One Name A Story

IGGK #3

"Good brother"

Before long the order was ready and I drove, as I exited the kitchen, I passed Pras

"Mirror?" Call her

"Wait, one second" I said

"Okay"

I went to the customer complaint earlier

"Please father, sorry for one minute too soon" I said

"Okay, I'm tasting"

After tasting, I hope it fits

And finally fit too

"Okay, this is new, I like it, who are you?" Ask customer

"I'm Kumala sir" I said

"Oh well, I'm great, greetings, oh yes this is my business card, need nothing to say, because I love your cooking and service"

"Good sir"

"Pay to the front cashier?"

"Yes sir"

"Okay, here are tips for you"

"No need, papa"

"Receive it"

"Good sir thanks"

Pras came to me shortly

"Udah, the other one, it's three o'clock more why still haven't come home?" Ask a pras

"Yes, sir, there was a customer, I also helped to keep the kafee's good name awake"

"Judah let me put it right you go home, rest, I'll come home at 4 o'clock because"

"Good sir"

"Dimas" said Pras calling Dimas

"Yes sir"

"This machine, bring it back, you will finish the shif you say the same other shif please if there are more customers do not involve other employees who should go home"

"Good sir"

"Pak Pras, this is what I want sir" I whispered

"You're there home"

"Good"

I went home, took a break..

Tired of feeling today, where customers are full, and many services that need me, tired of living it

I'm heading to Pras' house..

Arriving, Mr. Pras has not returned, it turns out, there is only Pras' nephew who is my age there, Frans his name.

"Where's the mall" asked Frans

"Maybe on the street"

"Oh"

Frans Pras' nephew who lives with Pras because their families are left only Pras and Frans because of the other victims of the accident and some other massacre of robbers

Miris indeed, that's the reason I want to help Pras as well

Pras came shortly..

"Kumala" call her

"Yes sir"

"So who?"

"Where is sir?"

"The last one"

"That's the customer, that's Anjani's complaint, I helped her happen to like my cooking and my service, so I was given her business card"

"Why don't you want it's not your time to go home"

"My obligation sir to make a good name kafee and mild restaurant awake, try I was not showing teeth instead of customers coming home with disappointment finally no longer want to come and many are no longer customers"

Hearing my explanation, Pras fell silent, probably feeling I was right, so he was silent

"Sir. I continue to clean it" I said

"Oh yes"

Around eight o'clock in the night..

"Mal, you are done well I want to find food outside aja you temeni" said Pras

"Oh well pras"

After getting ready

"Where to pras"

"Find a meal, what about your fried rice subscription?"

"Diyon?"

"Yes, how"

"Can, can I"

After arriving, I ordered, and after eating Pras drove me home

"Come to my house pras, tomorrow morning I just came home" I said

"You take a break for the night, don't stay home, let's not drop, I don't want you to do anything"

"Oh thanks Pras"

Since I worked with Pras, I have limited my familiarity with a little modesty, because it should be so, when I got home, some residents saw me get off the luxury car..

Obviously tomorrow will be crowded already..

Tomorrow morning when I'm shopping for breakfast mom and dad at home, meet the residents

"Neng, who's going home with Semalem?" Ask one of the citizens

"Boss I buk, nganter I came home last night" I replied casually

The other few whispered to each other that I was astonished to the point of sounding slightly in my ear, what was that called whispering?

"The boss, yes it really means, the Kumala became a mistress, which we saw last night was so dashing, yes maybe maintained" whispered some neighbors

"This sir, how much is the total" I said

"Oh yes, 300 thousand ajah"

I opened the purse which was peeked at the neighbor who was standing next to me

"Yes the money is a lot too, cook it a lot, do ma'am mistin if cooking the same usual shopping not until the 300s" whispered a few more

"Let's sir, thank you" I said

I pass, whatever they say, I'm not like they accuse me..

I went into the kitchen and started cooking..

Suddenly my mother approached me

"You're shopping a lot Mala?" Prattling

"Yes buk, this is for our breakfast, Mala's work has also begun to lift the economy, so no papa is buk"

"Yes, but a few days ago, I was raining a lot of citizen questions about you working nights, you actually work at the mall, where does it work?"

"Mother, I am calm yes, Mala is really a buk work, Mala clean work kok buk"

"Then was last night?"

