The Love of the Former

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February 2006, 5 years before I decided to get married.(Arrit)

I hurried to step foot. Walking down the path from my house to the restaurant where I work. I became one of the lucky ones. After graduating high school, I wanted to find a job.

With only armed with experience as a substitute service at first. Now I'm actually an official employee of this restaurant.

Formerly, as a substitute service for employees who had a sudden holiday I often entered work to be waitress. Of course I always take the night shif. Because during the day I have other activities as well as school.

"Ar, last night Wiwin said there's an order for tomorrow night. I forgot not WA you, hunt home because it's not strong drowsiness me heavy." Ma'am Yayak gave me a paper containing order orders that I had to prepare.

"No, there's still time. The show is still tomorrow night, right?" I said while checking the order paper given by mbak Yayak. He nodded then passed leaving me to return to the front.

His name is mbak Inayah he is the cashier of the restaurant along with mbak Wiwin. We're used to calling him mbak Yayak.

I myself now work as a staff in the kitchen. My job is in the clean kitchen, the leading kitchen. Or you could say the finishing part before the food is served to guests.

I was also the youngest staff in the kitchen. Therefore my responsibility is a little big even though I am not the head of the kitchen or chef.

I am used to handling the stock of goods, shopping and ordering materials that should be ordered from outside the area or a place a little far away.

"What's wrong?" Bu Sri the head of the kitchen and the cook asked. I smiled before explaining what we should prepare for tomorrow night.

"Yes, check the goods in the front warehouse. Let me take Tima to check the stuff in the back shed. Don't forget to order gurame, let tomorrow or the day after tomorrow come the goods."

"But for tomorrow night there's the gurame ma'am?" I was worried, the gurame is a fairly expensive fish if it has been cooked into a dish. It would be a pity if the menu suddenly did not exist.

"How many guests?" Not answering Bu Sri asked back.

Back I checked the order, I looked for white rice writing commonly abbreviated as NS. Turns out there's a bottom of the order.

"Ehmm, this is for 200 people ma'am. But besides fish they also order a lot of menus anyway. There's noodles, capjay, koloke. It only takes a few pounds for the fish."

"Let me check back in the pool. But do not forget, you order now so as not to empty later. This is a little bit of a stay."

Bu Sri walked to the back area of the dirty kitchen. While I started checking the goods in the front warehouse. Goods in the front warehouse are dry materials. Eggs, flour, rice, oil and friends were there. Including all kinds of bottles of spices because this restaurant is a Chinese restaurant and happens to also be one with the hotel.

"Ar, busy?" Mas Eksan looked into the warehouse through the door that I accidentally opened wide. To be honest, being in a warehouse with a variety of aroma of spices with less ventilation makes me stuffy.

"Yes a little, tomorrow there's an order in the back hall right?"

The back hall is inside the hotel. The place is on the back side before the block of carnation room in the form of a small bungalow.

I smiled, Eksan was the supervisor of the hotel. He also doubles as a cashier. But his job is night turns with Andi mas. While the day is held by Mbak Ina.

"What's wrong? wanna eat?"

I approached, out of the warehouse because my work happened to be done.

"It's just too busy if so. Later if you've already told me yes."

I just nodded. Mas Eksan has a family and has one son.

Don't be surprised by how many people there are. Because every day this restaurant will have 20 employees and 25 employees for the hotel. At mealtime, either morning, afternoon or evening. A clean kitchen will look a little crowded due to employee breaks. Of course everyone took turns doing it.

"Break lunch today whatan Ar, uh yes I saw the Imam in the mess this morning. Tumben he's not back, but today it's his turn to take a day off."

Ma'am Ina walked past me. I just kept quiet not to say back. With busy hands peeling carrots and shaping them into decorations for tomorrow's use, my mind wandered.

The priest didn't come home? why not give me some news? The question raged in my mind. But these lips are still tightly clenched. My hands are busy with work too.

Imam is my girlfriend, still just walked 3 months of our relationship. And this is known only to the entire staff and employees of the restaurant and hotel. It's just that scope, because our day is always there.

The restaurant is not too crowded on a normal day. But on the weekend we have to be ready to go the extra mile. Usually guests will double in 3 days every week.

"Ar, for tomorrow's order they add cocktails as cover. Check, we still have stock of fruit." Mbak Yayak came by holding his ballpoint pen. I immediately got down from the high chair I was sitting in and stepped into the chiller (the inside of the refrigerator where the temperature is made in such a way that the goods inside are durable but do not make it freeze)

"There is enough mbak, there are still approximately 7 kinds of fruit left in the chiller."

"number enough? do not miscalculate Lo Ar. Orders for 200 people, it would be nice for us to make more. Watch who knows who they are." His words remind me.

"Ready Ma'am, I will note all what needs to be added. So tomorrow morning can go shopping."

"Yes, don't forget to add to the order paper yesterday."

I nodded and immediately noted it to the paper order attached to the wall that was made a special place to stick the order so as not to forget.

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NB: This retells the beginning before Arsita's encounter with the former. In order not to be confused later, I make the story as detailed as possible..

Please be a little patient because this is a true story so I also still sort out which ones can be poured into the story and which ones should be kept.