Merapi Never Ingkar Janji 2 (The Return of the Sultan)
SS. 14. The Same Taste
The glittering lights and festivities of a Nindya's birthday event have just begun.
Happy birthday songs and boisterous applause of the children sounded very crowded. Bunda Arum appointed Wulan as the host.
🎶Blow the candles, blow the candles, blow the candles now and now also🎶
Little Nindya closed her eyes, and prayed in her heart before starting to blow her birthday candle.
'Oh my God, I want to meet Mama. I miss Mama O Allah.' her prayer in my heart.
The sound of happy applause was given to the beautiful Nindya. Not long after the candle bearing the number three was extinguished, the boisterous sound of singing continued.
🎶 Cut the cake, cut the cake, cut the cake right now, right now, right now...🎶
"Let's go baby, we'll cut the cake." Pinta Bunda Arum helped cut her grandson's birthday cake.
However, the little girl still has not touched the cake knife that Mother Arum gave her.
His eyes were directed towards the main door.
"Why dear ?" Ask Mother Arum again.
"Where's Papa Al Eyang ?"
There was something he was looking forward to that night. Alfatih, a man who since childhood loved him as a father figure for Nindya.
"Maybe Papa Al again got stuck on the road. We'll be there soon." The Mother of Arum.
"Dya cut the cake waiting for Papa to come home." Her chattering.
"Darling, pity you've been waiting for the cake."
The little girl fell silent, she looked at all her friends present.
"But Eyang, Dya wants Papa." Her speech sulks.
"Dear, Daddy's coming soon." Mother said trying to convince her grandson.
True what Mother said, as if there was an inner bond between the two of them, Alfatih appeared among the crowd of children of Nindya's age. He entered not through the main door, but the side door of the pendopo.
"Happy birthday dear." The sound of barito but soothing heart sounds so melodious.
"Father !" Shouted Nindya, with her small footsteps she ran into Alfatih's embrace.
"Eh, why are there tears here." Al said while removing the remaining tears that had flowed on Nindya's cheeks.
"It's sad that Papa didn't come home." Plain talk.
"Papa must be home, let's continue cutting the cake."
While carrying his favorite nephew, Alfatih approached a birthday cake that was ready to be cut with Mother Arum.
The first piece Nindya gave to Papa Alfatih, while the next piece is definitely for Mother Arum who is now called Eyang.
"Thank you, baby, always be healthy, son." Mother Said.
Sister Wulan and the team from the halfway house helped distribute the birthday cake which was followed by a friendly event or dinner together.
In that moment, Alfatih had also prepared an angpao that was ready to be shared as gratitude for his favors.
The little boy had already mixed in with his friends, while everyone present was enjoying the prepared dishes.
Alfatih sat pensively with Reza of course.
"Al, have you eaten Nak ?" Ask Bunda while carrying a traditional snack package.
"Let's Mommy, let them enjoy the event first." He answered while glancing at the cake that Mother had just placed on the table.
"Reza, let's taste, guaranteed to be addictive." The word Mother imitates an advertisement.
Al picked up a green cake with a sweet taste.
Cake puthu ayu made by Anita who has since tickled her heart to feel.
'This cake, it tastes exactly like the cake I've been looking for.' He murmured in his heart.
"Why Nak ?" Mother asked in surprise, seeing her son's reaction when the first bite landed.
"It's okay, Mother, the cake is delicious." Her answer covered the curiosity in her heart.
Want it to taste Al asked, where did Mother Arum order these cakes. But undone, afraid if heard kepo with kitchen affairs.
"Za, this cake tastes exactly like the cake I was looking for a few years ago." He said softly to Reza as Mother left the two of them.
Reza just nodded his head while enjoying what his young boss had said.
"Do I need to ask Ms Arum where she ordered Mr ?"
"No, not just yet. We must not involve Mother in this."
"Good Sir." Reza answered according to.
The show was over, one by one the guests they invited had returned. Al also watched them, hoping that there was a girl selling puthu ayu he was looking for.
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Until the next day, not lost the sense of wonder about the existence of puthu ayu cake in his house, Gini Al again surprised with the same cake in his office.
