Only One Heart
The new waiter was Aika
A sweat the size of corn kernels fell from the Aika temple. Even though the job is only washing dirty dishes, but why it feels so tiring. The girl recalled Riko's words this morning. Working as a waiter is not easy. It's only been two hours, but Aika's hands are sore. Draping her wet hands on a clean towel, Aika caught up with Rinda, the new employee who was also given the same task as her, sitting down at the corner of the clean room. The cold air of the ac that lit up on it, was quite capable of making Aika breathe a sigh of relief. It has started to enter the break, and at three o'clock he can go home, change shifts with other employees.
“Capek yes, Rin ...” Aika wagged the red T-shirt on her left chest embedded in the restaurant logo. From the tail of his eyes, he glanced at Rinda who answered his question only with an indistinct mutter. Inwardly, Aika grumbled to herself. From this morning, he has opened the topic of conversation so that his work will be lighter if there is a interlocutor. But, shit! Si Rinda is apparently the type of person who does not talk much, unlike Aika who is difficult to silence.
“Lunch time.” A tall and slightly filled man, emerging from the door connecting the dishwasher room and kitchen, shocked Aika and Rinda who were engrossed in relaxing. Simultaneously, the two girls turned to the source of the voice and put on a clumsy smile as a form of courtesy to the senior servant. “If you want, you can join us,” he continued. Rinda and Aika turned to each other for a moment before looking back at the young man and giving a small nod in response.
“Don't be too stiff so. We're both servants here. Oh yeah, call me Jarot. Ok!” said Jarot with a friendly face and a big smile that had never escaped from his thick lips. “Whose name are you?”
“Gue Aika.” Aika reached out, and was warmly welcomed by the interlocutor.
“I Rinda.” Rinda reached out with a timid gesture. The girl's head lowered, and Aika could see the red hue that ran along her new friend's cheeks. The girl seems very shy.
“Alright! Aika, Rinda.” Jarot nodded after the handshake between himself and Rinda came off. “Come with me. We eat together with other waiters, as well as introduction.” The tall young man then turned around and stepped first. Behind him, Aika and Rinda followed.
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“Which first day of work?” jessica asked when she found the figure of Aika who stepped into the middle room and immediately dropped down next to the sister-in-law who had originally read a book about pregnancy. At the low table in front of them, there was a glass of milk left half a glass. Jessica closed the book and placed it next to the glass.
“Capeekkk ...” Aika banged her head on the back of the sofa while yawning widely. Tiredness combined with the smell of acem emanating from his body made him confused. Between taking a shower first what directly sleeps.
“Elo meet his manager not?” The curious Jessica, holding her sitting position facing Aika who was still leaning comfortably with her eyes closed.
“Neg. Why did I meet the manager? My job, right, is just washing dishes doang.”
“Yah ...” The pregnant woman was disappointed. Though all day he had imagined, how shocked face Aika and Purna when they knew they were working in the same place. It must be like in novels, he said. But what is, they do not even meet face to face at all, making the reader furious themselves.
“Why?” Aika opened one side of her eye valve, glancing at Jess who was now a lot to hear her answer.
“Mmm ...” Jess's eyeballs rotate, trying to find answers. He wanted to tell Aika, the owner of the restaurant where the girl worked was Purna's father. But later the story will not be exciting again if Aika knows first. There is, maybe he will immediately resign today as well. “Yes, it's okay, anyway. I mean, who knows if the manager is handsome, that is. Kan, good enough to be denigrated.”
“Ish! I don't forget, did I take it?” both of Aika's eyes were completely open. He straightened his back and returned Jessica's gaze, which turned his gaze to the television screen that aired a drink commercial. If the conversation has led to a proposal that Aika does not want, Jessica does not want to continue. The woman still felt guilty, especially considering Aika's anger yesterday. Jessica doesn't want to get into trouble anymore. Not finding the topic as a diversion, Jess grabs her milk glass and spends a single sip, suppressing nausea every time she has to swallow a white liquid that for her somehow, since she was pregnant, feels fishy on the tongue.
“Eaaak!” Jess rubs her neck and occasionally slips her tongue. It doesn't feel very comfortable.
“Eh, why lo?” Aika suddenly panicked. He leaned over Jess and patted her on the shoulder. Worrying.
