
"Sita, I'll go home first. Thank you for accompanying us. And here are a few tips for you. Accepted yes" Miana gave some red money sheets containing the first photo of Indonesia, the father of Soekarno and Moh Hatta who was pounding sumringah on the money sheet.
"No mistress, thank you for everything" Desita said what Miana gave.
"Don't make a fortune, not good" When he said that, suddenly the restaurant manager came.
"Thank you Desita, that's a tip for you for doing your best service" the man said with a smile on his face. Eventually, Desita slowly accepted the money.
"Thank you so much madam" Desita lowered her head as she said that" Miana smiled. I quickly went to the cashier to pay for all the dishes I had eaten.
"Sorry madam, all orders have been paid by the master who came out first" replied a man in charge of guarding the cashier's quarters.
"Oh, it's already paid. In that case, this is compensation for this restaurant because Desita has accompanied my children" Miana again handed the red-painted money a few pieces to the cashier.
"The master who had given the money was also the mistress" The female cashier replied again.
"Bagas same Rendy is real" Miana muttered to herself.
"Yes, thank you" Miana left the cashier after she did not spend a penny. He immediately walked out towards the exit. As she walked, her eyes glanced to her left to see if her former mother-in-law was still there. And as it turned out, after sweeping the entire room with his gaze, Asti ma'am was nowhere to be seen at all. He continues on to the parking lot, where Parlan and his children are waiting.
In the restaurant.
"Decision... You know why I called here? " Tell the man.
"Don't know sir. Maybe I've made a mistake" replied Desita lowered her head.
"Yes... You've made a mistake. You know what your fault is? " Tell the man.
"No sir" Desita quickly replied.
"Do you want to know? " Desita Yanh was asked only to look down while nodding.
"Because you just came and worked in this place" said the man who made Desita look up.
"You know, since you've been here, the sale of this restaurant has really increased significantly." Said the man to Desita.
"This is a bonus for you. But don't tell anyone. Especially your friends here. Because they will be envious and eventually dislike you. I don't want any competition between you. I just want you to work well" the man explained to Desita.
"But sir, why just me. Kan who works is not just me here" Desita seemed reluctant to accept the money. He also ventured to say.
"I have prepared them myself. Don'worry. Now that you're out, call your team to work. And remember, don't tell me how much nominal I've given." The man again warned Desita. The understanding Desita immediately nodded.
"Come out, after that get your friends here" Desita nodded and immediately walked out of the room.
"You are called" Desita said as soon as she was in front of her friends.
Miana Pov.
"Why are you planning something for Rendy? " Task Parlan.
"Yes... I see if they both look good. Desita also seems like a soupy child. So I want to plan something for them. That Rendy seemed interested as well" Miana replied at length.
"Yes I know. Hope Desita isn't shy anymore. I'll try to get them closer." Miana.
"I'll help you. I'll find out about the girl." Parlan says.
"okay.. Find out about her background" Miana agreed to what Parlan said.
One week later.
'Tok tok tok'
'Tok tok tok'
Twice the gate of Miana's house was knocked by a man with a black helmet. The person waits patiently when the security guard answers but has not yet revealed the trunk of his nose.
"Yes sir... Is there anything I can help you with? " Ask the security guard when he opened the gate.
"This sir, just want to deliver the package on behalf of Miana Damayanti" said the black helmeted man who turned out to be a package courier.
"Who are you, sir? " Task the security guard to know.
"It's written here the name of Atika Marcella" replied the courier.
"Okay sir, I'll take it straight away" said the security guard. After getting an invitation package the other day, Miana asked the security guard to receive a package that came from people she knew, except the COD package.
"Okay sir, here's the package. I asked for a photo first yes" The security guard nodded in allowing the courier to take a photo of him holding the package.
"Already sir, thank you" The courier immediately left aatpam after greeting him.
"Okay, let's sir" The security guard politely replied.
After closing the gate back, the security guard headed to Miana's house.
"Excuse me madam, this is a package for you" Mr. security guard who has met Miana immediately gave the package he held. I handed the package.
"From who? " Tanya Miana's.
"From your sister's mistress. Lady Atika Marcella." Answer the security guard in a soft voice.
"Well, mana" Miana who sat on the sofa stood up and received the package. It read a sender's name.
"Atika Marcella" Miana muttered as she read the package in her hand.
"Send what the hell. Tumben really" Miana's hand moved to tear the clear plastic duct tape that covered the thin package in her hand. Unable to cart the plastic, Miana rushed to find scissors to cut it. He walked to the table where the scissors were. His eyes swept across the corner of the table. But the scissors have not been found. Until finally, Miana walked towards the other maja. There he saw a pair of scissors in place. Miana quickly walked over to the table. Take the scissors slowly from its place so that no other items fall. Miana slowly pointed her scissors clear blakban in the package that was still in her grasp.
Slowly the package opens. Little by little I was able to see what the package contained. A purple-colored paper inscribed with words made Miana almost scream. But he made sure right. Once again, Miana read carefully.
"Mama, we're ready" Suddenly, Dara and Jelita's voice makes Miana have to hide the package she just received. I put the purple paper back in the plastic. After directly throwing it to the table. Focused directly on his son.
"Yes already. Let's go." Miana said to her two daughters. They're goin. And Miana ignored the package from her brother for the sake of not being known by the child.