Widow Sama The Duda

A widower?

"Chef, what time is it?" ask Laila quietly.

"It's three o'clock" replied the chef.

"What time are you up?" ask Laila.

"Until it's done," replied the chef.

"Ah, if the menu continues where there is a problem. Until the night anyway?" grouse Laila.

"Where do I know. Just ask him there, Mr. Jacob," said the chef.

Laila did not answer. He frowned when he didn't know what time he was coming home. Not wanting to make Hasna and Kayla worried, Laila asked for permission to leave.

"Promise a minute!" said Chef.

"Yes. I can't escape. Still need money" said Laila before leaving.

The man simply shook his head with a smile when he heard Laila's reply. Especially when the shadow of Laila's innocence was strewn across her head.

"Where is he going?" mummy chef.

Unbeknownst to the chef, Laila goes to see Rena. He sent a message to Kayla and Hasna. I hope they are not disappointed if they go home later.

"Where from?" ask chef.

"Cap, Chef." Laila taunts Chef.

The man again shook his head when he saw Laila's behavior. Working with Laila makes her days fun. Same with Laila. Besides being a good chef, Laila is also happy with her work. At least her cooking hobby is channeled. Although actually, Laila prefers to make cakes when compared to cooking food menus like that.

"Finally done," said Laila as she wriggled.

Laila opened her eyes wide. It's seven o'clock at night. Laila was quick to go home after her work was done. He also apologized for not being able to deliver the food to Mr. Jacob's room.

Laila who came home on foot was successfully followed by the chef. But when the chef was about to call Laila, he saw Laila enter a house. The man who followed Liala saw two small children hunting Laila before entering the house.

"So he's family? I think it's still single" murmured chef.

The chef returns the bike. Drove out of Laila's house with a sense of disappointment in her heart. It is hard to accept the fact that Laila already has two children.

The heartbroken man spent the night filled with anxiety. Laila's innocent face and manner managed to fill her head for a full night. As a result, he woke up much later. Ignoring pre-set alarm sounds.

What happened to Chef had a big effect on Laila. He's the one who turned out to be in full charge of Mr. Jacob's breakfast this morning. With the maximum, Laila worked to exert all her abilities.

"Laila, called Mr. Jacob!" said Mr. Jacob's aide.

The newly arrived chef looked anxiously at the pale-looking Laila. He apologizes and calms Laila down before Laila leaves with Mr. Jacob's aide.

"Sir, this is nothing, right?" ask Laila.

The adjutant only answered briefly and so coldly. Laila was getting anxious. He grumbled along the way to meet Mr. Jacob. If anything happens, Laila promises to hold the chef accountable. Because according to Laila, everything happens because of the chef. If only the chef hadn't been bad luck, Laila couldn't have been called Mr. Jacob.

"Lake in!" mr. Jacob's orders.

Laila stood for a while before stepping her feet to enter Mr. Jacob's room. In her heart Laila prayed that nothing bad would happen to her. The future of Hasna and Kayla depends on her fate today.

"It's your thing?" jacob asked, pointing at the empty plate on his desk.

That plate was Mr. Jacob's breakfast this morning. Yes, breakfast with regular menu but made by different hands. There are ingredients that the chef didn't use, but Laila used them this morning. And it turns out it feels very liked Mr. Jacob.

"Why is your cooking different?" ask Mr. Jacob.

"That's just my creation, sir. Because before I did not know the breakfast menu Mr. Chef usually made," replied Laila.

Jacob asked Laila a lot of things. Including his experience in the cooking world. Laila admits that her experience is minimal. He also admitted if you prefer to make cakes than a menu of cuisine like this.

"Kue?" ask Mr. Jacob.

"Yes. I used to have a cake shop in Jakarta," replied Laila.

"really?" ask Jacob to doubt.

"Yes Sir. Herla bakery's shop name. But now it's bankrupt anyway" replied Laila.

Jacob looked at Laila. And true! Mr. Jacob remembers that Laila was a cake maker at a Nice wedding. Apparently there is still a kinship between Bagus and Pak Jacob. They still have a sibling relationship despite not being too close. For sure Mr. Jacob attended a nice wedding at the time. That means Mr. Jacob also knew that Laila was a pastry maker and bride at a Good wedding party at the time.

"You know the shop, right? In Jakarta it was booming even though it was not long sir," said Laila.

"Yes, I know. Now you're back. I will call again if there is a need" said Mr. Jacob.

"Good, Sir. Excuse me," said Laila.

Jacob immediately called Good after Laila left his room. Just a few hours Good had reached PK Jacob's room.

"What's calling me here?" good question when you enter the room Mr. Jacob.

"You must know something" replied Jacob.

"Something?" tanya Good while frowning her forehead.

"Yes. Something very important" Oak Jacob replied.

"What?" tanya Good.

Jacob explained about Laila's whereabouts there. It was good to sigh deeply and long upon hearing Laila's name.

"I want to see him" Pinta Bagus.

"Sure" replied Jacob.

Jacob asks his aide to take Laila to his room again. Not long after Laila came and bowed respectfully as she entered.

"How are you, Laila?" tanya Good.

"Good, sir." Laila replied with anxiety.

"We haven't seen each other in a long time. I know I can meet you here. Why did you move here?" tanya Good.

Laila raised her face. Look at the interlocutor with a confused look. From the question, Laila was sure that the man before her knew her. But who? Laila did not recognize Good at all.

"Does you know me?" ask Laila.

"God. What kind of question is that?" Good breaking table.

Laila swallowed her saliva with great difficulty. Afraid to see Good behaving like that.

"But ma-maaf sir. I forgot whose father this was. We've known him before?" ask Laila nervously.

"Jeez Laila. You are not old but your memory is bad. I'm Good. The man who has been deceived is as much your boast. If only I hadn't heard what you said about Winari, I probably wouldn't have become a widower like this. Huhhh," said Bagus taking a rough breath.

"Good Sir? This Mr? How fat now? Beards again. You used to be such a handsome man now?" ask Laila plain.

"So you think I'm ugly now?" tanya Good with full emphasis.

"Ah, where did I say that? Just in my opinion the father was much more handsome," replied Laila.

Laila's mind had drifted far to Bagus who said that he was now a widower. Yes, this has been feared Laila since Laila found another man with Winari the day before her wedding. But he did not expect it to be this fast.

At first Laila thought Winari could trick Bagus for longer. But God did not allow the lie to remain closed for much longer. The status of the widower who was carried by Bagus became Laila's great guilt.

As Good alleged, Laila was indeed the one who made the marriage happen. But it is also not accepted if blamed completely. Because as a lover, it should be better to know the true state of Winari.

"Why can you defend that woman?" tanya Nice while clenching her hands.

It felt like Laila apologized and admitted her mistake. But all will only make things worse. He feared this would impact his status of just three weeks as an employee at the plant.

"Sorry Sir. But all I know is, Sister Winari is good. What I said to you at the time, yes, that's the reality I know." Laila had to lie.

Good to understand Laila's attitude. Because Winari is good at role playing. Ah, nevermind. Good not to want to recall all the past associated with his ex-wife. Now Bagus thought about his plan to make the largest cake factory in Surabaya.

"Go back to work, meet me here." Good to decide to ask Laila to leave.

Laila who was sensitive to the sentence, immediately resigned and returned to see the chef. But he was silent. Even when the chef asked her why she had been called into Mr. Jacob's room, Laila could only lie.

A widower? It was wrong of me to have interfered with their marriage at that time. Nyesel really if you want that incident. If only time can be played again, I prefer not to interfere. It's better if they don't marry. At least, Mr. Good is not a widower this fast.