Ngumbara Love
Part 7's
Be extraordinary
"Where is that?" Sarcass Mella.
"Don't shirk, I can read your mind." Pointing the wide eel of Mella with one finger. Andhra did not care about the noise in front of her, she chose to sit back and check a pile of files, ignoring the employees who were fighting without wanting to interfere.
"Yetoo!" The mouth is not finished yet.
"Women do not know themselves. Andhra did believe and started forgiving you. But for me, you'll never change, it might just be camouflage. Chameleon!"
"I'll prove it, that I'll get better. I won't let my brother down." Mella fiery.
"It should! Because if you do anything, even if you help your mother, then I'll be happy to make you sorry."
"If you're done, please get out of this room." Andhra was already feeling puffed up.
Ozan walked quickly out of Andhra's room, before leaving, his two fingers pointing at his eyes as if to say.
"I'll always be watching you."
Mella stopped her steps, the dew in her eyes began to drip.
*I have tried my hardest. I will not follow your behavior.*
Mella closed the door to Andhra's room very slowly.
*I'd rather focus my work instead of thinking about Ozan's unfortunate threat. Why does this heart hurt. Mama, why are you making my life so complicated.
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Lunch hours make activities at a restaurant near the office more busy. Everyone works deftly. A few years ago, this place was just a stall with a simple food menu. But over time, it was able to turn into a restaurant that provides many delicious foods at affordable prices. Think of this as a bokek restaurant, where everyone can still eat even though their pockets are thinning. That's why this restaurant never leaves visitors.
"This is table number 7."
"Ready!" Say something else.
"Additional menu for table number 5."
"Request tomato sauce, table two out."
"Delivery ready to deliver." Sound after sound is so beautiful in hearing. Activity began to increase.
"Lunchtime always leaves us overwhelmed." The pretty girl wiped her forehead. He would rather annoy a chef who was none other than his own uncle, than serve a guest up front.
"Don't stir it that way." His father gave the instructions "but gini nih, a little shake the picture."
"Well, spill uncle!" Shouted the girl who had been bothering the chef at the restaurant since a month ago. The chef just smiled at the splash of two vegetables lying on the edge of the stove. Understand with his nephew who likes to destroy everything.
"More calm Rossi, with feelings!"
His name is Rossi. The girl who just graduated High School. He went to this city with the aim of furthering his education. Rossi's parents allowed Rossi's origin to remain under his uncle's supervision. Be Rossi will always be in this restaurant whenever you have free time.
"Love uncle times, wear the feeling of everything."
"Because it's a special menu from the heart. It must be full of love." The chef took the plate and started plating. Rossi watched closely, recording in his little brain everything he learned from his uncle.
"It looks like this menu isn't in the books of your uncle's list yet?" Rossi stripped down the special menu that had just been neatly arranged on the table. Last time, the chef put the vegetables down.
"Perfects! Try tasting this. It's the first time uncle made our ancestral recipe." Rossi frowned in wonder. The villagers used to call this corn rice.
"Enak is uncle, but... Will it sell?" Chewing corn rice that is equipped with vegetable anointing. Rossi took it again and chewed it, a blend of flavors from savory, spicy and delicious trees. Beef seasoned with natural spices tastes more yummy on the tongue.
"The question is, the proof is that you don't want to stop bribing." Uncle ejek. Rossi chuckled, aware of himself who turned out to be fond of traditional food.
"But uncle's tumben made corn rice?" Because in addition to the time-consuming process, making delicious corn rice requires the right theory. Otherwise, the corn rice will be peach.
"This is special for our special guests. He rarely eats here, so there's no harm in us satisfying him with a special menu." I am so proud that my uncle said it. His eyes showed that his work was extraordinary. It's just corn rice. Not a modern menu adopted from abroad.
"This is just a regular menu that is even in the word of people as a cheap menu. What's special uncle?"
"Of course, don't think about it. Your little brain won't be able to load it."
"Rossi, the VIP table needs service." Shouted his cousin who had been pacing to serve visitors.
"Ready Everyone!" Rossi put the spoon in his hand. The law in restaurants is, if VIP guests will be served specifically by the family of the restaurant owner.
"Serve Rossi properly, he's an important part of your uncle's business." Said the middle-aged woman in front of the food storage room. Record the stock of goods that are starting to thin.
"Yes Auntie!"
*Why aren't aunts just serving him.* Rossi grumbled as he passed to the VIP room. There was his grandfather and two customers who looked familiar. It was clearly visible from the old face strokes that were increasingly piling up. Even those wrinkled lips were still widened.
"Rossi, bring our special menu to Nak Andhra." Rossi just opened his voice. His mouth was locked tightly back. Rossi breezed back into the kitchen without seeing the customer's face. All he knew was that his grandfather was so happily chatting.
"Personal menu for uncle's VIP customers." The chef offered the same menu as was tasted by Rossi.
"This?"
"Yes, make a special customer a VIP guest." Although quite astonished because VIP customers ordered corn rice, Rossi still brought it.
Aren't VIP customers usually a lot of money, why only order corn rice?
Now arriving at the VIP room the atmosphere that had been warm was now quiet by his presence. As Rossi salting, Rossi chose to subordinate his views. Rossi deftly arrange food and drinks at the table.
"Please son, this was purposely made especially for you." Rossi remained focused on the table, occasionally glancing at his patrons who looked bright.
"Well, this is a fortune to be grateful for. I haven't eaten this for a long time." Rossi glanced at it with his tail. It seems that these two people are very enthusiastic about eating the available menu.
"Well, last time we ate this was in your village, boss." Rossi was still unmoved, glancing at the plate that had started to diminish in content. They eat like hungry people for days.
Love and love local products. Inner Rossi. Then passed.
"Hows it? Do they like it?" Uncle is like someone waiting for news from his girlfriend.
Unfortunately, Rossi's phone vibrated before he answered. "Mom called uncle."
"Let's just say it." He said, but his face looked disappointed.
"Yes, Mama!"
"Tomorrow!"
"Only! At least the motorbike is carried by a friend to the nearest terminal. As always. I took the bus. To the new village on a motorbike."
"Yes!"
A few minutes call is over.
"How's it?"
"Mom told me to go home, be told to take the bike later in the afternoon!"
"Isn't that?" I hope Rossi understands.
"That's why they eat!" Understand what your uncle means. It turns out that uncle is more attentive to his customers.
"Later in the afternoon I went home uncle, after dhuhur."
"Yes, be careful on the road. And don't speed!"
"Mom told me to take the bus first."
"Well, the highway is not where you drive." Cleaning a dirty kitchen table.
"You've always doubted my ability."
"We love you, eat it. Let Bejo carry your bike. He's also allowed to go home this afternoon. Later until terminal X you can pick it up.
To be continued
