The Love of the Former
DCSM chapter 14
Morning as usual. But this time it was a little cloudy until the air was a little cold. But I did not stop my intention to go to work.
The clock had already shown the number 6 when I entered the kitchen of the restaurant. In the kitchen is already crowded with their respective activities. The restaurant itself is open at 07.00 am until 22.00 pm while the hotel is open 24 hours.
Breakfast menu for guests who stay this morning is soto rice and rawon rice. Coincidentally, last night I had prepared the gravy and the rawon meat. Until this morning I simply sliced the chicken meat for soto and prepared sambal.
The breakfast menu is free for guests staying. Every day the menu will change so as not to get bored.
I strain the tea to separate the clean tea water with the pulp. After that I set up a brewery with a special glass Breakfast there.
After that I arranged plates, spoons and forks that were specifically used for the breakfast menu. Not because it is free, but the distinction aims to anticipate the accumulation of plates and cutlery in the guest room. Because not infrequently, guests who stay do not take out their food marks so that they accumulate and are only cleaned when they check out the hotel.
A slightly mini breakfast menu is also a consideration. The dishes used are also clearly different from restaurant guest dishes usually.
"Yank." With a white T-shirt and black shorts the Imam came and kissed my left cheek as usual.
"A little holiday? tumben is still here, usually it's back after dawn right?" I asked while this hand was still busy with his duties.
"Hanto's sick, so I'll take his place tonight. Wawan could not be about there would be a family event, he said. That's why I'm not going home tomorrow."
I nodded with his explanation. I wash my hands then take a glass and pour hot tea into it. I handed the tea glass to him.
"You all have breakfast?"
"What's yank?" Ask after sitting in a chair behind a long table.
"Soto same rawon. Want what?"
"Yes, yank. Continue not to be given sambal, my stomach is no longer this good."
I nodded and prepared breakfast for her. While Bu Sri is making condiments for rica-rica.
"Ar, please just a minute." He screamed from the dirty kitchen.
"Please get me Arak, Raja Sauce same sauce in the barn. It's less like that."
I stepped towards the front warehouse and took what Miss Sri needed. I saw a new clock pointing at the number after eight.
"Mom, here's the spice I put on the table." Ms. Sri who was processing lemongrass, chili and onion ingredients for rica-rica just nodded.After that I returned to the front kitchen.
I saw the Imam had finished his breakfast, when Mas Eksan came.
"La, preempt. Why don't you bring me here?"
"Hungry."
"I'm hungry too. Ar can I ask you not to make breakfast?"
"Can't!! it's yummy. Do it yourself." The priest beside me just smiled, it was common for them to be like that.
"What other work do you have?. I like to disturb the work people. Breakfast for yourself if you're back there to your mess. Here also do not help even make complicated."
Bu Sri came out with horns on her head to find the debate between the two of them.
"Yes yes. Only joking, anyway. Don't be serious, Mom. The more beautiful you will be the danger, Mr. Mat becomes more fascinated."
Casually Mas Eksan stepped up and concocted his own breakfast.
"I went back to mess ya yank. Don't forget your breakfast." The kiss came back to my cheek before the tall body was lost in the restaurant room.
"I don't know anything."
"The Exan that is still there is a little manyun. But his behavior turned into laughter because Bu Sri came back with a spatula in his hand. Karuan only, mas Eksan soon passed before the spatula perched on his body.
" People like to be nosy. It's still morning huu."
