Merapi Never Ingkar Janji 2 (The Return of the Sultan)

SS. 13. A Beginning

Three years later...

The flower buds slowly began to bloom. Show the world how beautiful she is.

Anita, the innocent girl who always appeared as it was, is now more fashionable and always pay attention to her appearance.

"Alhamdulillah, the longer my savings increase." His gratitude when he received a savings book from the cashier after setting aside some of his hard work to work as an Office Girl.

For almost two years Tata has been working as an office girl in a subsidiary of 'Kamandanu Group'.

"Mbak Ata, tumben is still home in the morning ?" Sapa Rini, one of the residents of the halfway house.

"Yes, Wulan asked me to come home early." The answer.

"What event is it ?" Ask Rini kepo.

Tata just shrugged his shoulders, because he himself did not know, what made Mbak Wulan ask him to go home early.

"Yes already, there quickly meet Ms. Wulan. It's afraid it's important again."

"okay." Answer Tata while pinching the gnarled cheek of the Centil Rini.

"Lw... Ma'am Ata !" He shouted, either amused or in the pain he felt.

Anita went to her room. Before looking for where Mbak Wulan is, he changed his clothes and put his bag in the room.

"Tata, you've come home son ?" This time Randy asked.

He still lives in a halfway house. Because until this moment, no child has yet sought and picked her home.

"Yes Ma'am, Ms. Wulan asked me to come home early." The answer.

"Oh yes, I forgot. Mother of the owner of the house stopped here."

"Mother ? What's up, ma'am ?"

"Mom doesn't know either, it looks like they're talking seriously in the office."

Hearing Bu Ranti's explanation, Tata rushed to the office to find out the intention of Mother's arrival to the halfway house, and what it had to do with Mbak Wulan's request to him.

Tok .. tok ..

"Yes, come in." I heard Nilam's voice from inside.

"Assalamu'alaikum Mother."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Dad. Go in, son." Reply to Ms. Nilam softly.

"Sorry Mom Nilam, I'm looking for Ma'am Wulan. Is there a wulan ?" Tata asked, his eyes glancing around the room. But what he was looking for was nowhere to be found.

"Mr Wulan is out shopping."

"Sorry Mother, earlier Ma'am Wulan asked Tata for permission earlier, he said there was important. What's up ?" Ask Tata curiously.

Because the person concerned is not in the workspace, then Tata asked that to Mother Nilam. Who knows, he understands that better too.

"Sit down here, I have something to say." Pinta.

In the heart actually Tata very stubborn. Afraid that he might accidentally make a mistake.

"So morning, Mommy came to the halfway house." Bu Nilam said the story begins. Shut up and listen carefully.

"Tonight, Mother will hold a birthday celebration of her three-year-old grandson." Its effects.

"And we're all invited." He said he ended the story.

"Then, why was I asked to go home early ? It's still tonight."

"Yes, there is one Mother's request. As a complement to the food menu later tonight, Mother wants you to make her grandson's favorite birthday cake. Hence Mbak Wulan shopping needs making puthu cake." Terang Bu Nilam's.

"Oh ... " Tata's comment while nodding - nodding his head.

"Cock O only ?"

"Hehehe... Sorry Miss Nilam, I was surprised. Cook the rich like puthu cake." Cengengesan.

"You are, can't you ?"

"Yes strange, usually the food menu to the west - that stuff."

"Mother and her family are indeed rich people. But He is not arrogant, he is never even ashamed if he has to eat with one table with us - us."

Again Tata just nodded, hearing the story of Miss Nilam.

"Tata, let's go to the kitchen yuk. Let me help you." Says Mbak Wulan, who suddenly just glanced into the room.

Deftly, Tata make dough cake puthu ayu. Bak a chef, in a short time, he has completed several packages of puthu ayu cake.

"Mother."

Tata approached and shook his hand.

"Mother invites all of you to come to the second birthday celebration of Mother's grandchildren." Pinta Bunda Arum's.

"Insha God the Mother."

That afternoon Mother Arum came to invite the housekeeper to stop with her children and take an order of puthu ayu cake made by Anita.

Exactly depleted magrib, a medium-sized bus with a capacity of about thirty people, came to pick up a large family of residents of a halfway house.

After performing the Maghrib prayer service, all are ready to go. Including with Tata.

Ddrrrr...

Anita undoes her intention to leave, as the phone in her pocket shakes.

"Yes Buk, fine. I'll be there soon." He said as he ended the conversation via his cellular connection.

"What's Ta ?" Asked Mbak Wulan, who saw me undo the intention to enter the bus medium which was soon leaving for the residence of Mother Arum.

"Sorry Mom, it seems I can't go to Mother's place." The answer is still half busy with the phone.

"Why ?" Wulan wants to know.

"Busan Bu Nia contacted me, to come overtime tonight."

'Straw ? Not that Tata works as an office girl huh, then overtime what does she do ?' Thought in the heart.

"Sorry Ta, office girl there is also overtime duty huh ?"

"Yes, this time too. Because it just so happened that I had permission this afternoon, so Ms. Nia asked me and some friends, to help organize and clean the meeting room in the office." It is long broad.

"Want a meeting tonight ?"

"Lacking to know Ma'am, but said Dinda, tomorrow morning - the morning will really have a meeting with clients from abroad." Clearly again.

"Wulan, Tata, come on in. I will be late." Call Miss Nilam.

"Yes already then, Ma'am go first huh. You be careful on the road." Pamit Wulan's.

"Loe...Tata's not coming ?" Ms. Nilam asked as Wulan closed her car door before Tata went inside.

"There's a night duty at her place of work Mother." Wulan explained.

Tata waved his hand, in his heart wanted to feel to celebrate the birthday celebration of his grandson Bunda Arum.

But whatever day, he's just the lowest-ranking employee in the office. Without wasting any more time, Tata immediately rushed towards work.

"Night Miss Nia."

"Ta night, you finally came too. I really need your help." Said hastily.

"Yes ma'am, I'll take my clean tools for a moment." Tata's reply turned around would leave his speaking opponent.

"Wait a minute, that's not what I mean." Nia again prevented Tata from leaving.

"Then what is Ma'am ?"

"Gini Ta, I'm confused. Tomorrow after the meeting with the client, there's a lunch. Mr. Boss asked for a complete market snack in the treat. Because our theme this time is not only tourism but also Indonesian culinary." Unmistakably.

Tata scrunched his forehead. Still bigung, where is the direction of Nia's conversation this time.

"So, what can I do for Ms Nia ?"

"Hehehe. that question I've been waiting for."

"Hhuuf..." Tata's comment grunts.

"I've had the day of your cake, it tastes so good. So, tonight I have prepared the ingredients for you to make various kinds of cakes, so. tomorrow morning focus on making a kind of parcel as beautiful as possible. Can !"

The last sentence sounds like a compulsion. But that's okay, because Tata is already an expert in his field.

"So, I was asked not to come clean ?"

"No, everything's done. Hehehe..."

That night Tata returned to the halfway house, he prepared everything to make various kinds of traditional snacks.

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