GRINNED
CHAPTER 2: Developing the Wings

I don't want this step to stop. Not bad, but how else. I already have an appointment.  Her cheerful face now looks gloomy again. With a bow he approached his father, to indulge and find a backrest.

"I forgive her Amma. Ammah is not your mother." My whisper in my heart.

A sweet face with dimples on the cheeks, eye rays, a cheerful smile had taken hold of my thoughts and feelings. There was a sense of compassion that slipped in the recesses of my heart. Why think about it ....

I drive this bike with a stick.  Stopped at the crossroad because of the red light. The shadow of his face flashed again. Dancing leads to peace of mind.

'Mother' those words always ring in the ears. As if to show a deep longing for the figure to look forward to. I don't know why this thought seemed to float in its shadow.

Unbeknownst to me, the lights in the room had changed color. The vehicle behind me honks all. Very noisy. Makes me refocus. I run this bike a little fast. Crossing the road that never deserted.

I didn't feel like I was in front of the bakery. I went in to meet Hani and Silvi who were processing the dough. While Mira and Rani have finished cleaning and arranging the cooked bread on the available shelves.

"Dinda .. was there Leli ma'am here to order a wedding cake. And it'll be taken tomorrow morning at 7."

"OK." I replied briefly because I was in a hurry.

"Hey ... Sinta .. pray for me yes ...!"

"For?"

"Hopefully open a new store again."

"Amale ...." Answer them in unison.

"Oh yeah .. I tipped the store yes ..."

"I want to go."

"Okay .. good luck."

In a hurry, I walked towards the house across the street. The tiny house, full of stories.make me serene in it. Where I take shelter and where I go home. Only the two of us stayed, because both my parents died in a car accident, while heading to Surabaya, about to follow the graduation procession.

Almost 5 years passed. When it happened, I was still in 2nd grade SMKK. The hard memories I forgot. Happy graduation sister, and sad father mother is gone.

For a moment we felt bad. Until finally awakened and re-awakened. My brother applied for a job. Thank God he was accepted to work, in a fairly large company. Shortly thereafter he was appointed as marketing manager.

For the capital of my brother, I opened a small shop to fill free time after graduating SMKK. And also to channel my hidden talents . Gini-gini majoring tata bogalah. Wkwkwk....

Counting practicing knowledge from the father/mother teacher.

Thank God, this bakery can grow rapidly. To be able to add to the income of the house and also additional tuition fees. I still want to continue my higher education.

The work at the store and college takes up a lot of time. Until finally, I invited my two best friends, Silvi and Hani to contribute in raising this cake shop.

Thank God customers are never empty. Even on Sundays or other holidays, it gets crowded.  For those who keep the store we do other people's work. Because Hani and Silvi are also both still in college.

"Assalamu'laikum warohmatullahi wabarokatuh."  Without waiting for an answer I immediately went inside.

"Wa'alaikum hail warohmatullahi wabarokatuh." the voice of the brother from inside who dressed casually but neatly.

"Dinda .. immediately. It's almost too late, Nick."

"Both my brother is patient. So patient until now is still a joblo ..." my god while running. To avoid his anger, if again make a mistake.

After cleaning yourself, immediately wear a bottle green shirt and a veil patterned as color that I have prepared since last night.

"Wah ... sister brother turned out to be pretty too." made myself blush.

"Bah, come!" Continue while walking out. I followed his steps immediately.

Brother took out xenia's car from the garage. The vehicle used to go to the office. This is the only vehicle we have.

"Kok .. brother's friend suddenly invited cooperation."

"Where did he know I could cook?"

"Didn't you make a big brother every day."

"Then?"

"A week ago he tried and liked."

"Oh ...."

Before long, we arrived at a cafe that was quite artistic. Domination of brown color with several pieces of smoothed wood shibetan. Coupled with a small garden decorated with artificial waterfalls that flow inland, fall on small rivers around the joglo as a place to relax while enjoying a meal.

"Din, come on." call brother while patting me on the shoulder. Surprised I was made.

"Yes sister ...." I answered in his quick steps. But unexpectedly, towards the source of the sound that makes this self curious.

"Mother ...," while running towards me. And hugged me spoiled.

I stretched out my hands and hugged them warmly and kissed them on both cheeks. And he replied with joy as if he had not seen each other for a long time. Just a moment ago I left him.

"It's here. Where's dad?" my many.

He just rolled his eyes while pointing at a joglo in the middle of an artificial river. The more natural with the presence of large enough koi fish, swimming around the joglo.

"Mother?" my sister whispered her forehead wrinkled. And it makes me a little misbehaving. Afraid that he would think of his beloved sister. Fortunately from the direction of joglo there was someone who waved a calling.

"Alfath, here!"

"Din, let's go there!"

"There brother?"I was stunned for a moment as big brother stepped in the direction Anya pointed at. Isn't that Anya's father. What's it for here.

"Sister. Why are we there."

"That's boss's sister. Who offered cooperation."

"So that's boss brother?"

"Come on over there. Poor thing he's waiting for."

"You're wearing it late too." I could only glance and smile, responding to big brother's flick.

"Will you continue playing or join the ammah?"

He smiled, revealing his clean white teeth. While playing her curly hair loose. With bando decoration on the head. It looks more funny. Then a little run left us cheerfully. Continue playing .

I don't know why I hesitated to step up. I can't believe the person who invited the cooperation was big brother's boss. And the man who made me dongkol bin sebel in the garden.

"Lho, Dinda is your sister .." she said, letting us both sit down.

"Mother is familiar?" ask brother curious. But only answered with a smile.

"Not yet" he replied lightly.

"Include me Zaidan." said as he reached out to shake hands.

"It's nice to meet you." I said by clenching both palms on the chest without touching it.

It looks awkward for a moment. But then his attitude calmed down.  Seemed to think long.

"I have to call what yes ..."

"Mbak ... mother ... aunt .. ammah .. or mother?" He meant to be polite, but his serious face even looked funny.

"Whatever father." I replied calmly.

"But I'd rather be called mother" I replied no less seriously. Let's draw it that way ....

If there were no brothers, I might have ngakak. Seriously ... Seriously don't think of anything. Dinda is not the time to joke.

What is like this .. if you want to talk business . It's stiff!...

Frankly, I'm not very interested in talking about brother and Mr. Zaidan.

Oh so your name is Zaidan tho .. hemm ....

What matters now is listen and listen. And I already know my position as his chef, in this restaurant. It is not a shop but a restaurant. It's nothing ....

After all, Mr. Zaidan already trusts me to manage the restaurant's kitchen. It will certainly be strong menu-menu delicious and inviting taste. And growing bigger. That sich is my hidden hope. Hopefully yes ... aamiin.

"We're working together. I provided the place and the capital. Bu dinda and mas Alfath manage it."

"Deal sir. Don't worry, hopefully this restaurant can grow." Answer my brother while welcoming Mr. Zaidan's hand. Signs of cooperation.

"How is Dinda's mother, willing?!"

"God willing I will try."