The Mr. Bucin

The Bucin 81

"Morning," Ara and Mbak Siti turned to look for the source of the voice, "morning too, Mas Dawn," said Siti.

"August, Jar?" Ara also returned a greeting from the man who was standing in front of the cashier's table, mbak Siti also sat next to him.

"How do you know Dawn, Ma'am?" ara's forehead is linked together, Mbak Siti smiled as she looked at the face of the handsome man who is now standing in front of her and the man was staring fixedly at Ara's face, even though Ara was staring at mbak Siti asking for an explanation.

"He's Mr. Reno's younger cousin" replied Siti who immediately made Ara look up and turned to look at Dawn.

His memory goes back to when he was in the hospital waiting for his father, and when Dawn confronted Reno, this man called with the call 'Abang', and at that time he did not realize it all. And the little boy he often saw while playing at Oma Reno's house, his face was almost similar to Dawn.

And stupidly Ara didn't think there, she just thought it was a coincidence. And it turns out they are siblings. Ara nodded slowly at the tip of her nose, her head shaking slowly. The world is narrow.

"Yes, you're moving forward, Ra," Netra Fajar took a look at Ara's central restaurant, "yes, this is also thanks to the help of your older nephew," Ara smiled as she recalled the man's struggle to persuade her and give her the borrowed money.

"He was great, he was faithful, too" said Fajar, smiling wryly, "yes, have you been to Oma's house?" Ara nodded in response to Dawn's question, her heart was now agitated and there was discomfort if Reno caught herself talking to a man and her lover was angry. For some reason now Ara is not comfortable adjacent to Dawn.

Sister Siti who saw the change in Ara's face immediately interrupted, "yes, Mas want what message, let me note," Fajar turned his head and nodded, then stepped towards the chair not far from the cashier's desk. Siti's mother also followed the steps of cousin Reno, in her heart mbak Siti guessed if Fajar also liked Ara, how lucky Ara because so many who love her, so monologue mbak heart mbak Siti.

"This is the menu book," Siti placed the menu book on the table in front of Fajar sitting down, Fajar nodded and began to open the menu book.

Dawn knows, Rara really likes to cook and whatever she cooks must taste good. No wonder if his cousin gave capital and quickly this restaurant business developed.

"Special fried rice and drink only lemon tea ice," Fajar then closed the menu book after saying the order and then Siti recorded it.

"Wait a minute, Mas," said Siti, Fajar nodded and his net back to look at the face of Ara who was staring at the cellphone, 'ah, must be sending a message with a bang Reno' Inner Fajar spoke.

"When I first met, knew and expressed my heart, Ra. But why did you choose my brother's love?" lirih Dawn. As far as Dawn is concerned, Ara or Rara just met Reno, her brother's cousin a few months ago. In fact, they met a dozen years ago. Fajar sighed softly, in the past when expressing his feelings to Ara or Rara, the woman asked for time, and this was the answer to her declaration of love first.

"It's his mas order, Mas," a woman wearing a uniform that says 'RA' and wearing jeans and shoes cats put a plate of fried rice topped with eggs, cow's eyes, and in the fried rice there are eggs that are scrambled and there is sausage as a complement and a glass of tea that is given sliced oranges.

Fajar smiled at the drink, then his hand took a spoon and put the fried rice into his mouth.

"If not you who cook, surely the seasoning they use is your concoction," murmured Fajar who again feed fried rice into his mouth to the toilet and drink lemon tea ice also up to the toilet.

The hand of Dawn stretched out took a tissue and wiped her mouth wet with oil and drinks. After paying, Dawn said goodbye to return to the minimarket.

"Greet everyone yes, Jar," said Ara kindly, Dawn nodded and threw a smile.

"I will say," Fajar replied, who then stepped away after saying goodbye, and Ara and Siti nodded.

"Where does Father know Dawn?" mbak Siti who had sat back beside Ara, the woman turned to look at Siti's madam.

"He's my workmate at the minimarket, mbak Siti look at the minimarket on the left before leaving earlier?" asked Ara while tilting her head, mbak Siti nodded when remembering the location of the minimarket that Ara meant.

"Well, that's where I used to work," Siti's forehead wrinkled, "minimarket US that?" Ara nodded in response to Siti's question.

"It's mbak, it's mah, it belongs to Mas Dawn," chirped mbak Siti who made Ara surprised and rounded her eyes.