Your Love

Your Love
#61



Aisha does not go straight to Mami Selly's house, she's Om Roy's restaurant. Because Aisha has not worked in Om Roy restaurant for a long time.


"Assalamualaikum, Um." Aisha knocks on Om Roy's door.


"Wa'alaikumsalam, Aisha." Roy is shocked by Aisha's arrival.


"Om, why is it so surprising that Aisha came? is Aisha bothering Om?." Aisha sat on the sofa.


"Haha... No dear, your tumben is here. mm." Om Roy approaches Aisha.


"Hehehe... Aisha no more Om activities, Aisha is bored at home so come here. Aisha can work here again, right, Om?."


"By dong, baby. This will be your restaurant later." Om Roy stroking Aisha's hair.


"What do you mean by?." Aisha confused.


"This restaurant has your father in the stub from your Dad's High School."


"Well! Great dad yeah, still school has its own business while I'm boro-boro."


"You're great too, Om is proud to have your smart, smart and pretty rich niece."


"Haha... Could it be Om. I'm a miss with Dad, Mommy and the Om sisters." Aisha's cheerful face became sad, she lowered her head and shed tears. Om Roy sees Aisha grieving, then hugs Aisha and caresses Aisha's hair. As if giving strength.


"Already, Aisha. You do not grieve anymore, there is still Om, Oma, Opa, Mami Selly, Papi Devan, Arkan and the idol of Kenan."


Blusses


Aisha's face blushed.


"Ih, Om. I'm so embarrassed."


"You're so excited." Om Roy pinched Aisha's cheek.


"Ouch, sick. Om." Aisha pouted and rubbed her cheeks.


"Today you bring food, so you can refresh."


"Ready Boss, your orders will be carried out." Aisha saluted.


"Well! this is a nephew, Om. The beautiful." Om Roy ruffled Aisha's hair.


"Haha... Sorry, yes. Here's the address."


"I'm going first, yeah Om. Assalamualaik... " Aisha Kissing the back of Om Roy's hand.


"Wa'alaikum..."


"Bang, your son is adorable and funny. You must be proud to have her rich son." Om Roy looks at Aisha's departure.


Aisha delivers food according to the address Om Roy gave her. Until it doesn't feel like it's night



"This is the last one. Right no address, I'd better call the buyer." Aisha took the phone inside her jacket pocket.


Ttuutt's... Ttuutt's...


"Assalamualaikum, is this really Santi's mother's house?."


"Wa'alaikumsalam, right, sorry who is this?."


"It's me from the Restaurant Family, going between meals." (Restaurant name changed).


"Oh! wait, yeah. I'll open the door."


Aisha closes the phone and waits for the house, not long after. The middle-aged woman came out.


"Sorry, long time ago. Here's the money, the change is for me." Middle-aged woman gives Aisha 3 pieces of money in red.


"Thank you, Mom. Enjoy the food, if anyone is less able to contact our restaurant back." Aisha Friendly.


"Well! You are so friendly, so calm your restaurant from the past until now is always number one in my family."


"Thank you, mom. Been our customer. Then I beg you to say goodbye, Assalamualaikum."


"Yes, Wa'alaikumsalam."


Aisha arrived at the restaurant and immediately changed clothes.


"Today was very pleasant, although a little tired. But the tiredness was lost seeing the customers were satisfied with this restaurant." Aisha Mumbles.