Marry handsome ustad

Owner of the eating house

Zahra stood up leaning her chin on the cashier's table, watching the customers enjoying the food,

"Hehhhh, so remember ustad. What else is he?" she murmured slowly, it felt so long, her days were silent without being able to argue directly with her husband.

"Your child can eat with such a couple!" he murmured again when he saw a couple who could chat while enjoying their food.

But suddenly the focus of his eyes was on someone who was busy removing groceries from the car. The man was assisted by several other employees, more precisely giving command to other employees. Otherwise knowing him would probably have thought that the man was a boss, as did Zahra a few days ago.

"That's Mr. Dul, he must have been so busy that I never saw him." he murmured, because for five days internship at the place just this time he saw Mr. Dul in addition to the time to leave and go home. Mr. Dul was never seen passing by in the food stall, he just appeared at a glance and left again.

Then Zahra realized something again, some employees he did not even know and still looked foreign.

"Many employees are here" he murmured again.

"Let's see what, Zah?" apparently, without realizing it from earlier he was also being observed by someone, she was the girl who was sitting behind the cashier table. His name was Desi, visible from the tag name attached to his chest.

Zahra immediately turned to the girl and turned back to look at Mr. Dul who was almost done with his work.

"That's mbak, Mr. Dul!"

"What's the same about Dul?" ask the girl who is also interested in staring at Mr. Dul.

"What the hell is Dul here? I think people are very trusting!?" his question was curious, because he felt Mr. Dul was quite reluctant in that place.

"Ohhh, Mr. Dul, obviously he's disinclined!" say the girl for sure.

"Why?" zahra asked increasingly curious.

"Pak Dul is a personal driver for ustad Zaki, besides Mr. Dul is also a trusted person for Zaki!"

"Huhhh?"

Zahra was really surprised by the girl's words, "I think you're mistaken, ma'am! Mas ustad it's just ustad kampung, it's impossible to have a personal driver everything! Mr. Dul is his friend!"

The girl seemed to be circulating her gaze, she saw the situation around them,

"here, closer!" he said in a whisper, after making sure everyone was busy with their work.

"What's wrong?" Zahra also saw the situation, hesitating to approach.

"Here!" he said it again while waving his hand.

Zahra finally approached,

"What's wrong?"

"You seriously don't know who owns this restaurant?" tanyanya looks serious.

"Well, I'm just an intern. What's the matter?"

"Aren't you curious?"

Zahra was a little curious, because at the beginning Heni had said that the owner of the restaurant was the one who was in the village with him. But as far as he knew, the people in his village no one had a restaurant.

Maybe ..., Zahra shook her own head unconvinced.

"No, nothing to do with me!?" replied Zahra lightly.

"If I said how did it relate to you?"

"meaning?"

"Here you see it's them!" said the girl while pointing at several other apprentices including Weni.

"What's wrong with them?"

Right too ..., inner Zahra. For four days at the place his job was just delivering a piece of paper containing the total food they ordered while his friend was working on this.

If morning, other mopping, mopping, cleaning glass and others, he was only asked to wipe the rest of the table is not there unlike others still have to do other work.

"Yes!?" zahra finally admitted it. "Trus what is the relationship of the owner of this restaurant with me?"

"Don't tell anyone I told ya!" said the girl and Zahra nodded her head and the girl brought her lips closer to Zahra's ears.

But just about to whisper, suddenly one of the customers waved his hand,

"Just a minute, there's a customer calling!" zahra said back away his ears, he immediately brought a chest board containing a small note and also a menu book because the customer seemed to have just arrived.

Zahra quickly approached the desk of the new customer,

"Good day, ma'am. Please write your order here!" said Zahra while handing over the menu book and also a scrap of kerta dear contains a list of orders.

"Wait a minute, we didn't take long!" said the man with the mustache, asking Zahra not to leave his desk, indeed some lazy customers to call again.

"Good mas!"

After waiting for about five minutes, the order list was returned to Zahra,

"Wait a minute, ma'am. We will prepare it soon.

Zahra quickly returned, but she did not find the same girl behind the counter,

"This is mbak, the order!" zahra said, handing over the paper, and the woman older than the girl who had received it and immediately continued on to the cooking table behind.

Zahra sat back in her place, watching around looking for the girl. He was still very curious about who the owner of the food stall was, but in fact he did not find the trunk of his nose, he said,

Where the hell was he? inner wondering.

And finally he ventured to ask the woman who was also waiting for the cashier table to replace the girl,

"Mom,"

"Yes?" the woman turned her head and smiled at Zahra, her smile looking so sweet with her shuffled teeth.

"Emmm, where was that?" tanyanya and the woman frowned not understanding, not understanding,

"Mir's cashier?" ask Zahra again to clarify.

"Ohhhh Desi?"

Zahra didn't know his name yet, but she decided to nod her head. "Yes mbak!"

"Desi can be a duty to nganter pesenan same sir Dul."

Yahhhh, so continue the story ..., complained Zahra in the heart, he was already very curious about the story of the girl.

..."When you love someone without cause, then also rest assured that a thousand causes though will not be able to pluck it out of your heart."...

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