'O Allah, what is this sign ? I almost forgot the gadia, but today You are brought back to my memory.' He murmured in his heart.
Alfatih's mind is filled with shadows of the girl who sells cake ayu. In fact, to make Al can hardly concentrate in the meeting this morning.
His hands were busy with the pen he was playing with, his mind was busy recalling as many faces as he had almost lost in his memories.
"Sir Al, can we close this show ?" Sinta asked who was barely heard by him.
"Oh, yeah, it's okay." Nervous answer.
Al almost embarrassed himself. Fortunately, Sinta was more skillful in leading the event.
"It's so delicious Mr. Al, I love Indonesian cuisine." Praise one of the clients from abroad.
No one does not like the traditional cakes that are served beautifully today.
"Za, call Nia to my room." His request to Reza, when all his guests have returned.
"What's up, sir ?" Nia asked nervously and fearfully.
"I don't know, Mr. Al asked you to go to his room before you came home."
"Good Sir."
'What did Mr Al call me, is there something wrong with the menu I presented earlier ?' Thought in the heart.
To be honest, Nia was very scared. But whatever the risk he will face.
Nia was still standing at the door of the CEO room. His hands started to freeze, his body felt cold hot.
"Hey !" Tegur Reza was half a surprise.
"Astagfirullah, Mr. Reza. Just make me hang." Gerrutu pout.
"What are you doing here ?"
"I, I want to face Mr. Al." Nervous answer.
"Keep ?"
"Nervous sir, scared. What is my fault, sir ?"
"Well, how do I know." Reza replies, not understanding.
Tok ... tok ...
Reza started knocking on the door.
"Sir Reza, hold on." Whimpering.
"Lake in."
Reza just shrugged her shoulders, regardless of Nia's request, after hearing the answer from the owner of the voice that was in the room.
"What's Za ?" Al asked who saw Nia tailing behind him.
"I just want to get my file that's missing sir." His reply pointed to a red map that he had accidentally left on the table.
"Oh, yeah." Answer Al briefly.
"Good afternoon sir." Sap Nia ducked down, as Al began to notice her whereabouts.
"Sit Nia."
"Yes sir." Say it while arranging his heart and ass.
"I'll excuse you, sir." Pamit Reza's.
'Mampus me, where Mr. Reza even went again.' The grunt in the heart.
"Wait a minute, Za, you go with me." Answer Al.
"Good Sir."
'Alhamdulillah, slamet - slamet.' He murmured inwardly, while stroking his own chest.
"Why Nia ?"
Alfatih's question was shocking.
"It's okay sir." Still ducking nervous.
Reza just smiled - a smile of her own seeing Nia's behavior.
"I just want to ask, where did you order the traditional cakes that you were serving at the meeting ?"
Instantly Nia's face flushed red and did not know what to answer. Between being honest and not, Al asked Nia to order at their catering subscription, while Nia instead ordered a special place, namely traditional cakes made by Anita.
'What is this ? Is there anything that is not right with the presentation of Tata earlier. O Allah, protect your servant.' He murmured in his heart.
"Why silence ?"
"Sorry sir, let me complain to where I ordered the cake."
"Nia, I'm just asking, where did you order the cake ?"
"Yes, I ordered in place of the traditional cake-making production house sir." Reply belepotan.
"Where is that ?" Ask Al again.
"Is there a cake that is not tasty or damaged maybe sir ?" Nia asked back.
"You're too long-winded, Nia, I'm just asking where ?"
"On my friend sir." He answered, between fear and confusion.
"Can you get your friend here tomorrow ?"
"Yes sir, I hope I can."
"Why hope ?"
"Because he's busy sir." Answer origin.
"Okay, tomorrow I'm gonna meet up and order a lot of her pastries, so there's no reason she's busy. Because it's business."
The word Al is an ultimatum to Nia.
"Good Sir."
"You can go home."
"Yes sir, thank you very much. Excuse me sir."
Reza is still not out of thought, how great is this young boss to be able to find the traditional cake-making woman.
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