifty grand, Deck."

The teenager was silent for a moment and looked around again. "If it's that little one?"

Nirmala again bowed and checked the price of the tart cake appointed by the boy in front of her. "If this is a hundred thousand."

There was a sigh, the teenager was thinking about something. "Sister, if the tart costs fifty thousand, isn't it?"

Nirmala grinned thinly while shaking her head. "Sorry Dek, nothing. The cheapest tart, it costs a hundred thousand."

"..." - ".The boy took a deep breath. It seems that he is disappointed.

"If you can tell, who would you like to buy a cake for?"

"Make mama, Brother. I want to give you a surprise, because today he's his birthday," said the teenager was honest as it is.

"Oh..." Nirmala. "If you want, take it!" exclaim Nirmala.

On the boy's forehead came folds because he was confused by Nirmala's words just now. "But the money is less, brother. I only have fifty grand."

Nirmala carved out her trademark smile. "It's okay. Let the rest be paid for."

"But-but, Brother?" The teenager was not feeling well.

"It's okay, Deck. Brother ready first the cake. Wait a minute," pinta Nirmala. He walked towards the small closet then picked up a scraping bag. With great care he put the cake in a thin white bag. "It's the Deck, take it..." Nirmala thrust the food with a smile that can not be separated from the pink lips.

The teenager, who was still wearing a uniform, hesitantly handed over the money he held to Nirmala. In addition to the nominal is not enough, it turns out the money he has is a fraction of two thousand rupiah. "This is the money brother. Sorry, rinses...."

Nirmala took the note with both hands. Even though the customers he served were younger than him. However, he remained polite and also friendly. "The money is right, fifty thousand."

"Thank you very much, brother, may Allah repay Brother." The boy prayed sincerely for Nirmala.

"Aamiin O Allah. "Just be happy with your mama, be a filial child and do well, okay!" add Nirmala with teary eyes. Because all this time the girl had never felt how soft the touch of affection of a mother.

Arum, who was monitoring Nirmala from behind the computer screen, continued to smile. It was obvious that he was starting to like the veiled girl. "MasyaAllah. It's not wrong that I hired him here. Moreover, it turns out, he was also close to Bara. Who knows, so a bridge for me to get close to Bara."

It is customary for Arum if there are new employees working in his bakery, he will pay attention to their movements through cctv recording. He wants to see how far his workers treat customers and one of the most important things is that he can indirectly know which employees are honest and trustworthy, which is the opposite.

...****...

Afternoon when others are still with their respective activities, different from young people who are being mired in anxiety. Jealousy that pounces on the soul, has shifted good prejudices into suspicion and doubt.

"Huh.. bego, bego, bego...!!" Bara hit his own head. "Lu bego, Bara. Just because of the Zain manas-manasin, you need to immediately laugh at emotions!" sorry to feel guilty. Though he should be more able to hold back his feelings for the sake of the investigation that has not found its bright spot.

"Gue must apologize to Nirmala! Really, I have to apologize!" mummy Bara. "Nirmala at this hour must still be in the shop aunty Arum, I'll go there if so!" Bara rose from the bench to the parking lot behind the city park.

The young man who wore a pair of jeans, walked in a row. He accidentally bumped into a woman who was no stranger to his sense of sight. "Nirmala?"

The woman covered her face and glared from before Bara. However, the exotic-skinned young man continued to follow the girl he knew so well. "Nirmala, hey. It's Bara!"

The girl who was wearing a purple veil wavered and did not dare to look at Bara's face. He turned his body and continued his steps, walking in a hurry. However, Bara swiftly blocked his arm. "Why are you avoiding me, you're still angry?"

Bara looked at the girl's eyes, the color was different from anything he had ever seen before. "Nirmala's eyeball is light brown, while this girl's eyes are deep brown. That means she's Nala, not Nirmala."

The girl who covered herself in a veil, pulled her arm from Bara's grip. "I'm sorry, not muhrim! I was waiting for papa. So, sorry can't linger."

Bara let go of the girl's arm, letting her walk as far as possible. After giving her distance, she quickly ran towards the parking lot and put on a helmet. He started the engine, rushing to follow the Nirmala twin.

Meanwhile, Nala walked quickly while repeatedly looking back. He rubbed his chest because Bara was not following him. "Geez... Why should I also meet Bara here anyway?"

"Why dear, Om hear you mention the name Bara?!" Sakti who was standing not far away from the girl, was startling with a sudden question.

"God... About ngagetin Nala!" his protest swiped his chest back. He pulled Sakti's hand towards the place where his four-wheeled vehicle was parked. "Om. let's hurry up and get out of here. I met you in college!"

Sakti is relaxed. "Why did you meet in college, embarrassed? 'You wear a hijab, they don't think it's you!"

Nala scratched her head not itchy. "Yes, Om. But Nala met a guy—"

"Cowok who?" cut Sakti. "Cowok you, huh?" Sakti jealous.

"Bu-not Nala's guy, Om. But gebetan!" Nala chuckles. His eyelids opened perfectly because he saw a man who suddenly disappeared from his life. "Boy? But he is hard to connect. Apparently again the same way aunt-tante girang!!"

"You're concerned about what the hell, you're so rich?" protest Sakti for feeling ignored. "Oh. Your eyes are straight!"

"Cowok is my girlfriend, Om. He's on his way, with these nini-nini peots!" furious Nala.

Sakti chuckled, "What's the difference between you baby? You're walking the same way Aki-aki, aren't you?"

Nala glared, lazy to respond to Sakti's words that touched her feelings. He got into the car and chose to silence a thousand languages.

Meanwhile, within a few meters, Bara is ready to follow and catch wet couples of other generations. Although the old man was his father, respect was lost. What remains now is only shame and disgust for the behavior of Sakti.

"Papa... Nala... let's play!!"

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