Duren Sweet
Modus

We mom, dad, nana and I are enjoying a mama-made brownie. You know, it tastes really good, I'm sure, if you sell brownies this will definitely sell. Indeed, the mother is very good at cooking, because the mother graduated from SMK majoring in culinary arts. Since the first mother aspired to open a cake shop, but until now has not been achieved.mother said it does not matter, because I believe someday mother can open her own homemade cake shop.

To enjoy the beautiful sunset, together with family is the best thing ever. I am grateful to have a family that is still intact, it never occurred to me that I felt the most beautiful thing in my life. Family happiness. Their laughter is my spirit. Their crying is my pain. We've always gone through all the trials of living together. By supporting each other. Mutually strengthen. Will make our family. The happiest family in the world. Poor life is not a problem. The most important thing is to live with the people we love.

Here we are, on the roof of the house, or many call it a rooftop. The place we like best when we are together. A place where I often enjoy the expanse of the sky, sprinkled with stars and the moon. Our house has two floors. Not too fancy, very simple. Sometimes mothers often make this rooftop as a place to dry clothes. Sometimes not. Mother often hangs it down below. He said he was too tired to go up and down the stairs. My mother is no longer young. He often complained about his painful knee. All I could do was ease the pain.massage her legs.Sometimes my sister nana was massaging my mother's legs if I was busy doing schoolwork.

I don't know why you look different today. He smiles. But behind her smile was something she was hiding. His face looks gloomy. The spirit in his eyes slightly dimmed. I don't usually look like this. Wanna ask. But I'm afraid to make your mood worse. But maybe I'm not the only one who's aware of it. Mom too. Through the eye signal, the mother asked. I just shakes no idea.

" sir ". The gloomy face of the father instantly disappeared as mother called out to him, with a forced smile. I look towards my mother. I know that, in his eyes. Hinted sadness. His smile is knotty. Covering something.

" yes ?"

" father why, not usually you look moody. Mr sick? ".

I dare not look into my mother's eyes. He turned his face the other way. A little, I know. Father's eyes glazed. Like holding back a cry. I didn't answer my mother's question. He was busy thinking about something.

"father if there's a problem try to tell mom"

Father crying.

She cried. Even if there is no stuffing. I know he's been hit by something. I tried to persuade my father. You take a deep breath. Although there was still a single tear on her cheek.

" mom sorry mr ". I cringed confused. Why you apologized.

" i'm sorry why sir, tell mom. Father why?". I don't know, I look confused. I don't understand what you mean.

Like bracing himself to say something to us, I don't know what it is. It doesn't seem like good news.

" father fired from the work of ma'am, sir the hero fired the father ". The sentence was a success out of my mouth. Mom and I were very surprised. Fired?. Thats impossible. I have worked with Mr. Hero for a long time. There is no way you can be fired.

" how can sir "

" someone slandered father. Mr. Slandered has stolen the hero's money. My father never stole. Earlier this morning pak hero called pak.ia told the father to complete the foundation of the building that you built. There were not 10 officers who helped. When my father was taking his lunch break. I went to the bathroom, finally looking for a public toilet. When he returned, he was stopped by the hero, he was angry with the father. He said it was you who stole the money. There he tried to explain. But hero sir, don't want to believe it. He's checked all the employee bags, the father's bags, too. And the hero found it in my father's bag. By Allah, I never stole my mom. You also don't know who put the money in your bag "

" mother believes in the same father.have sir not to think about.maybe this is the will of the Almighty "

" siti also believes in the same father" I said encouraging the father

Once upon a time the man who had slandered you. Just because competition is unhealthy. Father became his victim. I tried to calm my father. Mom hugged dad. Rubbing my father's back. Just like when mom calms me down when I'm sad.

" already sir. Ikhlasin aja, I'm sure you will get a better job than your previous job.let's now go in. I want maghrib. We pray together. Pray with God to facilitate all our affairs". We all went into the house. You don't look sad anymore. It even looks more excited

Maybe it's time I had to find a side job to help my family's economy. I don't know what job, the most important is halal. And will bring blessings in the future.

Tomorrow I'll ask my friends. Maybe they know. Places that need employees. Who can work part-time. I can work after school.

