The Love of the Former

DCSM chapter 20

Time goes by very fast. It did not feel like the intern's son had been here for a month. Become one and be a part of all of us. Canda, laughter and even debate color every day.

Like this morning. When it's time to take breakfast. There was a small discussion among the guests. Since the beginning of the stay guests have been explained and given a coupon paper for breakfast allotment every day.

Each room only has 2 breakfast plates and 2 drinks. It was a free service provided by the hotel to each guest.

But there was a misunderstanding. Where, a family of 5 people asked for more rations. Even the room boy and also Mbak Ina always the morning cashier of the hotel has explained. But the family still made a fuss all the way to the restaurant.

Luckily, Ani as the restaurant supervisor has returned to active after her long leave. Patiently, Ani explained. In the end, they were given only one extra portion.

I went back to the front exactly to the restaurant cashier. There is a room that is used as an office. Where the owner of the hotel stays when visiting a restaurant.

In a place not so broad. Ani's mother was waiting for me with her smile.

"Would you grab an extra coupon, Ar?" tanyanya while putting down the ballpoint pen she held.

"Yes mbak. Make a report today."

"If there is a problem like this sometimes that makes dizziness. According to the applicable provisions, it can no longer be added. If you want, you have to buy even though it is the same breakfast menu. But if you've met a super stingy guest and this calculation must be complicated tip." Ani laughed at the end of the sentence she said.

"When it only adds about Thirty thousand rupiah ya mbak. Got to make a fuss from the hotel down here."

"Thirty thousand also money, Ar. Where there are people who don't need money."

"There is no need mbak, even money every day comes and unused maybe." I chuckled and received the coupon offered by Mbak Ani.

"Who?"

"Sir Halim, mbak. It's not that the money comes every day and we turn it around." I chuckled as Sister Ani hit my arm with the book she was holding.

I went back to the kitchen. Opening the report I have to do with the grocery records that last night was made by Buna.

"Yank." I turned my head when the Imam was standing before me with his cell phone. I frowned, and with a gesture the eyes asked him.

"Someone wants to talk to you." The Imam sat himself beside me.

"So soon he's calling too. Just be patient." He said without looking at me.

I just took a slow breath and came back with a report that was only a little more done and put the phone right in front of me.

"You know yank, if you're serious this looks like you're different."

"meaning?"

"You're so serious this looks cute and pretty."

"Haa, so usually I'm not that pretty?"

"Beautiful anyway, yank. But fierce and looks judes you. Sometimes I get scared just by looking at your eyes."

"Devil, must be terrible again. Where to work there, it is in the hotel already done what is your job? I'm sitting here relaxing."

"I'll split again, yank. It's over my morning. Later at 6 o'clock just start work again until 10 o'clock.Have you forgotten hemm?"

I just threw a grin for completely forgetting her work schedule today.

"I'm staying in my room!! Later your phone will deliver if it has settled your working hours. I'm going to sleep now." The priest got up from his seat.

"When anyone calls what?"

"You just pick it up, tell me I'm sleeping or whatever it is up to you, yank."

"Yes, but if my message doesn't reply."

"Yes, I go to the room first. Don't forget to eat."

Cup

A warm gray kiss allowed me. It's common to get used to it. And everyone knows that. It is not even a secret anymore that the Imam is often seen out with the same piggy bank of Diah outside working hours. But everyone thinks it's normal. Moreover, I never had a problem with him.