My Husband is my First Love

10.Arlita my daughter

Sunday is the day I've been waiting for, where I can relax a little because school is off.

time showed at 09:00 I was getting ready to go to work.

After tidying up I went out of the room to the dining table for breakfast.

I take bread that has been smeared with chocolate jam and also a glass of milk.

"Alhamdulilah was finally full too" he said after breakfast.

"Aren't you going to work ?ask mother.

" Yes Ma'am." I said as I walked over to him and said goodbye.

"Tok Faiz's lonely house with Mutia where's Mom?

" They go to the market, you tell them to go shopping and spend their groceries again on holiday".

"Oh pantes deserted house.kak left ya Bu, not afraid late, especially this Sunday must be a very rame restaurant".my camit while kissing my hands with reverence.

"Assalamu'alaikum ".

" Wa'alaikumsalam, be careful on Kak's road".message to his mother.

"Yes Mom".

Arlita came out of the house and happened to be the ojek in the message that was in front of the house waiting for her.

"With Mba Arlita?tanyakanya.

" Oh, I am Arlita."

"This is Mba The helmet is used first".he said as he handed over the Helm.

" Thank you ".talk me while receiving the Helmet.

The motorbike we were riding darted into a fairly crowded highway.15 minutes the motorcycle arrived at the restaurant.

After paying him Lita went straight into the restaurant which was quite crowded.

" Lita, have you just arrived?asked my senior Nila at Resto who came to me.

"Yes Mba, here I just want to change the uniform ".sayapku while walking towards the dressing room.

" okay.

After changing uniforms, I headed to work where everyone was busy because of the large number of visitors.

"Lita".call Mba Hera.

I approached him" Yes Mba".

"This help you anterin table order no.10".

" Good Mba".

I stepped towards table no.10, why today my heart suddenly got quite agitated, there was a little bit of anxiety.

I kept my feet up to table no.10 to deliver their order.

Suddenly my steps felt heavy when it was getting closer to the table no.10.

Why do my feet feel so heavy.

"What is this".I thought to myself.

Then I was spelled no.10 and then I just fell silent.It is fitting that my heart feels anxious that there is a figure of someone I really hate.

The son of a bitch who made me, my mother and my two sisters suffer.

She was sitting alone with a woman, the same woman, the woman who 5 years ago had taken her from my mother.

I just fell silent on the spot when I saw those who were engrossed in talking out of what he was talking about because they were laughing.

The woman looked at me

"Hey waiter why stay there quickly put our order on the table".

The man glimpsed me, then returned to his original position.

" good".my word.

"So the servant is right, the lowly servant's base.

I didn't really want to repay him but because I was upset I wanted to teach him a little lesson.

I put their ordered food rough.then when I put the drink in front of the woman deliberately spilled it towards her automatically the clothes of the woman was wet because of the spillage of drinking water that she ordered.

He continued to curse her with harsh words.

The man stood up and helped clean it with a tissue.

"My shirt is wet, what is this".

I stood there with no guilt at all.

Mba Hera came to our table because she heard a commotion from the woman who was shouting to call the person in charge at the Restaurant.

" There is something we can help Mr. Ma'am" said Mba Hera.

"You're in charge here?

" Yes me, what's wrong, ma'am?

"You asked your servant, he made my clothes wet.

Mba Hera saw me.

before he spoke the woman had said again

"I want him fired".

"I'm sorry for our servant's mistake ma'am, my boss apologized for his inconvenience".

" she should be fired".

"It's just a trivial matter anyway the waiter was unintentionally".said the man beside him.

" Why did your Mas defend him, obviously he was wrong.

"You told the waiter to apologize". Said the man.

" Good".he said he approached me.

"Arlita, you're sorry".

Deg.

The man looked at me with an unexpected expression.

"Oh Lord the girl who stood before me was Arlita my daughter, the daughter whom I had been in vain for a long time.

I just kept quiet without talking and looked at the man with a hateful look, without apologizing I ran away from the place.

I left the restaurant.Without feeling my steps stopped in a garden.I sat on a chair without feeling the tears that I could not bear falling on both cheeks.

I shed all my tears.

"why do I have to see him again, when the wounds he has scratched are still in my heart.Yes Allah I do not know what your plan is, but I beg you not to make my life more hurt".I complained while holding my chest which was getting crowded.

"Can I sit here?say someone.

I saw it turned out to be Pramudya." since when was He here?my question is in my heart.

Pramudya smiled and without waiting for my approval he sat down beside me.

"You need a backrest?I can give you my shoulder, whenever I'll always be there for you".

I was also moved to hear it.

Her hands touched both of my cheeks and gently wiped away the tears that were still dripping on both of my cheeks.

" Don't feel alone because from now on I'll always be there for you".

"Thank you, you're not mad at me for making your restaurant name so ugly?

Pramudya touched my two hands." You don't have to think about it, you better go home and rest, you look a little tired".

"You fired me?

" Of course not, but I fired you.I just want you to rest at home today.

Take it easy your salary won't be cut".he entertained with a smile.

"Pram." call me.

"Yes".

" Thank you"

"Together".

seriated