"That's Mala buk's boss in the cafe"

"Oh, I'll ask you to come in sometime"

"Where to open, he's a rich man, don't want to enter our little house"

"That's it, rich man, oh"

"Jude mom to the table yeah"

Because the state of my house is too small, even though the land to the back is still wide, making the dining and living room into one, sometimes also the room became our dining room, television does not exist, and so on, radio was not there, took the initiative to install the house, I set aside money from my work..

A few months later, I began renovating my floor, which was made of dirt, then mngkramik, then restyling the toilet, adding rooms such as my own dining room, tivi room itself, and kitchen, and so on, and one more room and many more..

"You work very diligently, son, we have really changed" said the mother

But when I started to pioneer the economy, my father left me and my mother, Sanghyang Widhi was testing us and loving my father in this way

Again and again seeing my economic changes, made the neighbors more convinced I was working to become a mistress of officials, businessmen, etc

No matter what they think, I just live a hard life, if I don't want to until when I turn around in this situation

My phone rings soon

"Kumala, do not go to the cafe directly to the house, I just returned from out of town" said pras

"Oh yes Pras, I went straight to your house"

"Yaudah"

Today Pras just came home from Jogja, there was a meeting there with some of his clients, and I had to come to his house without having to go to the cafee..

That's my good job

While on the road, I met Pras' nephew.

"Mala" he called

"Frans, what's here?"

"Yes from the house, where are you going"

"Your house, Pras went home so I don't have to go to the cafeteria" he said"

"Yes yes, yaudah ride my bike, we're together"

"Now papa"

"Yes, you want to go to my house too"

"Yaudah"

I'm heading to Pras' house with the frans

"Where are you going?" Ask frans

"I don't know, it's cranky again"

"Oh, the workshop has been brought"

"Not yet"

"Why?"

"There's no time yet"

"Oh"

Arriving at pras's house..

"I'm coming late?" Ask to pras

"Son, fitting, what's up"

"Bareng me Om" sambar frans

"I can't"

"Yes from Reni's house, meet her, yeah together"

"Oh"

"Judah I'm going to the kitchen"

"Eh masakin egg chicken yes, two seeds, which are ripe, I do not like the runny mall" said Pras

"Oh yes"

"Mala, me too, in the fridge there is sausage, cook for me too" said Frans

"Yes" I answered

I started cooking and preparing food, I called Pras and Frans and I left..

"Where are you going" asked Pras

"Nyiram Pras plant"

"Well you don't cook for yourself?"

"Neither Pras, it was breakfast"

"Oh jaudah"

"I stay yes"

"Yes yes"

I headed to the garden next to the house located some flowers relics of Pras' mother there, I who replaced her mother take care of some of her plants

Before long I saw Frans sitting on the front porch of the house with my cup of coffee made earlier

"Udah breakfast frans" I asked

"Udah Mal, stay Om Pras tuh"

"Oh jaudah"

Hours of Frans sitting there, from me to watering until I've cleaned his entire household

"Frans, not college?" Much

"So, again lazy" replied Frans

"En empty hours"

"Maybe, for two days, is not saturated that way" Frans said

"Oh"

"Mala"

"Yes franc"

"I want soto, that's at the end of the crossroad road ahead of the market"

"Oh there, here I buy it" I said

"Begging Om Pras, say I told you to" said Frans

"Oh jaudah"

I headed towards Pras who was busy with his laptop

"Eh Mala, here you buy me some tape, next to the ice vendor mix, buy it. Also, the ice mixes three deh" Pras said

"Oh yes Pras..em Pras, what is lunch?" Much

"Whatever you want to cook"

"Frans asked for soto earlier"

"Soto?"

"Yes, that's at the end of the front crossroad of the market"

"Oh yaudah, buy me the money, all for lunch in his sotos"

"Okeh"

I left on foot, because the distance was not too far away,

Arriving at the shop..

"Sir" I said

"Eh mbak, what's it looking for?"

"This sir, soto kuah do not need to use rice, the sauce just buy 20 thousand yes" said I

"Oh yes, wait nggeh"

Because the end comes, you must be patient waiting for your turn to be made an order

There was a man who ordered a meal glancing at me, but when I saw him turn his face away, he looked away, and so on until finally the father of the seller asked what side dish to order for his pecel rice he ignored and was surprised by himself

Makes me want to laugh but it's weird, so I'm quieter than I'm wrong

"20 thousand yes neng" asked the seller

"Yes sir"

After being in the concoction and finished then I paid and went home to buy tape and mixed ice