The Long Way to Be a CEO

My Idea of Being a Chef

After breafing with the team, rania rushed home to pick up Dea from the English tutoring place not far from his office, and still in the central arcadia area. He was worried about leaving the child alone at home because the busy Rania was different from before.

Before he worked as a teacher and freelance designer, it was not so busy that he could still 24 hours supervise his beloved daughter. Unlike the current conditions that have been much busier because of various tasks in the office as a designer and also become an important part of the main team of the ranks of the top of the startup company.

"How do you learn, son?" asked Rania to the dea who was wearing a light blue jacket.

"Funny..! I love learning English ma" said dea cheerfully.

"Let's ride" after wearing their helmets on the matic motorcycle which is now the main vehicle rania to support his work and also to shuttle dea to school and to tutoring.

Although the road began to be crowded because of the speed of vehicles that are filled by workers who want to go home, but on the road that rania without denggang there are only a few cars that pass through them. Rania continues to drive the vehicle to her house, she carefully looks at the rearview mirror to make sure the dea and other vehicles behind to avoid the situation she does not want, he said, all this was done to ensure the safety of both of them.

Not far from his home, he stopped at a food stall.

"Son, we'll buy some food first, mama won't have time to cook for tonight".

"Iya ma, but dea want to stir-fry kale yes" said dea, he did like all vegetables let alone the cuisine of Mbok Rukmi the owner of the restaurant from Jombang which they currently come.

From a long time when she was pregnant, this restaurant where to hang her life to find food.In the small farmhouse, let alone rice cooker, let alone rice cooker, even all other electronic devices he did not have, almost no valuables.all of them he sold out when the savage man left her while pregnant. he survives by selling goods that have a selling value until it runs out.

It was once thought to beg on the streets because it is not able to solve the problem of his stomach which is getting bigger and requires a lot of nutritional intake for the child. However, he abandoned his intentions, and met Mbok Rukmi who allowed him to work at his modest restaurant. In addition to getting rations to eat 3 times a day, he also gets a weekly salary of 150 thousand. as a waiter small stall, he also gets a weekly salary of 150 thousand, a salary of 150 thousand is enough to cover his needs to provide additional nitricity intake for the baby until he gave birth and also raised Dea.

All he did for the child alone, surviving all the conditions of his hook life gave him courage more than any woman. Sometimes he feels like the most miserable man in the world, but when he sees the baby, there is a loud slap, a fact that he should accept, that he was chosen as a human being, he said, as a woman who was endowed with a beautiful little daughter, that was enough of a reason to stay alive and fight.

"Well, where is this”, Mbok said to Gea who saw the old woman who took care of him since childhood.

"Just returned to English. Mbok, saute the kale there?" He glanced at the dishes that contained

various kinds of food, but have not seen the kale stir-fry he wanted.

"Sorry Mbok, dea wants to eat kale stir-fry made by Mbok, Hasis ya?". asked Rania just to ensure the availability of favorite food of the child.

"Don't worry, you won't make it, you sit down first, and eat here yes.kangen same you two, let alone the same dea" his wrinkled hands touched the hair dea and stroked slowly softly.

"It's okay, Mbok will make a special kale stir-fry for dea, wait, son" said Mbok rukmi, and immediately disappeared into the kitchen to cook kale stir-fry.

The smell of sauteed spices burst into the room 5x4 meters, as fragrant as the smell of red onion, red onion, garlic and also chili and all kinds of kitchen spices are being processed by the chef who is also the owner of the house to eat stop for a moment. Dea also felt the aroma of the taste of the cuisine of the mbok from a distance, he sat sweetly on a long bench faced with all kinds of dishes processed by the Mbok, there are dishes from beef, chicken, chicken, eggs and various other dishes, but the waiting is still not finished cooking.

"Patience." said Riana while stroking the back of her beloved son's hand.

"Ma, ask the recipe for cooking sauteed kale dong to the mbok, will later be able to cook also at home". Dea revealed to his mother, his desire to always be able to eat the taste of kale stir-fry cuisine typical mbok Rukmi although not having to visit this stall.

"Although mbok give the recipe, not necessarily the same taste, different hands results, dear".

"It means like this, if the mama who cook will definitely taste different even though the ingredients and the flavor are the same as the mbok cook". He understood that his son should be explained in detail. Dea is an intelligent child who will not be satisfied with simple reasons and must enter his logic.

"Oh that's it ma.. Dea will be a cook ah. if it's big".

" Dea, do you want to be a chef?" her mother asked her to be amazed by the expression of being a cook.

"Yes that means dea, want to be a chef.. Can you?".

" Could, my dear" he also kissed his son's forehead gently and gave a tight hug, anxious towards his son who had the desire to become a chef.

Without a father, he can support his children and provide a good education.In spite of all the trauma he faced, the presence of the figure of his daughter jelly has given another color in his life, a long empty space, and a new, now only filled with Dea, the fruit of his love which is now a figure of encouragement in his life that has long been destroyed.

"Come dea, stir-fry the kale is ready" Mbok Rukmi thrust a plate containing kale stir fry that he just finished making, not forgetting the plate containing rice and fried cob fish.

The atmosphere of this simple restaurant became boisterous filled by several building workers not far from the stall. Some workers who recognized them both greeted and some were sitting next to the dea who was sitting on the bench.

"The corn sauce is good, om ask dong gea?.." said a middle-aged man sitting next to him.

"Om going too?" it was funny to see the look on gea's face when her mouth was filled with rice and also sauteed kale that she was chewing.

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