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Chapter 7's

Four Months Later

Dari has completed her S2 education, she earned a Cumulative Performance Index of 3.82. Of course this makes Surinala, Tari's mother is very proud of her only daughter. At the moment of his graduation, Tari used it to express his dream that he had longed for, namely setting up a cafe tent on the beach.

Dari is very tired of sitting as an office worker for eight hours every day, he is also not interested in continuing the real estate business owned by his late father, let the business be handled by his father's confidants only, he also has no interest in continuing the real estate business, while the mother who oversees the wheels of the business.

Yes after a long discussion, Surinala finally allowed Tari to set up a cafe tent on the coast of North Jakarta.

"So this is the place?" Surinala inspects the building that Tari will use to set up his cafe tent. The building looked very different to what he had in mind, thinking that his daughter would actually set up a five-foot tent, he said, but it turns out a cafe that is very well conceptualized even though it is still in the renovation stage.

"Given its place, it's quite strategic and has great potential." Surinala nodded his head towards the second floor. "From here we can see the beach very clearly."

"Orange, exactly bund." Dance emphasized if from the second floor of his cafe will be able to see the sunset perfectly.

"If your cafe goes smoothly and successfully, people will say this is a bold and smart business decision. But if this business fails, your legacy's gone..."

"People will tell you if it's a stupid decision?" say Dance.

Surinala grated her shoulder. "Yes that's it. You're going to college in the business department, so you think you already have enough business knowledge." Surinala slowly floated her gaze throughout the room, as if imagining what kind of cafe owned by his daughter when it began to operate. "Dance, just make this cafe the coolest hangout place in Jakarta."

Smiling dance. "Of course Mother" he said confidently. "Mother, I'm sorry, I bought this place without asking you first."

"You're an adult, you have the right to decide for yourself" Surinala replied.

Tari caught a look of disappointment on her mother's face, not disappointed in the place she chose but disappointed because Tari did not ask for her opinion at all. She felt that her mother was very lonely now. It had been four months since his father died, and although he was not a good husband, it would definitely be strange for his mother to live alone.

Surinala, knowing that her daughter was a little reluctant to stay with her, chose to buy a small house just a hundred meters from the apartment of Tari, the small house looks very beautiful surrounded by gardens decorated with various flowers that are now his new hobby of caring for these flowers. Although already that close to his daughter, Tari still can only visit once or twice a week, because he is too busy with his business.

"In the corner there's still a lot of junk." Surinala pointed to the corner of the room.

"This place was a clothing store, and the one who occupied it did not bring all his belongings. Later I will tell the person who renovates this cafe to throw it away. Now they're home." said Tari.

"Well then, you always pray for the best for you dear." Surinala and Tari left from the second floor, they both returned to the ground floor and walked to the front door.

As Tari opened the front door of her cafe, she saw a female figure observing her cafe from outside the window. The woman was surprised to see the door open, until then she saw Dance.

"Hi." he said as he waved his hand. She is very beautiful and looks beautiful.

The woman flanked her little bag, then she walked over to Tari and stretched out her hand. "I'm Caira" he said. Dance regretted her "Dance"

The woman pointed to the window where she was standing. "I saw the job announcement."

Dance nodded. "Yes, this morning I installed it, I'm in need of some cafe waiters and cooks."

Dance instantly liked this woman, her voice was friendly and her smile seemed sincere.

Surinala touched his daughter's shoulder, then he leaned his body into his daughter's cheeks. "Mother go first, baby, there is a ceremony later tonight with friends" he said.

"Mother doesn't want to see the sunset first on the second floor?"

"Anytime, you're in a hurry."

Dari says goodbye to her mother and looks at her getting into the car, then she turns her attention back to Caira.

"Actually I plan to open this cafe next month, currently still in the renovation stage" said Tari. He continued to look at the Caira performance, Dance was in need of a cook but not like Caira, because he felt if he could not afford to pay Caira, Caira, the small bag he had brought alone cost five hundred million, comparable to the price of the place he had bought for his cafe. How would he hire this woman?

Eyes sparkling. "really? I love to cook!" the woman turned around and said "It looks like this cafe carries a traditional concept."

Dance nodded. "Yes, I want to bring the nuances of Joga and Central Java present in this cafe, complete with Javanese gamelan music."

"That's a really amazing idea Dance, I can cook hot fried chicken, pecel rice and so on. I can help you, for free."

Dance tilted her head. "You want to work without pay?"

Caira nodded. "Actually I don't need a job, I just look at the announcement and think why not? I have cooking skills, it's just that I get bored easily, but I promise you, I'll help you as much as possible."

"I can't if you work without paying, I can pay you 10 million a month if you're really serious" Tari said.

Caira clapped her hand, if she did not wear high heels, of course she would have jumped. "So where's the kitchen? I want to show you how I cook."

Dance glanced at the expensive clothes that Caira was wearing. "Tomorrow, I haven't prepared any groceries, there's only eggs in the kitchen. But you better be wearing old clothes tomorrow that can be thrown away."

Caira rolled up her sleeves no matter what Tari said, she put her expensive bag on the table filled with wall paint. "Ah no problem, I can make an omelet typical of a pasture restaurant if you want. Besides, my husband and brother are still busy watching cosplay carnivals on the street corner. I'm tired of waiting for them both." said Caira