K&K (Taste Features)
22. Familial Restaurant
Kirana is unlikely to return to the aunt's employer's house. It would be very troublesome and worrying about his former maid. Kirana cried all the way up TransJakarta. He doesn't know where to stop.
All he thought about at that time was finding a job and a cheap place to live. Some passengers noticed him, but did not dare to tease or rather reluctant. Some of them whispered to each other, but Kirana herself did not touch them.
He seems confused and confused, but also does not want to get the sympathy of others.
He stopped at the fifth stop since his first departure.
Very hot day.
He walked on the sidewalk along the road without a purpose. It stopped right at a family restaurant. “Restaurant Familial ” a pretty classy French restaurant.
Kirana is not staring at the menu that is plastered is still a special promo, nor the pictures of tempting food on the pamphlet. However, there is an A4-sized paper that says “ SOUGHT AFTER FREELANCER FOR COOK HELPING AGE MAX 28 YEARS” which is attached right to the corner of the restaurant wall. The restaurant just opened. Kirana immediately entered the luxurious restaurant.
“Welcome, can I help you?” greet the male servant in white shirt and tie using.
“I want to meet your manager.” Kirana. The man frowned, but he then escorted Kirana to his manager's room. A graceful woman was sitting behind a large table.
“There can I help?” asked the forty-year-old manager after the male servant explained his arrival to the manager's room.
“I need a job mom. I can be a dishwasher, mopping floors and so on. I see no lowonga for freelancer.” Kirana tore off a piece of notepad.
The manager frowned. He seems surprised and really does not like the presence of Kirana who is not expected.
“Can cook?”
Kirana hesitated. He knows a bit of Mexican recipes from the Joyce madam and simple traditional menus. But he wasn't so sure it was useful in French restaurants.
The manager clicked his lips.
His eyes looked towards the tip of his hair to the tip of Kirana's feet with a slight wry smile. “Sorry yes, Ma'am. We are indeed looking for freelancers but to help chefs. Even so it remains to be a person who understands the basics of cooking, especially French cuisine.”
“I was robbed this morning. I have nothing but clothes in this suitcase. Please ma'am, I need a job.” Kirana wrote. The manager nodded slowly.
“Sorry, I still can't. Please come out now. You've taken my time,” said bu manager cold.
It's not that easy to ask for a job without skill and identity even if it's just for a cook helper. Kirana got up and knelt in front of the manager.
“What-what's this? I am not a labor minister who can easily give people jobs without qualifications. Quickly stand up and out of my room or I call security,” snapped bu manager fiercely.
Kirana cried and begged.
He won't leave until the manager gives him a job. Angrily, the manager called out to the employees and told them to drag Kirana out of their restaurant. Kirana doesn't know what else to do. He really needs a job. With a gontai step he left with no clear purpose.
***
It's getting dark. And his stomach can't be compromised to be quiet. He put his hand cold by night in his coat pocket.
Kirana took it with an astonished look that there were ten pieces of fifty thousand money. He gave thanks. At least the money could be for him to eat. Although he could not rent a room to stop by.
Did he think hard about the money in his pocket? could it be the aunt or the Maroon family? Ah, whoever he is, the money is very useful to him. What Kirana now needs is a place to live, no need for comfort that is important to be able to shelter from heat, cold, rain and of course safe from criminals. Because after all the city of Megapolitan like this a lot of criminal acts from various angles and modes.
Kirana sits at the TransJakarta stop. Take a break, while waiting for something that he himself does not know what to wait for and who or where to go. He did not fall asleep at the stop until an officer woke him.
Kirana set foot while enduring the incredible sleepiness, then stopped at a shopping mall, where some homeless people who fell asleep there based on newspapers or folding cardboard.
Nekat, he also joined dsana. At least he can rest for the night.
***
Kirana has been evicted three times, and the last time it was her turn by the shop owner who was about to open the shop where her emperor used to sleep with the other bums. The long journey of finding work and shelter must be completed today.
Luckily the aunt brought him some food and some cake to prop up her empty stomach. Kirana had breakfast with bread near the bus stop.
A luxury car stopped right in front of him. The front passenger glass is lowered.
“Mbak...”who is the woman in the car who drives. Kirana. Ma'am the manager of a French restaurant yesterday.
“Please enter my car,” Invite bu manager with a more friendly and warm tone. Kirana hesitated, but having no other choice, she rushed into her car. They shake.
“Sorry yes for my impoliteness yesterday. I tried to find back the existence of mbak, fortunately met here,” said bu manager while continuing to drive. Kirana was surprised, there was a wind what made the attitude of the manager of this French restaurant soften.
“Definitely surprised by my current attitude? when I told the staff to expel the madam, the French restaurant owner came and saw. He asked me what happened, he asked me to accept you work there,” story bu manager. “Maybe you are wondering why the restaurant owner is so nice to people he does not know. Because the owner of the restaurant has a foundation for people with disabilities, well.like you,” continued bu manager while glancing towards Kirana. Still with a look and a tone of disdain.
“He is very kind and cares for people who are blind, deaf, speechless and quadriplegic. Even if you want, later he will make mbak in the list of help in his foundation,” Clarify bu manager.
Actually deep in Kirana's heart she felt pain when considered disabled. It's not a real flaw. He was just injured by an accident. He may be able to recover tomorrow or one day. But at least he was grateful that someone cared.
The manager parked the car. He took Kirana through the side door of the restaurant.
“Because we ourselves do need employees who are odd and can do anything. The cook helper section is already filled with others. But you can learn later too. So later you..” Kirana immediately wrote her name and tore off the notepad.
“OK. So, Kirana your job every 6 am should wash all vegetables and packed in plastic to keep them fresh and hygienic, then put in the refrigerator. After that, you cleaned my room, toilet, employee room and kitchen. If people in the kitchen need your help, you should help them. Our restaurant is open from 9am to 10pm. You can be free after we close. Oh yes, because your work is a lot and must be on time we provide shelter in the back, close to the warehouse. The place is small, but clean. Take it easy, it is intended for employee rooms like you,” said bu manager.
The point is Kirana as the maid at the restaurant. Kirana nods and records all the tasks given by the manager. He is grateful to get a job and a place to live for free at once.
“Oh yes one more thing, even though the restaurant owner is kind to you, I don't want you to disappoint him. If you are incompetent and lazy then I do not hesitate to fire you without the approval of the restaurant owner. I work professionally here and I have the authority to do that. I hope you understand and make the most of this precious opportunity.” The manager raised his eyebrows and confirmed his words.
Kirana looks clumsy, but she promises to work well. At least while in Maroubra, cleaning and washing vegetables is common. And from that moment Kirana put the suitcase and other luggage into the room near the warehouse.
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