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Tomorrow, though,

After school activities ended. I get information from my friend's karin if there is a caffe who is in need of employees. Caffe cai hong (rainbow cafe). Not far from home. I'll be there soon. Cycled.

Yesterday night someone raised my repaired bike. Even better (when used). I'm pedal-paddling my pedal. Heading there. Day starts afternoon. The sky is bright. There's no cloud. The coffee I went to was quite crowded. There are a lot of young people there. I know them a little. One generation with me. I have no doubt. I parked my bike in front of the cafe. Make a heart go in there. I haven't told my mom and dad.

I'm still wearing my school uniform. Enter there. A lot of people look at me. But I don't give a shit. I asked the cashier.

" excuse me "

" is it deck?"

" he said this cafe is in need of employees. Can I register "

The cashier looks thinking. Looking at me from top to bottom. He smiles. I don't know what that smile means.

" it just so happens that no one has registered yet. Adek can work here. Might as well. Just as a waitress. It's okay, right?"

Waitres?. Not bad. I immediately followed him. Anyway, it's not a hard job.

" it's okay, I want ".

The boy called his partner. Mbak - mbak too. Told him to take me to meet the owner of the cafe. We're heading for the third floor. There's the cafe owner's room. He knocked on the door of the room. A man opened it. Looks young. About 25 years. Chinese-faced. Complete with narrowed eyes. White-skinned. Hindung. Thin red lips. Very handsome. But he can't beat rendy's good looks. Uh, why am I even thinking about it. Forgetit.

" what's the matter put?"

" this sir, someone wants to register as an employee here ". His word. The man invited me in. The mother left. He told me to sit down. Maybe I'll get an interview.

" sure to want to work here ". He's judging. From top to bottom. Exactly like that.

I nodded steadily, "yes sir"

" i've never received an employee who is still in school. But it doesn't matter. The origin can work well. I can accept the adek here "

" whose name is "

" Siti nur baya sir. The nickname siti "

" My name is Daniel zhang, you can call me brother daniel or brother. Because I was young, the time was called sir, later I look old dong "he said half-jokingly, I only responded with a knotty smile.

" age of siti berepa?, where is the address "

" 17 years. Jln address. Semanggi. 2 "

There are a lot of questions that Daniel's sister has asked. I answered it correctly. He also asked about my skills. He's impressed. Even he didn't just accept me as a waitress. He gave me another job. Make coffee. brother daniel is really a good person.

I can work there from tomorrow. I'm pretty happy about it. Brother Daniel doesn't even matter if I only work when I go home from school. He even told me if my appearance was interesting enough. The wages are also good. I also went home. That's the happiness I feel. I can help both my parents. I'll tell them later.

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" mom, sir ".

It's time I said that. I hope they give me a work permit. Don't want to trouble them. It's my own wish. He also just lost his job. At least I can help the family economy.

Nervous. That's how I feel. Afraid of not getting blessing. I should be able to. I have to convince them. I squeezed my tablespoon strong. Take a deep breath. Take courage.

" mom, sir. I got accepted to work "

1 Second. 2 seconds. They don't respond. They're silent. Stare at me. With an astonished look.

Nana, she's so cute. I'm sweating cold. They're staring. Sadness look. That's all I know.

" i'm sorry "that sentence came out of my mouth. He looks sad.

" sorry, if you don't get fired you don't have to work "

I took a breath for a moment. Trying to smile at them. I explained well - well. If this is my own wish. Nothing to do with the sacking of the father. Little by little. I'm explaining. They understand. They're letting. Just don't interfere with my school. Doesn't matter. I need to be able to divide my time well. School morning. Afternoon to night work. Grateful for the school implementing the fullday system. There is no need for PR. That was supposed to be.

We finished our dinner with laughter. Sister, nana. He told me I fell yesterday. I don't know because I was wearing long sleeves yesterday. To cover my wounds. I warned Nana not to complain to you. It basically has a bucket mouth. Can't keep a secret at all.

Sired. He asked me. Why I could fall. When to answer. Nana interrupted. I was a little annoyed at him. "siti's sister got hit by a car sir "that's what she said. Dad was very surprised. He asked if I was okay. I said I was okay.

