Betrayed My Husband
Food Delivery Girl
(Aqila POV)
After last night, I was more worried about the situation around me. I don't want to let my guard down a bit. After I made sure everything was safe, I just got out of the house quietly. This morning I came early on purpose, unable to sleep well all night. So, I intend to rest in the boutique only.
At seven o'clock I've opened a boutique. I gradually cleaned up the shop that I originally opened just to find busyness and continue the hobby. I can't believe my days are spent in this humble boutique. While my father's company, I turned to the Director who had worked for a dozen years with my father.
Actually, Om Syarif has warned me a lot about Mas Adam. The conscience of the parents certainly can not be lied to, because he has eaten a lot of life's salt acid. Have met and seen hundreds of human natures and habits. However, for that long I never wanted to believe it. I refuse to accept that Mas Adam is as bad as Om Sharif said.
Until finally everything is proven, and I leave all the stewardship of the company to Om Sharif. Although at first he refused, but finally still received with airy chest after I pleaded with him very much.
Because in this world, there may be no one else I can trust to take care of the company other than Om Syarif. As for myself, I have absolutely no interest in joining the business world.
I prefer the world of design and fashion. That is who I am, the real. That's where I can feel the comfort and quiet.
"Excuse me... With Mother Aqila?" asked a delivery courier in a red uniform and a red hat as he shifted my boutique glass doors.
"Yes, I'm alone. From Resto Green?" manyu friendly.
"Yes, Mom. I delivered Mom's order." she said politely and still stood in the doorway.
"Yes, Mba. Please, just come in here. It's okay,"
"But my shoes are dirty, Mom."
"It's okay. Later my employees come, the floor will be on the mop too."
After hearing my reply, hesitantly the young girl walked towards the seat where I was sitting. In front of me was a knee-high glass table.
"This is the order, ma'am. The total is 135 thousand," the girl explained as she handed me a paper with a bon note.
"That's the same cost between them?"
"Already, Mom. The cost between them is only 10 grand."
"Well, wait a minute, yeah" I told him. Then I walked into the room that I called my second room after the room at home.
I came out with two hundred thousand pieces of red money.
"Here, Mba." I said as I thrust the banknote at him.
"Sorry, Mom. Is there no money? I was not provided with any cash for his change" he replied timidly.
"It's okay. You will exchange it outside. Then, the rest you take. As a tip from me because it's been troublesome you early in the morning like this."
"No need, Mom. No need. I'll trade it and I'll come back later."
"Thank you so much for your kindness. I'm sure, I'm a good person and there are a lot of people I've helped. Mother is very generous, must be very happy life." said the young girl suddenly touched my heart.
"How old is he, Mba?" tanyaku.
"17 years old, ma'am." she replied with a bow.
I couldn't see clearly the face of this girl. Because he's been down since he talked to me. Moreover, he also wore a hat and mask.
"It's still very young. Are you not in school? Why are you working at the restaurant?" my question is getting sassy.
"I dropped out of school, Mom. Because there's one thing I can't explain!"
"good. I'm sorry, I was kind of asking about your personal affairs,"
"It's okay, Mom."
"Have you had breakfast? What if we eat together? Accompany me for breakfast here," I smiled and began to open the parcel she had delivered.
"Sorry, Mom. Thanks again for the offer. But I have to get back to work. Because there are still orders I have to deliver. And the change of money, I will return. Excuse me!" he turned around and walked out leaving me alone.
The boutique atmosphere again felt lonely since the young girl left. I had a chance to think, what made the girl quit school and become a food delivery courier. And then I found my own answer, of course, because of the economic factor. Indeed especially?
"Although he was in a difficult financial condition, he was not even so enthusiastic when I gave tips between. What a tough woman who really upholds self-esteem." I muttered as I continued to open my morning breakfast menu.
I eat slowly while browsing social media. Astri posted a picture of her belly 15 minutes ago. It didn't feel like it was that big of a pregnancy. She must be giving birth soon and Adam is very happy.
But strangely, I no longer felt pain or torment at all when I saw and imagined those things. Perhaps, it's a sign that my race to Mas Adam is gone. I don't know, I hope so.
After finishing breakfast. I let 6 more porridge boxes rest on the table. It is intentional that I buy more so that later my employees can also enjoy it as breakfast this morning.
Today, everything went as usual. There are a lot of new and old customers who come shopping. My employees serve them all kindly and wholeheartedly.
Until not felt, the day has shown at six in the afternoon. It's time for a break and the boutique is closed until seven in the evening. Only then open again until nine, while waiting for the employees one by one picked up family members or their lovers. Not infrequently, I drove them home if anyone could not be picked up by his family.
Suddenly, as I was lying alone in this boutique room, I remembered the young breakfast delivery girl earlier this morning.
He didn't come back to return the rest of my money. Even though I did intend to give it to him from the beginning, but he insisted on refusing and said he would deliver it back.
But, until this late is not visible also the stem of his nose. I smiled wryly considering the persistence of the girl as she rejected the tips from me.
"Basic hypocrite. Same with Astri. Do young girls today have such traits? It's very unfortunate. Even if he had just accepted, it would not have made a bad impression on him from me," I said and shifted the phone screen again trying to find out what news I should have missed today.