“Ambilin I water white dong, Ka! The milk is not good on my tongue.” Whine Jess spoiled. Aika nodded quickly and immediately jumped off the sofa, stepping quickly into the kitchen to fetch the request of the sister's wife who was pregnant with her future niece.
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“Aika?”
Aika was busy bringing clean, washed and dried dishes to the restaurant kitchen, when a hoarse voice called her name. The girl stopped her steps and found a cross-faced young man, who at first glance managed to charm her. The young man was wearing a chef uniform.
“You're Aika, right?” ask the figure again, making sure. He got closer and looked at Aika with a wrinkled-wrinkle forehead. It was as if staring at the rare spicies that had just been discovered this century.
“Mmm, yeah ..” Aika held back both growling and confusion. While his hand muscles began to ache because they had to withstand the load of ceramic plates that he was carrying to be moved. And this handsome young man was holding him back instead. Damnit damnit! Aika was not fascinated.
“What are you doing here and ...” he hangs his sentence. Staring at Aika who was in a servant uniform from toe to head with a look of wonder. “Why are you wearing a waiter uniform?”
“Hah?” Aika grew more confused, and her arm muscles began to feel sore to hold heavy loads long enough. “Ehm ... Mas, uh Chef .. or anyone else, can let me put these dishes down first. This is really heavy because.” Aika refrained from showing an upset face and the jutrsu gave a wide grin, half grimacing for fear of dropping the plates, while her hands began to sweat and made her palms somewhat slippery.
“Oh?” The chef's eyes rolled on the pile of dishes that Aika carried in front of her stomach, with the girl's hands as a buffer. “Oh, sorry .. please.” He stepped to the left side, giving Aika access to walk past him. Aika was biting the inner cheek meat in order to hold back her patience. His heart murmured, supposedly as a man, the chef offered to help. Ought to.
But, since when does a chef want to help out with waiter work?
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“Purna! Plenary! Elo should know this!” Todi entered the manager's room on the second floor without knocking on the door first, ignoring the unwritten rules already made by Marcus Pramono. Then step quickly towards the table of the boss who has now been staring at him fiercely, because he has dared to interfere in working hours.
“Can not really, if entering knock on the door first? Elo no courtesy same boss, yes!” purna's reprimand that Todi doesn't care about. The crossbred youth actually occupied the seat opposite Purna and advanced the body towards the table, approaching the position of Purna who looked fed up at his behavior.
“What else? Want to talk to a new waitress? New assistant chef? Atu kacung new beautiful legendary, until elo disrupt my work?” Purna threw the mouse from the support of his right hand, then landed his back on the back of the chair. Staring at Todi's guarding while holding his chest. Fortunately he was the son of his father's brother, if not, maybe it was Purna depak from PraResto, because of his disrespectful attitude.
Todi rolled his eyes hearing the sarcastic question from his cousin. “This is indeed about the new publisher, but—”
“Udah I guess!” Purna. He shifted his chair forward and folded his hands on the desk. “Denger, Todi, I don't have time for elo curses about those women. If you want, deketin. Don't get whipped up with me! I won't be interested!”
“Denger first!” Todi insisted on not wanting to budge, making Purna have to massage his head to hold back the increasingly whack. Today he wants to go home and sleep, all night he stayed up because of Aika's thoughts, and now still have to get interference from the Todi. Head Chef PraResto who sometimes likes to be alone.
“Gue a lot of work, Todi. We still have to finance PraResto this month. Hey, dong!”
“It's about Aika, Pur!”
The movements of Purna's thumb and index finger on both sides of his head came to a halt. He raised his gaze and looked at Todi with sharp narrowed eyes. “Aika?” his murmured unconvinced, which Todi retorted with a nod of his head once. “Why the same Aika?” Back Purna folded his hands on the table. Todi grunted rudely at the response.
“Who was the one who didn't want to hear the story about the new waiter?” tanyanya sarcasm. “Kalo has been named Aika aja lo! The whole world seems to be sidetracked.”
“What's the same Aika, Todi?” Purna asked half growled. Everything about Aika made her curious. “And what does elo mean by new waiter. Who's the new waiter?”
“Aika. Nareswari Malaika. Best friends at High School. Girl who loves half-dead.” Todi put pressure on every word. “He's one of the new waiters in our restaurant!”
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