The Love of the Former

DCSM chapter 25

The 2006 leafan

Lebaran has no leave for us. It was a rule from the beginning and it was mandatory. None of the employees of the hotel, restaurant or swimming pool are off in the ten days leading up to and the end of Lebaran.

Both employees can get to the manager and supervisor, no one can take a vacation. Every year, the number of visitors will increase. Therefore, holidays can be taken at the latest in the fasting month each year.

"Yank, overtime tomorrow?"

It's takbir night, we're all busy preparing all the cooking ingredients for the stock over the next week. All cooking spices deliberately made more so as not to hassles later in his time.

Most markets, stores and sales people will take ten days off. We anticipated everything from the beginning.

Seasoning soto, rawon, pecel and satay we have prepared two days before Lebaran yesterday. The spice can generally last a long time and be stored in a freezer.

As for now we are making a sweet sour spice, rica-rica. As for the seasoning that must be made impromptu we only prepare the ingredients.

We have prepared the stock of dry goods and fish since the beginning of the fasting month. All activities have been going on like that for years.

Night Takbir for us is work. I'm boiling sugar for syrup and sugar for ice. Night takbir I'm in the night shift, and tomorrow I'm in the morning shift.

"Yank"

"Hem." The priest came over, wrapped around his right arm on my waist. The current position I was in front of the stove waiting for sugar so as not to enslave.

"Tomorrow overtime, don't you yank?"

Not just the arms, even the chin is now leaning on my left shoulder.

"No, I'll be at Rini's house tomorrow. Did you forget that?" I pulled the end of his nose.

The perfume she bought with me, she wore today. The money poked my nose and made me calm.

"So come by the house?" He asked with his left arm around my stomach. Now my position is in his arms from behind. The kitchen is clean only me and mbok Siti, incidentally mbok Siti was sitting on a long bench while weeding chili. While Bu Sri is in the kitchen dirty cooking pepper-rica seasoning that will be in stock for tomorrow.

"Maybe?"

"And either Mbak Rini, or you will pick her up later to Rini's house. How's it?"

"You call me when you leave Rini's house. I'll pick you up at the fork in the road to my house."

"OK deh. But I don't bring anything tomorrow. Didn't they?"

"Hemm, under your heart and love is enough yank."

"Gombal mulu, that's it!! back to the hotel there, who knows if a guest checks in."

"There's Exan and Roy." He said as he took off his embrace.

"Home tonight what's going on here." I turned off the stove, picked up a glass and scratched the tasting sugar by making iced tea.

One centong is half the sugar of a small size, and a large centong of a large size. Both glasses have been finished and I stirred them to taste.as well as sugar syrup. After so I tasted by taking a little with a spoon.

After feeling fit I record each measure size and stick it on the pantry wall. There are all drinks, especially drinks with new recipes.

All this is done to reduce asking and teaching again. Usually, on holidays or big days like this there will be some new energy as a rental power.

"I'll be home after work. At nine o'clock I'm home. Come back here tomorrow around eight. After praying I still have to go to grandma's house."

"Just be careful to go home at night, do not speed the important thing until home safely."

"Yes baffles, chatty. I'm gonna miss you out there, Yank."

I smiled, and this heart ached again. Right, another month. Only a month later the Imam is here, by my side. For next month he has gone there, to the land of the Neighbors.

"I'm back at the hotel huh, sayank. I'm not saying yes later, go straight home."

I nodded, The priest passed his foot out of the kitchen after kissing the top of my head.

I was still stuck where I stood.