Is it My fault, If I Desire Heaven..??

As good as food resto.

"Amin," said Fatimah ended the prayer together before their dinner began, the happy face of her foster children was so visible every meal together arrived.

Especially for those from the streets.

The former can only eat leftovers, now can eat properly.

They began to eat their dinner that day.

"Sister Rani, sister's cooking is delicious" exclaimed Dito who is the smallest foster child in Ummar's halfway house.

"Good, so now that you can count on your Rani for kitchen affairs from this second, you don't mind Rani?," said Mira made Rani silent for quite a while.

"Again it, brother, will definitely enjoy eating home food as good as restaurant food like this Rani kak cuisine," exclaimed Dito continue to devour all kinds of side dishes available at the dining table.

"Bu-not her I don't want Dito, but as good as her brother Mira and aunt who prepare food as usual, because they know more the likes of everyone in this house, brother Rani will help as much as she can" said Rani as she passed away going back to the kitchen.

"Already Dito, we are here to take turns shoulder to shoulder with each other to take care of this house and its needs, now spend your food," advises Fatimah to try to keep the atmosphere at the dining table calm and comfortable.

But from the eyes of Fatimah, it was clear that there was something he was feeling from their short chat that night.

While the big boss seemed to remain silent and calm while continuing to devour the food on his plate slowly without responding to the chatter at the dinner table.

This food is so familiar to my tongue, it's not my kitchen that cooks all this, I'm sure it's the big boss's mind as he devours the last mouthful of rice on his spoon.

"Let me add the rice mas," said Fatimah but soon prevented by the big boss.

"Can you make me an omelet?, I'll take my own rice," said the big boss immediately made Mira and Fatimah look in wonder at him.

"Alright mas, wait a moment," said Fatimah no intention to ask the reason of the request of the big boss at that time.

"Mira, I have a job for you" said the big boss but with a sharp look towards Mira.

Making Mira could only gulp watched the old expression she had never seen again since the big Boss recovered from being paralyzed.

Without asking much, Mira simply nodded while putting down the spoon she was holding and ending her dinner.

There was a feeling of worry within Mira as she looked at the big Boss.

Could it be?, the inner Mira guessed.

Instantly his phone vibrated.

"You better get in your room and prepare your child's lessons for later," the big boss orders Mira's intention to check the messages coming into her phone.

"Ba-well," said Mira hurriedly towards her room.

"Where is Mira mas?" asked Fatimah as she returned with an omelet from the kitchen.

"He told me to prepare to teach the children not to be too late later, pity them if they sleep too late" said the big boss while taking a plate containing omelet in the hands of Fatimah.

There was a feeling of wonder in Fatimah's heart to see her husband that night, but she preferred not to ask anything.

All things need no reason to say.

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Mira was silent reading the messages sent on her phone.

Boss up to send me a task through a cell phone?, Mira's inner wonder.

"But what does this message mean?, what is my real duty?," said Mira re-read the contents of the message on her phone screen.

Short, but full of questions.

"My favorite restaurant".

"Resto?, Favorite?" said Mira continues to interpret the meaning of the short message.