The Heart Of The Wife On Honey

Chapter 12 First day of work

Today is my first day of work where yesterday was just a selection and thank God I was accepted to be a chef at the restaurant.

I forgot what the name of the restaurant was because I didn't get to see it but because I like to see nuansana I call it Art restaurant.

As usual I went on a ride Ojol which might be my regular customer.

"Bismilahbornohmannirohim..., "

I put both my feet in, beginning with Basmalah. I smiled at Ani's bath, the kamaren floater who delivered me to Bagas.

I saw Ani as stiff as returning my smile. Is it possible because I know I'm their superior brother.

"August, tub? "

Sapaku on Ani's tub that looks clumsy. This is what I do not like if my status is known to people, they will feel low. Not one hundred people are the same. Both servants of God, both eat rice, both drink water.

And equally human, even if the difference is not the same fate.

"Can Laila be friends with Ani's tub? "

"Bo. can, tub. "

"From today we are friends. Bak, don't tell anyone else that Laila is Bagas' brother. "

My side hugged Ani's tub, then I left Ani's tub to go to a special room for me. Because here every chef or chef has his own room.

My lips cannot be separated from the smile of enjoying my current work. Especially so many visitors. There are even some businessmen who bocked the private room for meetings and told to provide the best food in the style of this restaurant.

In spirit I cut the ingredients that will be cooked this time. From vegetables to meat and today I make special Japanese dishes even though it still does not change the local characteristics.

"Chef there are small children who order fried rice menu but it must be in rich form like this?"

I saw what was on Silvia's phone screen, then I smiled at Dora's cartoon.

"God, say wait a minute. "

"Good Chef, "

I immediately mix the spices in need, not forgetting along with the toppings. Where I cut one sausage and shredded a piece of chicken breast.

"Alhamdulillah, it's over, "

I smiled with satisfaction at the results of my work. Where was the sausage cut I shaped my eyes, nose, eyebrows and mouth. While the chicken suiran I made dora hair, until it looks really real picture.

"Have, Chef? "

"Alhamdulillah, already."

Silvia immediately brought the plate of fried rice. While I went straight into my private room where it had entered the ashar time and it was a sign that my work hours were up.

In this restaurant, every chef has his cif. Between morning and evening and evening until night. It just so happened that I did choose the morning until afternoon cif because Aunt Aisyah did not let me go home for the night. Maybe Aisyah's aunt is too entrepreneurial let alone I refuse to use the car.

I could actually work in my own family. Where aunt Melati has a Butiq that is famous among artists and entrepreneurs and even its branches are already in some areas. Aisyah's aunt opened an ice cream shop and some Raja Jus where aunt Aisyah's shop has also branched and one of them is in Jogja where it is now being managed by Fatimah, aunt Aisyah's first daughter.

My own mother did not work, my mother decided to quit her job as a Lecturer when I went to college where Abi was gone forever.

While abi work during his life a Chef and establish his own restaurant in Jakarta and in Bogor. When I decided to get married and join the husband, Abi's restaurant was run by Hadi's uncle, a confidant of abi. Actually I can take over Uncle Hadi's responsibilities only I just want a little hard work.

Experience is not the best lesson. So that I don't make mistakes a second time, like my marriage.

While Fahmi's uncle he served as a lawyer and Bayu's uncle served as a State observer.

Maybe abi's talent came down to me because I was the only son of abi and mamah.

As usual, Mr. Ojol was waiting for me outside.

"Go home, sir."

"Good, tub."

Although I also did not deny, if I still cried a lot in my bow. This heart still hurts and hurts, probably because it's too wide a wound that the jerk gave.

"Sir, why would you want to ride Ojol. Do you have your own car? "

I smiled at the question of Mr. Ojol who was about forty years old.

"Laila's happy, sir. If the car can not slip if it is stuck, "

"The mba can be. Don't you want mba? what about rich people?"

"Ngapain should be ashamed, sir. Which should be ashamed of us lying or stealing."

"Yes .. yes .. sholehah women. The woman of dreams he. he.. "

I fell silent, the two words Mr. Ojol said seemed to pinch my heart.

Sholehah woman, dream woman. You're wrong, I'm just a wasted woman.

My inner screams were sliced with pain while looking straight ahead with a blank look.

I continued to be silent without realizing that I had reached the gate of Al-Muzaky's house.

"Mba, have you arrived? "

"Mr.Acst ..., "

"Astagfirullahaladhim ...,"

I was surprised while stroking my chest, by the call of Mr. Ojol.

"Why to dream? Is mba okay? "

"Eh, it's okay, sir. Sorry Laila didn't poke, "

"This sir, there's a little sustenance for you! "

I thrust out the fare and a box of food that I deliberately brought in my special cooking restaurant.

"Thank you, mba. May Allah conduct the affairs of the mba! "

"Amin, oh yes sir. Don't call mba, just call Laila to make it good. "

"He. he. good nenk Laila! "

I'm excited to hear Mr. Ojol's initial words, Nenk. I smiled in amusement at Nenk. Like I'm a lady from the village.

I put my body down for a moment on the bed.Sekedar relieve fatigue and cape before going to clean up.

I looked at the ceiling of my room with a sad look.

Is it happy now that Mas Vandu is with his young wife?

Why am I still thinking about it. No Laila, you don't ever think about that man again there you will continue to feel pain.

I slowly rubbed my flat stomach with a painful feeling.

Yes Rohman, is it true that this barren Laila cannot give offspring. How could the doctor's diagnosis be mistaken. There will be no men who will take a barren woman like Laila. What happiness is measured by the presence of a child. If yes! is Laila destined to be alone?

I didn't feel a drop of clear liquid coming out soaking my cheeks. I did not think that I was really barren, the proof is that Vandu has descendants from Vika.

Fair to me! oh yes Rohman yes Rohim forgive me who keeps complaining this.

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