Divorce Me!

Chapter 9.

It has not been a week since the Grand Opening of this restaurant. Italie (itan kalie) Resto is named, because it is located on the east side of the river.

The atmosphere of the restaurant is currently so crowded, making me very happy, for the response and enthusiasm of the visitors who are unceasingly coming to this restaurant.

May it be a blessing to my little family. May my sacrifice to build this restaurant later, to be away from my son and leave him with my mother will not be in vain. I'm sure there's always a bright rainbow, and for Mas Ali, I don't know the news and don't want to know.

Hopefully he can live happily with his family, so as not to disturb my life and Fitri later.

I am still engrossed in struggling with the cauldron and stove, because this restaurant is still new, and all employees certainly have not understood. So I'm the one who has to intervene directly into the kitchen to prepare the dishes.

Although my body feels tired, but I sincerely for the future of my son later. Some of the menus I prepared quickly and agilely. Roasted chicken, rica-rica shrimp and Hainan rice are the most popular menu at this restaurant.

All the spices I prepared and kuracik itself, to have a distinctive taste in the tongue of the visitors, and of course delicious. Visitors who have eaten here will return.

While he was bothering, his son, Ms. Romla, came to me in the kitchen. Made me stop my work for a moment and meet him for a while.

"Sukma, prepare some food for me! For two people? Pinta Mas Amar to me.

For two people? Did Mas Amar invite his friend to lunch here? Ahh .. Whatever, it's none of my business.

"Want me to prepare what food, Mom?" my many.

Who knew he wanted something, a special menu for his lunch this time? What else does he invite someone to accompany him to a meal, perhaps a client or his lover, perhaps?

"Anything, which is important is delicious!" reply Mas Amar as he passed away. The man is not picky when it comes to food, whatever he eats, as long as it is delicious. Yes ... delicious origin is a requirement for food submission for him.

Only this guy's existence makes me uncomfortable working here. His cold and talkative attitude, made me feel like I was being watched by the head of the army battalion. So strict and disciplined! Huohhh ...!

"Yes, Mas, will Sukma ask Dini to prepare it for Mas." I replied.

"Not Here, but you! I want you to prepare it, now!" mas Amar said again by suppressing his every word. What difference does it make, I prepared with someone else?

Seeing his stiff face like a dry canoebo and without a smile, made me reluctant to linger facing him. So I quickly answered his request without a rebuttal.

"Okay, Mom," I answered briefly.

I immediately passed and prepared the menu for the refrigerator door man's lunch. Mas Amar works in a company with a high position, like Mas Ali, my ex-husband.

Every lunch hour, he would come to the restaurant for lunch and rest an hour or two here. Actually it doesn't matter, because the resto is also hers. It's just the sharp eyes, always watching my movements that make me uncomfortable.

Perhaps the discomfort was also felt by his former wife, who preferred to divorce from Mas Amar when their marriage was four months old.

I listened to that story from Ms. Romla, when we had a casual chat a few days ago.From the story of Ms. Romla, I can't blame her ex-wife Mas Amar either anyway, who can stand to live with a handsome man but his attitude is stiff and cold.

"This is Mas, the food," I said after putting the food I cooked earlier on the table. Currently Mas Amar is sitting in one of the gazebos, which provided a restaurant for visitors who want to eat with an outdoor feel, with a little view of the park.

"Sit down!" mas Amar ordered after I finished serving all the food.

"What, mas?" manywould be surprised. This guy told me to sit down? Is my hearing a problem, so I heard it wrong?

"Do I have to repeat my words again, Sukma?" sahut Mas Amar flat.

"but, Mas, I..."?

"Where are you going? You haven't eaten, have you? Then that, accompany me! And I don't like Sukma to argue!" said Mas Amar while glancing at me sharply, making me swallow the saliva out of fear. Fear of denying would get me fired.

I could only nod and obey his will, to sit before him at this moment. There is a sense of shame in my heart, what if the others see us eating together like this? It could be gossip material later. Widow and widower sit together!

Amidst the anxiety of my heart, suddenly Mas Amar thrust his plate at me, making me frown in confusion.

What does this mean? Plates for me? I have my own plate.

"Chickety? Come fast!" her word.

"I mean, Mum? Kan, I've got a plate, Mas?" I answered what sounded like a fool.

"Feed food, Sukma. Not the plate for you" he explained.

This time Mas Amar said it in a softer tone, making me wonder. Is this really Amar? How strange is his attitude this time?

Still amazed, I took the rice and side dishes and put them on his plate, then gave them back to him."Quick eat! And eat a lot! Do not let your thin body ruin the view of the visitors of the restaurant," he ordered again.

I almost choked on hearing her words just now. Just now in my heart I was praising her gentle demeanor earlier, but now, lightly she insulted me.

What does my thin body have to do with restaurant visitors?

"Hey, sir! Body shaming is called! This is a resto not a night club!" I wanted to shout those words in her ear.

Indeed I admit, since taking care of the resto, my body weight dropped a few kilos. But still, he had no right to say that to me.

Don't know, weight is the most sensitive thing for women.

I glanced at the man before me who was eating this voraciously, as if he was innocent after taking out those words of insinuation, making me become annoyed.

My irritated feeling made my appetite disappear just evaporate. O Lord .. What other trials have you sent me, this time? Can't you just let my life be quiet without pressure? Honestly, I feel depressed around this guy, God!