Mother also complained to the father if the car I hit was a rendy sir's car. He was surprised. " mr rendy your teacher smp?" ask her. I just nodded. She asked me. Didn't rendy move to Hong Kong?. I told you if rendy moved here again because he had to take care of his company here. That's what I told my father.

" Have he got a child?" ask me, I want to know that too.

" it's already "

" really?, male or female "

" man. That's what rendy said "

I don't know. Suddenly I don't want to talk about it. My mood's bad. After eating. I was going to the room. Locking door. Then lay down in bed. Hugging bolsters. There should have been no topic about him. Honestly, I don't want to talk about it. Don't know what it's because. Jealous?. Might as well.

Never mind. I better get some rest. I don't want to be late expecting it either. Adheres. I mean. Receiving love. Love?. It's true that I love her. Too deep. Until firmly rooted in the heart. It's hard to get rid of. It is also called first love.

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Been busy. That's me now. After school, I went straight to the cafe. For work. I didn't go straight home. Because it'll take time. So, I immediately tancap gas go to caffe. Riding the bike went there. The cafe owner provides a special uniform. I can replace my school uniform with a caffe uniform. No one knows if I'm still in school.

The first day was exhausting for me. Mondar mandir here and there to deliver visitor orders. Tonight the caffe is really crowded in the visitors. From the start of cool teenagers hanging out. Husband and wife, lovers and much more. A little tired indeed. But it's nothing. For the sake of family, I should be able to. Vim

My mother ordered this

It's not delicious, ma'am

fried chicken 1 with orange juice

Fried rice 2, avocado juice 2

Chicken saute 1 mbak

Soy noodles do not use onions

Capcay 1 mbak

Bla bla bla

I was busy taking orders. The kind of food they ordered. A little bit of a problem. But I can still handle it. Because I'm not alone. There was a little fera that helped. He's a regular caffe. 1 year working there. The experience is pretty good. He taught me a little trick when carrying a lot of orders. Carrying with both hands. Real hard. I can't. Fera's father cursed him. I am a new officer. Learning new things. It takes a little time.

I walked into the kitchen. Provide order notes to the cook. Mas bagas's. He is also one of the regulars of caffe. He has been working for 2 years in Dicaffe. He is really good at cooking. The skill is quite amazing.

Siti, please deliver this food to table number 3 1st floor

Well-rounded

I went back to the front to deliver the food. The caffe bell rang. That means there are visitors coming. I saw who came. A man and a child. Maybe they're father and son. They headed to the 2nd floor choosing a seat near the window. The place most often chosen by some visitors. Because you can see the view of the crowded highway.

I approached them. Ask them what they want to order. I can't see the man's face. Because he was talking to his son, maybe. But his voice was not foreign to me.

" excuse me, what do you want to order?, here we have some new menu ". I gave him a menu book.

He accepted, "thank you "

He's thinking. You may be confused about choosing a menu. After 2 minutes. He finally chose the food he wanted.

" i ordered 1 capcay, same coffee only mbak. Papa's son wants to eat what hemm?" he asked his son. The little boy was thinking. Her cute expression made me want to pinch both of her puffed cheeks.

" apie mau or this pa "(rafie wants to eat this pa) slightly slurred speech style. Makes me want to laugh. Really really funny. He showed me a picture. It's spicy food.

" can't be darling. It's spicy, the others yes." the boy looked pouty.

" ihh, the potoknya apie intin eat this "that boy looks annoyed. (Ihh, rafie tree wants this mkan)

The man was seen persuading him not to eat spicy food," dengerin papa, later if rafie was already big. Rafie can eat this. Rafie is a kid now. It will hurt your stomach if you eat this "

"umh. Yautdah deh, apie tayak papa aja" (umhh. Yaudah deh rafie kayak papa aja) finally the boy obeyed what the man said. Really a dream husband.

" yaudah mbak, capcay 2 yes. Coffee is milk "

I recorded it well. He gave me the menu book. I accepted. I accidentally looked at the man's face. And the same man was looking at me. What surprised me the most was. She's she?

" mr rendy! "

" siti! "

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TBC...

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