THAT WOMAN IS MY SON'S MOTHER
Part 17's
Mutia and Nadia followed the orientation period of lecture activities. In their major, a guy is a rare creature not even exist.ha...All students are women. Wh why? Because there was no male midwife all this time. Only the male lecturer dared to enter the class.
Semester one filled with matriculation lecture material, all can still be followed smoothly by Mutia. Regular hours of college because there is no internship in the hospital. Mutia decided to ask permission to the dormitory mother and also the campus as a scholarship provider to work part-time. With good reason, Mutia finally allowed to work on the condition that the values during college should be good. Mutia agreed to the terms proposed.
Every day, after college hours Mutia works at a bakery near her campus. Same shop owner, Mutia trusted in the warehouse section. Because only there are people who lack. "Mutia, finish your stock all. Please anther the flour over there to the pantry yeah!!!" pinta mba Nina, the son of a shop owner who is partly managing in the store. "Good mba" Mutia replied politely. "Just relax, after all we are also the same age.he.he.." replied Mba Nina joking. Mutia laughing. Mba Nina is a young mother with one child, but her centile style is not inferior to college kids. Employees in the store were average long-time employees, because the owner never discriminated between the treatment of one employee with another.
Mutia delivered the flour that Nina asked for to the pantry. Mutia who only worked a week is of course still adapted to the rhythm of work there. "Mba Nina, who's this flour being delivered to?" whispered Mutia. "Serahin to Mas Juna who was there. He's a good chef" said Nina. While the person who was said to be Nina mba, called Mutia. "Mutia, here's the hunt" pinta mas Juna. Mutia walked towards Mas Juna with the requested flour.
Since the task at the warehouse is done, "Mas Juna can I help you again?" Mutia offered help to Juna. "In the shed is done?" Juna. "I've mas..there the ingredients have been arranged all and I've put into the stock book" explained Mutia. Juna finally agrees that Mutia is helping him. Mutia helped while observing Juna's extremely deft hand movements making the cake batter.
"Mas Juna, been here a long time??" mutia asked while taking the materials Juna requested. "Lumayan is Mut...It's been five years I've been here" he said. "Kok Mut Imut anyway mas?" sahut Mutia's. "If you call Mutia, go naked. Cute aja.ha.ha.ha.." juna said with his hands still moving. "He..he..mas Juna is weird" Mutia chuckled.
"Mas Juna, what's this bread called?" tanya Mutia who just saw the bread with such a shape. Juna who had just picked it up from the oven, turned to Mutia. "You really don't know?" ask Juna. Mutia nodded. "I yearya donuts and snacks in the traditional market near the house of Mas Juna. That's also if bought by my mother" replied honestly Mutia. "Beautiful..beautiful.but don't know the science of pastry" joked Juna. They laugh together. The soupy Mutia and the sometimes silly Juna, make them quickly familiar.
"It's close if I want to teach you the names of the cakes" call Juna. "This is called Croissant, the texture is crisp and tender. It is suitable to be eaten with butter and warm tea" point Juna towards bread with a crescent round shape so tempting to taste. Mutia even swallowed her saliva. Juna switched to pointing at the bread next to him, "If this is called a muffin, the texture is also soft and suitable for snacks" said Juna. "This is called steamed bread mas Juna. Usually if in my village is given a colorful color" said Mutia innocently while pointing at the muffin. Finally Juna gave some bread to Mutia.
Because it has not been part to guard the front outlet, Mutia is allowed to go home first. In addition, Mutia also works part-time. Not as full-time as the others. After Nina's permission, Mutia returned to the dormitory. Even by Mba Nina, Mutia brought some other types of cakes. "Your friends do not forget to love Mutia" said mba Nina Centil. "Ready bosque" Mutia said, raising her hand in a respectful manner. Mba Nina even laughed looking at Mutia's palm. "Have gone home...Just a day with Juna, you have heard the ridiculous Mut.imut.." Beber Mba Nina. Mutia walks while singing small and carrying a plastic bag containing a cake given by Nina mba and also mas Juna.
After passing through the campus gate and greeting the guard, do not forget also Mutia gave some cake for the security guard. "Thank you" he said. "Together, let's pack me into the dorm first" Mutia said kindly. The security guard also invited Mutia.
Mutia knocked on the door of her room, and found Nadia who had been sleeping while opening a book. Mutia glanced at the book that Nadia had opened..."Ooooo is again studying anatomy physiology" mutia murmured. "Nad....Nadia..wake up" Mutia shook Nadia's shoulder. "Eh..tokek..tokek.." said Nadia who turned out to be that talkative. Mutia deliberately nudged Nadia again, "Tokek farted.." the conversation continued. Making Mutia broke. "Nad, wake up dong. Do you want to read what books are read by books anyway????" mutia.
"Hoaaaaaaahhhmmmmm...."Nadia yawns. And a loaf of bread landed right in Nadia's mouth. "What the hell is Mutia?" Nadia was shocked with her mouth full of bread. Mutia showed me a plastic bag full of bread. Nadia's eyes immediately opened perfectly, "Wowwww.tau if again laper" said Nadia whose consciousness was full again. Mutia laughed and went to take a shower. "Don't forget to divide the next room and next to it again and next to it again" said Mutia passed. "I didn't get to dong" cried Nadia. Mutia who had exited the room still heard Nadia's screams just laughed.
Mutia returned to the room with her fresh face. "Nad, what course tomorrow?" ask Mutia. "Anatomy is the same physiology of microbiology" explained Nadia. "Can't we do the schedule? Heavy-weight dong tomorrow?" seloroh Mutia's. "Eat him let's snack on this bread that you bring, let's be strong to face reality.ha.ha.ha.." said Nadia. Mutia turned to respond to her new best friend.
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to be continued
