The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 112

The store had just opened, but the atmosphere was already very crowded. Many visitors come to take their orders. There are also some who are enjoying cakes and drinks in the mini cafe there.

Hasna just went straight into the pantry to help her employees prepare the cake dough for display in the storefront.

"For a lot of pesenan, huh?" Hasna asked as she entered the pantry, as they were quite busy there

"Yes, Mother. It just so happens that no one enters two people. Where orders were taken this morning all." Answer one of his employees.

"No need to panic, we do what is complicated first, while the new way of doing other work. I'm helping." Hasna said while wearing an apron on her body.

With so deft Hasna mix materials to make pastry. While others make dough cakes are also other.

"Mak Lala, Miss Rinda just called, she told me that her order would be taken after this." Said one of Hasna's officers.

"Oh, not out anymore." A woman named Lala patted her forehead slowly.

"Yesterday the promise was taken around eleven, it's still half nine tablets." Lala.

"What message is it?" Tanya Hasna who had been listening to their chat.

"Cheesecake two boxes, red velvet two boxes, sponge two boxes." Answer officers.

"Okay, execution now. Adjust the order first, let the oven enter can berengar." Hasna instructed.

"If, Mom...who was that?"

"Mom Rinda, Ma'am." Sahut.

"If Ms. Rinda has arrived at the first herbal medicine, love our new recipe cake, free tester love count for customers. But don't forget, also ask their judgment for our new product." Say Hasna with a hand that is still deftly completing his work.

"Good, Ma'am."

They all help each other to complete customer orders. Do not let them be disappointed because of unsatisfactory service.

"Sir, please enter the refrigerator first." Say Hasna when the pastry dough is done.

"Red velvet is like me. Lala, help you pour the batter in the pan. The cheesecake. If you go straight into the oven." Hasna.

That's how women work. Not just the capital of ordering his men to do this. But as a leader, he did not hesitate to jump directly into the kitchen to help his employees.

All under control with the direction of Hasna. Orders were completed on time.

"That's good, there's Hasna. If not, we'll have to complain to our customers." Lala felt so relieved.

"It's not because I'm here or not. All because of teamwork." Hasna.

"Other times, if there is an order whose take time changes, not according to the agreement at the beginning, you can convey when the customer calls. Or if not, let them wait until the order is ready." Hasna's Message.

"Ready, Ma'am." Answer them in unison.

"What else would Hasna do? The order has been all over." Ask one of them. Because the order is finished and the cake stock in the storefront is also still a lot.

"You made red velvet for Mas Rama." Hasna answered with a hand so deftly rooted the ingredients.

"Suami Mbak Hasna, huh?" Hasna nodded with a smile on her face.

"Know dong, Ma'am. We just saw it from far away." Seloroh officer Hasna.

"Yes, Mother. We also want to know our boss' husband." The other law.

"When the guy comes here, you know him." Hasna.

"What's wrong, Ma'am?" Ask Lala. Hasna did not answer and just shook her shoulders.

"When you look around, her husband Ma'am Hasna is a typical cool, super cute guy, the auras of the most wanted guys are that."

"Truly, really, fierce on the outside, soft on the inside."

"What, you think waffles? Fanged outside, soft inside." Laughter was heard from the pantry. Hasna shook her head softly at their babbling.

"Can parable. If you have a hasna, it's like mochi. Soft inside out, sweet again." Hasna laughed when she heard it.

"Don't wait for me to sell cakes, you guys are like cakes too, yeah." Saying Hasna snobs ketus.

"Don't get me wrong, that cake is one of those foods that always hangs out, Ma'am."

"Then you are."

"Yeeee.that's why your name is stingy as Big Brother. Yes, I ate the cake just waiting for the aunt to visit."

The kitchen came back boisterous with their jokes in a leisurely time like this.

"Mbak Hasna, there's a bright one ahead." Said one of the officers in front.

"Who?" Hasna glanced at the glance of the clock on her wrist, still eleven o'clock less than ten minutes.

"Sir Rama, Ma'am."

"Thank you, yeah." Hasna.

"Please in ten minutes the cake will be lifted, yes. I stay out for a while." Hasna immediately released her apron and exited the pantry.

Rama is seen sitting relaxed at the mini cafe there. Nothing was seen on his desk. Hasna immediately approached the husband, who was busy with his cell phone.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas." Hasna took Rama's right hand to kiss him.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, dear." Rama kissed the top of his wife's head.

"Where's the job?" Ask Hasna.

"Alhamdulillah, fluent. I've asked Ivan to take care of the visa." Rama.

"Visa? Where are you going?" Ask Hasna. The woman took a sitting position next to Rama.

"You're on your honeymoon, honey. All umrah, would you?" Ask Rama. The man hoped that his plan would be confirmed by his wife.

"Spirits? I want to, Mas." Hasna answered enthusiastically.

"Have you been there?" Ask Rama.

"Ear twice. First, I opened a business for two years. And secondly, last year's Ramadan with Grandpa." Hasna slightly pulled the corner of her lips. His face turned softly when talking about the Grandfather who was gone.

"Hmmm..have you, yeah." Rama said as if disappointed.

"Don't change the goal, Mas." Sahut Hasna's.

"Why? He said ever? You don't want to visit another country?" Hasna nodded quickly.

"Why?"

"Because twice I'm umrah, only with Grandpa. And God willing this time, I'm the same Mas Rama." She smiled so sweetly when she said that.

"You know what, Mas? In my last Umrah, I prayed before the Kaaba. I ask God that if I return to be given permission by God to visit again, I can be with the spouse God chose for me. And thank God, this time the opportunity came." Rama smiled at the words of his wife.

Is that really his prayer? If that is the case, Hasna is the woman God has prepared for her. Not because of forced marriage from both parents.

"Come here." Pinta Rama's. The man patted his left thigh.

Hasna followed him, and sat on Rama's lap. The man gently stroked Hasna's delicate cheeks. It was fortunate that they occupied the very end of the table, and the shop was in a quiet state.

"Why do I suddenly feel like a very special man? Even you asked me in front of the Kaaba indirectly." Said Rama who still continues to rub the clean white cheeks.

"That's why, when Mas Rama wanted me to give up on our marriage, I stayed. For I am sure God has arranged the best for his servant." Hasna. Her outstretched hand gently rubbed the husband's black mane.

"Even you're sticking with a shitty guy like me." Kekeh Rama's.

"Yes, because God has promised, if there will be ease after hardship. There will be rainbows, after the rain. Just like our home. In the beginning, our trials, you who cannot accept this marriage are also me as a wife. Then God tests us with faithfulness, through the medium of Marissa. And after this, may God always bestow his affection on our families." Hasna.

"For our little family, me, you, and our children." Errat Rama.

Hasna's heart warmed to hear what Rama had just said. The woman hopes that her husband's words will make the best do'a for her family.

"Is he here?" Rama rubbed gently Hasna's belly. Hope there is a descendant in the womb of his wife.

"God willing, may we receive that trust soon." Hasna.

Rama kissed softly Hasna's forehead and both cheeks. But when the nose peeked, there was a sound that was disperse their activities. Makes Rama reflex to pull back his face from the presence of the wife.

"Sorry, I'm sorry." Said Lala who intended to deliver red velvet belonging to Hasna. The woman in uniform immediately returned the body carrying back a tray containing pieces of red velvet as well as the drink.

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