The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapter 29. What an Incredible Beginning
Chapter 29. What an Incredible Beginning
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"Just please life, even though the transverse aral comes without pity. Come and change, forge the limit of patience".
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Shinta that day delivered Bu Kartika, he who intended to play to where Dhira did not know if his best friend had moved to the shophouse.
"Sorry Shin, yesterday was a small event"
Dhira seduces Shinta, who is sulking, for not being told about her move.
"Yes, but I'm on Lo's side"
"Hopefully this is your path to Dhir's success" Shinta said.
"The mountain is Shinta, help it once yuk"
Bu Kartika who passed in front of them both joking.
Shinta gladly accepted Bu Kartika's invitation, after all, today her husband serves the morning. Obviously going home a little night.
Ms. Kartika has cooked some processed meat and fish at home. He has not dared to cook much, considering the new open.
Only their cake always makes a lot, because it never deserted the customer.
A day a thread, a year a piece of cloth.
The proverb seems to be able to make motivation, that every effort will definitely pay off over time.
They fight with dough, oven, and mixers. Interspersed some jokes, which makes time not feel rolling.
"Eat first yuk, we rest later" said Dhira.
"Shalat first" replied Shinta.
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After eating and praying, they are now resting. Opening their phones.
Symbiosis of mutualism, Dhira felt helped and Shinta also now did not feel bored.
"I want to work together with you Dhir" said Shinta.
Yes, Shinta thinks it's fun to also have activities.
"Don't!, I haven't been able to pay people"
"Issshhh, rather than being bored at home" Shinta blurted her lips.
"Nob on the paycheck is also not what, the important thing is I have friends"
Whichever Dhira might be able to pay Shinta, what she has right now is with Bastian's help.
Dhira stared at the face of Shinta, her best friend was in addition to being a pure housewife, she was also not bounty momongan.
"Yes Dhir, I let there be activity" Shinta seemed to be begging, with a clear face.
Dhira looked towards Bu Kartika, asking for approval.
Bu Kartika nodded, sign approving.
"All right"
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The decision to allow Shinta to help him was apparently right.
By late afternoon almost evening a lot of cars and motorcycles were raiding the new store Dhira.
That hour is the hour to get home from the office.
"Dhir, why is it like a demo person" said Bu Kartika, who saw a lot of cars and motorcycles turning into their store.
The results of cooking with cake cake there ludes in an instant.
"This is the return, thank you" said Dhira who was serving payments.
"Risoles are just as pastel as well" said a woman in an office uniform, who wrapped some cakes.
"Is this not there anymore?" ask Shinta who serves the buyers.
Nearly two hours they jibbled with a crowd of buyers.
Ahead of magrib, the fanfare had just broken down.
Leave a tired body, even the fan there seems useless. Proven from the sweat that still arises.
"I want to take a shower" Dhira said.
After the Magrib prayer they gathered on the chairs, which were on the ground floor.
"Crazy Dhir, just opened the rame gini"
"Bastian Pinter really look for a location, next to the intersection, which everyone also employees can see and stop by, right behind the office" Shinta really amazed.
"I don't know Shin either, but I'm just a nitipin three boxes of cake with Bastian. But what came was like an office"
Dhira thought, Bastian must have promoted his business.
Bu Kartika is also happy, this is a good start. Hopefully consistent and make his daughter's efforts grow.
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Devan
He also monitored the movements of his subordinates, who were seen storming Andhira's tavern.
"Actually who is Mr. Abhimanyu's friend" he said himself, with a position still in front of the wheel.
He pulled his car over the side of the road, opened his car glass a little to clarify his view.
"Sir, this" said a fat employee, who managed to take the cake there first.
He even got a mandate to buy food. According to Abhimanyu's orders.
Of course he did not want to bother to queue, he could tell others to do it.
That boss is completely insane!!!.
"Thank you" Devan told one of his subordinates.
He opened a white box that read "Kitchen Isun" with a caricature of a female chef, who was carrying a tray.
In one box apparently consists of many types of cakes.
"It must have been the fat one who chose" he murmured.
Contains pastels, spring rolls, as well as cakes wrapped in banana leaves that he himself does not know what his name is, there are also several other cakes.
There are 6 types of cakes.
"Gosh, this is so good" Devan's eyes sparkled, as soon as he bit off one of those wet spring rolls.
As fast as lightning he finished the delicious cake.
"It's better than the one in Abhimanyu's restaurant" he said again.
Without feeling he who was hungry, coinciding with him who finished coming home from the office, spent the entire cake until the toilet was not left.
"God, I forgot to take pictures of this food" said Devan, who forgot Abhimanyu's orders.
"You should take a photo and send it to me, as proof that you've done your job well!!"
"It looks like I'm in trouble"
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