
"hey al..Where are you going?back here!!!"
"sorry peter, I'm not a stupid woman who always chases you anywhere.My business is done here, I still have a lot of work in the store"
"actually how much does your uncle's shop cost?I'll buy it"
"heard Peter you might be rich, but my uncle wouldn't sell it for anything"
"oh yeah?"
"try it!!" with that alisa left peter who was smiling coquettishly.he passed by a beautiful woman who glanced at him cynically.
"very conceited, at best also rejected by a jerk guy"
alisa turns on her motorbike and leaves the vast parking lot owned by peter darusman, the heir to the only successful food processing company is her best friend from childhood.
but somehow the more mature the nature of the asshole even more.
his parents who live abroad rarely return to Indonesia and he is only accompanied by male servants in his magnificent home.
alisa returns to her uncle's food stall which is also where she has lived all along.
want to feel he rested, but so see the store is very crowded alisa forget his tiredness and help aunt orun serve the buyer.
"where have you been, how long?!!" aunty atun started to issue spicy words to alisa who had not even rested at all.this was all because peter held her for quite a long time by inviting her to talk this-that, which was,so alisa could only apologize because as much as she explained the aunt would still blame her.
he serves buyers by smiling to make customers happy.all available dishes are alisa cuisine which is a graduate of a special school of cooking.
uncle rudi sister of his father was very fond of him from childhood.paman rudi who doubled his age was married to bi atun long enough, but they have not been blessed with children.
when the store was quiet alisa still had to wash dishes and sweep the floor.sorry food was only a little left.At a moment he could close the store and rest.
bi atun and uncle rudi are sitting in calculating the results of the sale today.bi atun is like a big boss, in his right and left hands decorated with gold bracelets.his neck and fingers can not be separated from the sheen of jewelry.
uncle Rudi has often reminded that all his jewelry is stored at home, but his wife still ngeyel.
"hai al, isn't the food?I'm laper"
"dad lived telor balado same vegetable how?"
"may, eat here yes, drink iced tea sweet"
ardi was a regular customer long ago and worked in an expedition office and often ordered a lot of food for his office friends.
five minutes later alisa gave a plate of rice and a side dish that was quite a lot on ardi.
"thank you.you're the best"
"ordinary times, all the customers I love to eat" said alisa while smiling cheerfully.
"oh yes, do you want to not work where I al?there's a vacancy for the admin section"
"ah.gener too"
"i'll just stay back"
alisa walked towards the kitchen and placed her broom in the back room.
"who's in front of al?"
"sir, paman..."
"oh.yeah there temenin"
"good uncle"
"al..ini your payment" bi atun gave a piece of money fifty thousands.alisa received it and then excuse me for the future.not forgetting he said thanks to his uncle and aunt.
"addin why the hell bu.alisa already tired of cooking, cleaning-clean, waitress as well"
"still lucky I love that much, eat free residence is given so much every day also has a lot of sir"
rudi just shakes his head.
"let's go shopping tomorrow"
atun and Rudi walked out leaving ardi and alisa who were still chatting.
"how do you feel at home with your aunt?"
"ck.he took me from a little ar"
"but that's a saying, really, really pedes"
"squeeze is also netijen mouth"
"why not me?"
"haha.ya lah.lo sensi very rich chick again pms"
they talked until 9 pm.ardi pamit came home because he saw alisa who seemed to have been very sleepy.
alisa locked all the doors and went to the bathroom to take a shower.she would go to sleep afterwards because her body was really tired.
at 3 am later his uncle and aunt will deliver raw materials to be cooked.so on every day without any holidays.actually alisa is saturated but for the sake of returning the favor to them alisa will survive.
SERIATE
please leave a trail, sister :)