GRINNED
CHAPTER 16: Employees
Dinda entered his shop with pleasure. For a moment I forgot the event that had just happened. From the Silvi wa he sent, that the current employee he told me yesterday has come. And waiting in the store.
Where is he .....
Oh that's them ....
I saw in the right corner seat 2 two girls sitting casually while chatting lightly. One of them seems to me familiar.
" Hi Yani, how are you ?"
"Good news, Din."
"Not seen Yani for long. You've been where Yan's been all this time."
"To Hong Kong, Din."
"Honey .. your knowledge. Especially if you are the best at making pastry. I love your pastry."
"It could be you, Din. How else, TKW's salary is big sich."
"Many money dong. Why now even apply for a job to my place, is it not wrong?"
"It's a long story, Din. I'll tell you later. There are also people who want to see you!" yani said, looking to his right.
A girl who was still in a white-gray uniform with a white headscarf on her head, looked sweet to me.
"Ratna's sister's name?" ask me while returning her sweet smile.
"Yes to mbak."
"What class?"
"Class 12."
"Will this interfere with your study time?"
"God is not God. I've thought about it."
"Where is your house?"
"Not far from here, Ma'am."
"As if you could stay?"
"God willing."
"All right then. You can work. From now on."
"Couldn't she?"
"If you don't mind."
"Good mbak."
"Later to learn first with Silvi and Mbak Hani. And please help Rani too in case of need."
"Good Ma'am."
Then Ratna went into the kitchen of our store, to change clothes first. He is a part-time employee that Silvi told me yesterday. That will help in the production.
But this time let it help in the sales section. Tomorrow we switch to production. I looked at it deftly and hard-working. Hopefully this can help Silvi and Hani cope with the ever-increasing order.
"Great you, Din."
"Praise or compliment ...?"
"Both." replied Yani laughing.
"Ehmmmm, to Hong Kong, a lot of money dong ."
"No longer, Din. Spent uncle. Even when I came home she said mom had a lot of debt to her. Because of mom's care."
"I'm so sad, Yan. "
"Oh yeah, Din. How I can get close to my parents and take care of them."
"But I'm accepted no?"
"Rugi that you know .. do not accept you .... But Yan, the salary is nothing compared to you working in Hong Kong." Dinda replied slowly.
Yani just smiled in response to my answer.
"I understand. What matters now is that I can be close to my parents. My mother is often sick. It's okay, Din."
"Then take care of your mother who? Or just gini, you make it at home and send it to this store. Material from me all."
"Right, Din." I nodded. Yani hugged him.
"Yes, then. Thursdays you're here, so I can prepare the materials for the posture first."
"Then. I'll go back, yeah...."
"Oh yes, this is for your mother's souvenirs at home" I replied. Take some cake from the storefront and put it in a paper bag. For her mother in a sick house.
"Thank you again, Din." hugging me. Then home.
Ariyani, a friend of SMK who used to be jolly and very talented in the culinary field. I often admire his cooking. Especially with the cakes he made, it was incredible. Both in terms of appearance and taste. Is now still the same as the old Ariyani or has changed. After a long time no longer struggling with the culinary world. Hopefully it doesn't change. Aami....
But I'll solve the problem of adding my employees. Good for this bakery and restaurant. I open wa, chat with my underclassman who just came home from Lombok. Reportedly not going back there. I called yesterday. Just the certainty of when to enter has not been told.
[Assalamu alaikum.wb.]
[Greetings waalaikum.].
[Yeyen yes.].
[Yes.].
[Wednesday we can go to the restaurant]
[God willing]
[Ok.tak tungu yes.].
[Take your friends with you.].
[Yes, Mother]
[Assalamu aleikum wr]
[Wa aleikum salam wr. wb.]
There's only one I haven't contacted, that's bi Sumi. Hopefully he can....
[Assalamu aleikum wr]
[Wa aleikum salam wr]
[What is Sumi doing now?]
[What's Non Dinda]
[Like bik Sumi work nginap in my house, how?]
[That's my pleasure, Non ..]
[I happen to be unemployed all this time at home. ]
[Job only if non-call on Thursday and Friday ]
[Coming out when, Non]
[If today can be]
[Can, Non]
[Yes already, later in the afternoon or after Maghrib, let's pick up brother.]
[Ok, Non]
Tired of sitting down too. Curses me. Especially at this hour. Time khoilullah said ustad, taking a nap to improve body fitness.
"Silvi, I go home first huh.." I said as I passed. Leaving Silvi who also wanted to head to her contest. Last night was forced to make an order.
"Yes, Din" he said as he headed to his room above.
"Let's go to college together huh..."
"OK"
I can't stand this drowsiness anymore. I walked past Hani, Rani and the others who were busy serving the buyers. I see Rani who is struggling at the cashier table must occasionally also help. I wanted to stop and help but this drowsiness got in the way. So I continued to step outside and headed home.
When I got home, I opened the door with the key I was carrying and immediately headed to my room to break down.
Unfortunately when I reached the room, my sleepiness was reduced by the presence of the shadow of the incident when together with Anya and Zaidan this morning.
About Anya who eats tarts in the office. Makes us laugh together.
About the strange attitude of Zaidan when borrowing a laptop. I don't know what it means ....
About the joy of playing together on the beach. How exciting.
When Zaidan proposes. Which makes my heart to this day, still pounding between tangent and happy.
All the passing adorn my thoughts, expel my drowsiness.
Sitting on the back of the bed, I opened my laptop. View the financial progress of the bakery.
Is there a new folder?
Feeling, I have never saved anything with that folder name?!
Curious, I opened a folder with a name
'Qolbii salim li ukhti'.
The perfection of my heart to my sister, more or less so. If it's not wrong.
What it says. I became curious.
This must be Zaidan's work that borrowed my laptop this morning. Ah, there-there's just. my inner
What does it mean ....