The Love of the Former
DCSM chapter 7
Month passed.
"From next week there are some interns working here. They are divided into 2 groups. Because it's too many then one group will be placed in the hotel."
Ani's mom as the supervisor of the resto told us. The arrival of interns is sometimes awaited. Because at that time, those who want to take a little long leave will no longer be disturbed by the shift change of holidays. It could even be up to him three people at once taking leave.
"How long is it?"
"Three months like that, that initial filing. Whether or not it will depend on their school."
I'm just listening. A slightly wider clean kitchen is often a gathering place for employees who unwind.
"Fel." I turned to Mas Eksan who was already standing next to me.
"What's wrong?" Don't show a face like that anymore, I said in my heart.
"Something I want to say, it's a little important. But not now and not here anyway. Finish your work hours, just come to the hotel office. We'll talk there."
I nodded in response to Mas Eksan's remark. I resumed my work when he stepped back into the hotel.
"Sir." Rini's brother came with an order paper in his hand. Looks like a guest is coming.
Rini's mother immediately shouted at the door of the dirty kitchen. Delivering any order that needs to be cooked. I was checking the order paper, checking that there was a part of me there.
"Fried potatoes with grilled chicken Nduk." Rini's sister approached me who was already blaming the stove for cooking the order.
"There's no special request mbak?"
"Most love 2 or 3 mbak, that's a sore mayan anyway." I replied as I walked towards the chiller taking the potatoes and chicken pieces for me to burn later.
"I'm ready to drink first. When it's done, it won't help to prepare the plate."
I just nodded. It is not uncommon for waitress friends to help me prepare orders when they have finished with their duties. Oh yes, this resto. Their mandatory drink orders make it their own for guests. In the clean kitchen there were only two officers. Me and my mom Bunasih. Our job is only to cook and tidy up the food that will come out for guests.
"Sir, did you know that next week there's an intern here?"
Rini's mother came back and stood beside me as her hands were busy preparing the dishes for her order container.
"Tau mbak, was Ani's mother told you."
I peeled cucumbers as grilled chicken vegetables, there is bokor lettuce and also cabbage. I arranged everything on a serving plate with my chili put in a small wooden cobek as the place.
"Many girls, Nduk. It is better if there are many guys. If the girl likes catfish and sometimes nyebelin." Grumble mbak Rini while lifting fries that have matured yellowish.
"Not all so mbak, the proof is that we are also lo girls. Does Rini want to be called lazy?" I walked while carrying a plate of cooked capjay from the dirty kitchen.
Put it on the table and immediately laid out in a tray by Mbak Rini. "I was anterin this time first nduk. Let others follow ntar." I'm nodding. Live koloke equal kale immature.
While waiting I cleaned my place. Kulap all ceramics from oil splashes and sambal. It feels comfortable to see the place back clean before there is a new order.
"It's kale like koloke huh." Bu Tima came out with two plates in his hand. Ah until I forget I took the rest of the order that had not been spread in the dirty kitchen.
