Young Miss Pretends to be Poor

The Goodness of Mama Nana

Queensya's gang, caught cheating on their exams, must repeat college next year. Meanwhile, Yuki who got the best marks started to become the public spotlight.

"It turns out, though only a maid but she's beautiful and smart too!" whispered the students.

No more calling him poor or scorning Yuki's work anymore. His mentality is getting steely, he has been hurt a lot by being underestimated by people, scorned, betrayed, even made betting materials. But all that did not make it worse. Yuki resurrected herself. Yes, only ourselves can arouse the spirit of life in times of sadness.

Every day Yuki focuses on her order and lectures. He had forgotten about Rangga a little.

"Sir, is Kiki really an obscure kid, huh?" tanya Bu Yuah whispered to her husband who was devouring his dinner while Yuki was in the room.

"Why, anyway? The important thing is that he doesn't mess around and can cook well!" replied Mr. Hendra while taking another piece of rice and his favorite vegetable opor.

"Not that, I mean he's why his thoughts are different from most teenagers, huh? Especially with business ...." The view of Bu Yayah glared, the largest of the rupiah coffers they produced during these months.

"Yes ... Maybe her parents are also trading too! So, the business is good!" With his mouth full, Mr. Hendra answered Bu Yaah's words.

"Can too, huh? Uh, but he's a pinter too, sir! He's number one in his class."

"Yes he is determined!"

"Yes, it could be an example of Wildan and Aurel, it is not in vain that he came to this house .... Sir, if he turns out to be the son of a rich man how?"

"Ah, this mom, mostly watching soap operas. The Wasted Child, what is the Exchanging Princess?" kelakar Mr. Hendra.

"The Exchanging Wife, times!" tukas Bu Yaah's.

"Mauuu ..." - Seloroh Mr. Hendra.

"Exchange Goats."

"Huh, this Mother ...."

*

Yuki's college days felt so fast. Every Sunday the girl goes to Nana's house to learn to make cakes and pastries.

"Kiki, your learning will is very high. Good, you can nerusin Aunty to make cakes and pastries! Si Nana was not interested at all! Moreover, he has been dating the same .. whose name is it when Aunt forgot?" mama Nana, Mama Tri.

A few months Yuki visited Nana's house, she already considered like her own child. Nana's an only child like herself. The girl also tells Yuki who works as a domestic assistant at Bu Yamah's house. Mama Tri was very enthusiastic about teaching her.

"Adit ..." replied Yuki, but it was cut off by Nana's arrival.

"Have you finished yet?? I can't wait to taste! Hmmm .. It smells good!"

"Ah, you are, so girls should be able to cook too, not just tasters! Learn to like Kiki!" moor Mama Tri.

"Mama, I'm interested in selling meubel kayak papa, hehehe ..." kelakar Nana while plucking a thick rice cake.

"Emm, that's delicious! Ki, you use the tools Mama did not kepake in the closet! Than rust!" chirps Nana.

Yuki smiled shyly, but how excited when Mama Tri agreed to it, "Oh yeah, if Kiki wants to, just take her home! There's a new mixer, a tangkring oven that Aunty never uses! Instead of idling, bring Ki!"

"Well, is it really Aunt??" The girl's eyes couldn't lie that she was so happy with Mama Tri's offer.

"Yes, that mixer has never been used, trus if the oven, Aunt already have an electric one. So no more dipake tangkring. You use it, sometimes there's a cake dish, it's useful?" mama Tri said.

"Ah, thank you very much, Auntie. Yes, Kiki wants to bring it and it must be useful for Kiki!"

Yuki brought home all the tools given by Mama Tri. Not only that, he also brought a jar of nastar and cheese pastels that he practiced with his mother Nana, their kindness to drive Yuki with a driver and a private car.

"Thank You Sir!" yuki tells Nana's private driver after she drops the items on the porch.

"Together, Mother. Excuse me first!"

"Be careful, sir!"

The driver waved his hand and passed from the front of Bu Yayah's house.

"Kiki, what's that?? So many things you bought??" asked Bu Yayah while feeding Aurel.

"This is given by Nana's mother, Mom. This piece of equipment was never made, so he gave it to me!"

"Well, good of them! Ki, later if we can take orders to make cakes!"

"Yes, Mom! This is Mom, if you want to taste!" Yuki held out the two jars of cake that she brought.

Bu Yamah immediately opened the jar out of curiosity, he took one votive cake and devoured it with one go into his mouth.

"Pulen, this is fresh pineapple jam, right?" He put another nastar in his mouth.

"Yes, Mom."

Bu Yaah was already engrossed in putting another nastar in her mouth.

"Mom, three nastars is equivalent to a plate of rice, you know!" yuki reminded.

"Come!! Ummm .. That's why I'll take three more so that it's two plates! Yummy anyway! Don't care about the scales to the right!"

Yuki shook his head looking at the behavior of his master. Not to mention if Mr. Hendra comes home, they can scramble the cake jar. He brought the utensils in and placed them neatly on the side of the kitchen.

"Ki! Don't forget the order tomorrow morning??" said Bu Yayah.

That's how Yuki's activities are now preoccupied with all that, sometimes he feels tired, but the thicker his wallet makes the fatigue disappear. His shadow returned home bringing not only thirty million always in wishful thinking.

*

"Kiki, no Lebaran even there is a nastar cake message the same kastengel, the same rice box we have to walk too! I'm glad we can keep order, but it feels like our ability is only limited to a small amount of energy, Ki!" suluh Bu Yaah stretched her muscles. He let his shop be turned into a place to make and silence orders. A day they could make a hundred and fifties of rice box orders, coupled with a growing order of pastries.

"Where are we looking for employees, ma'am?" ask Yuki. His eyes stared at the book he used to manage the order.

"Well, that's okay, too, but who?" ask Bu Yaah while peeling the onion and garlic.

"Mothers of this village can too, Mom! Instead of them running out of time to gossip things that are not clear, they can help pack rice boxes with parcel cakes! For whom, Bu Yayah can choose, two people first, Mom!"

"Later we pay according to his job, not good enough to be dumb at home right, Mom! We count on using them" Yuki suggested.

"Oh, yes. There's a, Miss Ima same Icha! The two people are neatly not kelulungan kalo about packaging! Sure you!" bu Yayah was excited.

"Good, Mom! Don't forget to tell me their pay, Mom? Let it be clear, they want to be per day or per month, it's up to them, Mom!"

"Okay, Ki!"