My Poor Secretary's
The Part 18
Gwen took Aldrich to a special room to change the work clothes of the employees. There was a hard chair there. Gwen looked for a potluck to coat the place and lay down her stepdaughter.
“Sleep first, yes, Aldirch. Mama can't give you a comfortable place here. Sleep well.” Gwen kissed the tiny forehead before leaving her stepson alone.
Gwen changed clothes with a restaurant shirt, tied her rambunya so as not to fall off to the food she would serve. Every day, the place to work is never empty of visitors. Even from the open there was already someone waiting in line. Maybe because it is legendary so many people who like the taste of the cuisine there.
“Good morning, Sir. Can I help you?” gwen asked when there was a man at the end of the table waving a hand calling her. He came and spoke kindly to the man.
“You add one steak, but request use hot plate.”
“Well, any more additions?”
“No.”
“Good, please wait a minute.” Gwen bowed her body and passed to the kitchen to notify the order of the customer she had just served.
After ten minutes of waiting, the order was finished. The cook handed it to Gwen. But the sound of a child's cry that was loud enough to reach his eardrum made him unfocused and his smooth white arm exposed was exposed to the edge of iron that was still hot from the cutlery requested by the customer.
“Aw ...,” Gwen groans as she feels the heat burn her skin. The reflex he distanced his hand, in shock making him want to drop the dish that was still carried by his partner. The other hand that was not hit by the hot iron was directly holding the hot plate so as not to fall. As a result, his left arm was injured, and his right palm was the same. “Sorry,” regrets feeling guilty.
“You okay?” Gwen's co-worker wasn't scolding the woman's negligence. He showed concern for his fellow employees there.
“Yes, but the dish is so unhygienic again.”
“Sorry to make a mess and trouble you.”
“It’s okay, you should treat your wound immediately before it blisters. I know the iron was very hot because I just picked it up from the grill.”
Gwen stared with a faint feeling. He did not feel good enough to trouble his partner. But his mind was also split in two with the sound of Aldrich's cry which was now no longer heard.
Gwen did not immediately treat her wound as suggested by her colleague. Because, the manager who watches from behind the glass of the special room of the managerial position of the restaurant there, is looking at him with a very sharp gaze.
The motherly woman immediately brought the order to the customer's table. Put a hot plate in front of the person who looks very hungry. “Sorry, because it has to wait a long time.”
“Tak apa.”
“Mama ... mama .. mama ...” The sound of Aldrich's crying echoed in the restaurant area.
Making all the customers who were enjoying the dish look at the little boy who ran towards Gwen.
Gwen immediately held her stepson and apologized to all customers there for disturbing their calm. He brought Aldrich into the employee-only area.
“Aldrich, why cry?” gwen asked gently as she rubbed the top of the boy's head.
