Rasidha Bidadari Clear-eyed

Chapter 23 - Felix?

Rasidha decided to go to a bakery run by his mother, wanting to check what would be needed and also what dough and ingredients would later have to be purchased. He was so confident in his establishment that it was building a new branch that would be managed later on, but the concept this time is slightly different from other branches such as the latest taste variants and also a unique shape to attract buyers.

Rasidha was thrilled when he saw so many buyers, even out of a large amount to resell. Yes, Saints have supplied so many cakes that will be resold. He stepped into the bakery and was greeted by several employees who had known him for a long time because some of the employees were old members who were usually trusted to work in the kitchen. 

Rasidha went straight to the kitchen and saw what were the activities and started taking down important things, nothing was forgotten. 

"Do all these things have to be mixed?" asked Rasidha who was so curious about what the employees who worked in the baking section were doing.

"Of course we mix it first and separate into several parts of the dough that can later be used as other variants of taste and shape." It was clearly a middle-aged woman with a smile.

"Well, did my mother tell you this?"

"Mrs has already told us this and we will strive to give you all the recipes we learned from the Holy Mistress." Replied the smiling middle-aged woman, while Rasidha also replied with her typical sweet smile.

After Rasidha a few hours in the cake shop, now he began to buy some furniture and decorations to attract more buyers. Along the way he wrote anything that would be purchased, his father had provided a place that would later be made into a new branch store. 

His phone rang to stop his activity, Rasidha immediately pulled the phone out of his pocket and checked who contacted him, it turned out it was the Afif ustadz. 

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, what's up with ustadz?"

"I just miss the voice of my future wife, how are you doing now?" 

"Alhamdulillah I am good, what about ustadz Afif?" 

"Can you not call me by any other name, ustadz sounds very formal."

"If not ustadz, then what do I call you?" 

"Just up to you, may call me Mas, just as comfortable as you. As to howare? I'm not good."

"All right, I'll just call Mas. Is Afif sick?" 

"Hem, my body is less fit and is now lying on the bed as the doctor says."

"Is Afif alone or is there someone else there?" 

"I'm alone and there's no one, that's why I called you. Maybe it's the effect of me missing you, at least I'm better at listening to your voice even over the phone." 

Rasidha smiled shyly at the words of her future husband who turned out to be very sweet like sugar, she even blushed embarrassed. 

"Don't overdo it, I'll pray for your health, mas."

"Thank you, if only you had accepted my proposal and now you would be here and taking care of me. I hung up the phone, after taking the medicine suddenly I want to sleep."

"Alright, take care of yourself."

Rasidha was a little worried about hearing the statement from her future husband, let alone no one to take care of in Istanbul. He could only pray for the good of the Afif ustadz, until he was not aware that he had arrived. 

"We have arrived" said the driver.

"Thank you, sir." Rasidha immediately got out of the car and walked towards the store to sort out and choose the beautiful decoration. 

Rasidha went around looking for any decoration that he thought was very unique, his smile rose when he saw a very beautiful decoration, but his position was displayed above. "The makeup is very pretty, but it's very tall. How do I take it?" he muttered a little disappointed, seeing the circumstances around which the employees did not look. 

Rasidha wanted to reach out to her, but was shocked when she saw a burly hand that took the decoration and gave it to her. "Here, take it." Said the man coldly. 

"Felix, that's my name." A blue-eyed man with a cold face. 

"Felixes? Sorry, did Uncle know my dad?"

"Your father?" 

"Yes, my uncle's name is similar to my father's best friend's. My father's name is Simon Albert, does Uncle know him?" Rasidha hopes that the man is Felix, his father's friend who suddenly disappeared. 

"Do you think Felix's name is for just one person? And I don't know your father." 

"Hem, okay. Thank you for helping me," Rasidha quickly left the man. 

Rasidha paid for the purchased items and immediately left the place to head home, as he felt very tired. 

"Why am I so reckless? That's right Mr. Felix said, because the name does not belong to one person. Besides, I don't know what his face is either" Rasidha's mind immediately brushed aside his thoughts about the lecturer who taught in his class. 

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Reply to someone who is in the house. The smiling mother welcomed his return. "Why is it so long?" ask her with a worried tone.

"I went to the bakery and then to the furniture store, Mom." Rasidha immediately kissed the mother's hand, the look of tiredness could be seen by Saints.

"All right, come in and clean yourself up."

"Hem, where's dad?" 

"There's in his office, as usual. What's wrong?" 

"It's nothing, just ask." 

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot to tell you." Suci stopped the footsteps of his son who immediately turned his head.

"Yes, what's wrong, ma'am?" asked Rasidha who was so curious.

"Sir ustadz Afif will come here and stay for the next few days."

"His brother?" 

"Yes, Mom asked him to stay with us. It's not good for him to stay in a hotel or another inn, while we're in the same town."

"Whose brother?" 

"Amayra, he'll be here. Maybe tomorrow morning, and I'd like to see you." 

"All right, no problem. What are you cooking today?" asked Rasidha who was very hungry when she accidentally smelled the aroma of cooking from the kitchen. 

"Capcay, and fried chicken." The Holy Sahut who returned walked towards the kitchen.

"Can I help? Mother's cuisine is the most delicious I've ever eaten, and I want to learn."

"Oho, I know that you're learning to be a good wife for ustadz Afif." 

At once Rasidha's face flushed red, because she was comfortable with her future husband.