The Heart Of The Wife On Honey

Chapter 11 Laila you can.

Breathing out a few times, cold sweat started pouring out with cold clenched hands.

Today I somehow feel uneasy like never before. Either because of fear or because I am not ready to leave the world that I will see new.

"What's up, son?"

Aisyah's aunt's voice startled me, making me even more misbehavior. Aunt Aisyah is already in front of me.

"Don't be afraid, get up. Auntie sure you can."

"Ta.. "

"Never doubt, is not God here. "

I was stunned when Aunt Aisyah pointed at my chest.

Why am I afraid! true Ayesha's aunt said there was a God who always accompanied my steps. I have to get up from working.

I decided a few days ago, I'm going to get busy with work. At least for a moment I can forget my pain.

Before long I smiled at Aunt Aisyah, I hugged her like I was hugging mamah. The presence of Aisyah's aunt treated my longing for motherhood, let alone their faces and traits were almost the same

The difference is that Aisyah's aunt's voice is always firm in advising while mamah is always soft-pitched.

"Thank you, auntie. Pray for Asthma so that Asthma can rise. "

"Amin, aunty's prayers will always be with you. Remember, Son. Do not be easily offended by the words of others just be quiet and let. Indeed, the manly person is not he who is good at wrestling but he who can patiently face all the tests. "

"God, pray for Asthma. May Asthma be strong like that. "

"Auntie sure Asma can, you're a special lady. "

I smiled at Aunt Aisyah's last words. Special! I feel far from that word. In fact, I am still weak, even from earlier I continue to be in the room not yet out staring at the world.

Yeah, I've been three months in Al-muzaky's house, not once have I left. I always locked myself in my room, if I only went out to eat and chat with my aunt's other uncles.

"Bismilohmannirohim ...,"

I take a deep breath and throw it rough while saying basmallah. It's the first day I'm out staring at a clear sky, though not as bright as my heart. However, I tried to keep smiling towards Aunt Aisyah who drove me to the front of the house where there was already a bulge that I ordered was waiting. I deliberately did not bring a car, I just wanted to enjoy the crowded metro city that I had left five years ago.

Because when I was twenty years old, I graduated college. I decided to get married and settle down in Bandung with the man. But now I am back here, Jakarta where I was born. Maybe in Jakarta only friends during junior high school and vocational. Because of elementary school time I lived in Bogor and studied in Bandung.

Maybe even if I meet my friends I don't feel scared because they don't know what's going on with me.

Mr. Ojol stopped his motorbike right in a restaurant quite luxurious with a unique feel. Outside already presented with a variety of beautiful flower plants make the outside atmosphere of the restaurant interesting and delicious in view.

After handing over some money to Mr. Ojol. I stepped both of my legs inside where I was immediately stunned to see the atmosphere inside. It looks like the atmosphere in China and the typical capital city that blends makes the atmosphere alive. The atmosphere is very elegant but suitable for lovers or families. What else here provides a special place for children's toys so parents who bring their daughter's son will not be afraid of his children to and fro.

"Sir Asthma, Laila Asthma Ar-rohman?"

I was shocked to hear the greeting calling my name. Maybe I'm too focused on watching the atmosphere in this restaurant.

"Yes, just call Laila. Yes Laila. "

Reply clumsy. It's not that I don't like anyone else calling me Asthma. I feel uncomfortable, usually that name is my big family nickname. Outside I always introduce my name with the name Laila.

"Sorry like Laila, from earlier it has been waiting for the same Mr. Bagas."

I just nodded, following the footsteps of a servant towards a special room. It seems that in this restaurant provides a Private Room space that is used for meetings or indeed there are those who want privacy.

I saw that Bagas was sitting inside and enjoying a cup of tea, because Bagas did not like coffee.

"Waalaikumsalam, sis."

I smiled awkwardly when the waiter was surprised to see Bagas kissing my hand. Yes, he's my cousin's sister, son of Fahmi's uncle and Melati's aunt. In our family we do hold religious values where the younger position should respect the older and the old love the young.

"Thank you, tub. "

I smiled awkwardly as Bagas turned cold to the waiter, his eyes hinting that the waiter had left.

Long time no see, Bagas looks more charismatic. However, his cold and stern demeanor never changed at all. It is fitting that Bagas is not married, where there are women who want to be close to see his gaze alone makes everyone shrink.

However, Bagas' sharp gaze turned soft as he stared at me.

"Thank you, Gas. It helped my sister find a job."

"Same-same brother, "

"By the way here brother works on which part."

"Coki, "

"Well!"

I was surprised to hear the words Bagas, I just put time work in a special section anyway.

"Don't be weird, Gas."

"So calm down, let Bagas explain. Coincidentally in this restaurant the chef again can not work because of an accident. Here also always recruit reliable chefs and there are several trials. Bagas sure brother can replace what else brother is a cook. "

"But, Gas. Brother doesn't feel good like the others. The new time has come to be a chef, what if the cuisine is not good."

"They won't be shingles. Brother did the test first."

"Remain sa ... ,"

"Have not denied, Bagas is still a lot of work. Now Brother is coming to Bagas. "

I only resigned when Bagas dragged me out. And taking me to the kitchen made everyone stop their work. I saw everyone bowing respectfully to Bagas, whether what position Bagas held to make everyone bow respectfully.

" Consider everyone, please take a moment. Introduce him Laila, he's the one who's gonna temporarily replace chef Afdal. But Laila will also perform the procedures that are applied in this restaurant. Testing Laila and Laila's cuisine should make five typical Chinese, Japanese, Singaporean, Turkish and Sundanese cuisines."

I was really shocked to hear what Bagas said. It really made me swallow my saliva many times violently.

I wanted to protest with Bagas' decision, but as much as possible I held him back. Especially when hearing the tone of the talk of Bagas who is professional.

I just resigned, after all this is my will to tell Bagas to hide my identity.

Who here does not know the Al-Muzaky family. The family is considered the family of officials and legal sara surely everyone knows him.

Laila you can...

My mind encourages itself.

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