Love Coiled Stains
Managers

Arga is so happy to know where I am now. After finishing all his work, he rushed to the town of Terubuk where I was.

Arga looked uneasy waiting in the VIP room. Well in the cafe where I work there is indeed a VIP room where businessmen or service people can conduct meetings and meetings to discuss their work in the room.

"Sorry sir, how can I help you?" Said a waiter coming to see Arga. Because Arga did call him earlier.

"Look, I don't feel good about this food. Try to feel Why is it shaped like? What food is this?" Say it again.

"Sorry sir before that. I ordered spaghetti food. So this is what spaghetti looks like, sir" explained the waiter gently.

"Yes I know. It's just that this regular is not like the spaghetti I usually eat"

"Lo sir, this is what spaghetti usually looks like. The shape, the texture, the sauce and the taste are like this" explained the waiter.

"Son, no, there's nothing lacking in this spaghetti and I'm not satisfied with the taste. So I want to meet your manager right now! Because I want to complain with the food served by this cafe" said Arga compiling his strategy.

"Oh sir, I apologize before. I can't call our manager. What else is a problem like this. Our manager is busy right now, sir. There was some work he had to finish" explained the waiter. He was amazed by Arga's attitude. Because all this time the spaghetti served by the cafe was shaped like that and the taste and texture was just as unchanged. But why did Arga even complain about this spaghetti? Therefore the waiter was still clean and did not want to call me because he felt that everything was fine. It's just that the wrong thing lies with Arga.

"I want to complain to your manager and I want to meet with your manager right now. Because I'm not satisfied with your food. So I beg you please call your manager to come here to meet me right now" His orders again.

"Oh my goodness sir. I'm sorry sir. I can't call my manager sir. Because it's all like this sir. Maybe you are sick at the moment. So his tongue father can not feel our food perfectly" said the waiter. He also felt annoyed with Arga's attitude which he thought was outrageous.

"What's? What do you mean by talking like that? You want to insult me? You think I'm crazy or what?" Arga said he was offended.

"Sorry sir that's not what I meant. I mean maybe the father is not feeling well or the flu or the cold or the fever. So your sense of taste becomes less palatable with these foods. Understandably sir if we are in a state of fever or not feeling well so, all foods that are usually delicious so tasteless because we are sick" explained the waiter again.

"I don't want to hear all the chatter that comes out of your mouth. The only thing I want right now is to meet your manager and complain to him. And I beg of you, I beg you very much. Please call your manager as soon as possible and if this time you still ignore my orders, I will meet your boss who owns this cafe. I'll ask her to get you fired. Since you can't fulfill my wish of wanting to meet the manager you understand?" Threat Arga.

"You don't know who I am?" Arga.

The female servant shook her head. He told the truth that he did not recognize who Arga was.

The waiter looked at Arga with a constant of disbelief and doubt with his words.

"Why are you staring at me like that? You don't believe me? Want me to call Bayu now so he can see firsthand your job as a waitress at this cafe"

"Oh, please don't sir. Have mercy on me sir. If I get fired, my family will eat what sir. I'm the backbone of my family sir" said the waiter who was scared and asked Arga to pity him.

"Then her. If I ask you to call your manager, then you should immediately call your manager don't argue" Arga said.

"Yes sir, Yes I'll call my manager. You wait here I will be back with my manager" said the waiter rushed out of the VIP room and called me to meet with Arga.

"That's dong, from earlier the cake called him. So I don't have to wait too long and have to fight long with you. And I could soon meet the wife I miss the most" Arga said with a happy smile after seeing the waiter come out to call me.

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"Excuse me buk" said the waiter knocking on my door.

"Yes, come in" answered me from the inside. I'm still busy with documents strewn across my desk. Where it's the end of the month and I have to make a financial book at the cafe where I work. So that I can find out if the cafe is getting a profit or loss this month.

"I'm sorry if my presence here interferes with mom's work. But right now there is a waiter who is in VIP room number 2 wants to meet with mom. Because he was not satisfied with the food he ordered" explained the waiter.

"Lack of satisfaction How do you mean?" Ask me not to understand.

"Look, the customer who was in the VIP room number 2 had ordered spaghetti. But he said the spaghetti he ordered it didn't taste right to the spaghetti he had been eating, there was a lack of it and I don't know where it was. Therefore he wants to meet with mother and wants to complain about the food we serve for her earlier" explained the waiter.

"When I have said that the spaghetti in this cafe is like this, just like spaghetti in general the texture, shape, sauce is all the same there is nothing different. It's just that he still insists on saying that this spaghetti tastes different so he wants to complain to mom" added the waiter.

"Oh my goodness, there are people. Yes, I'm going there now. You can continue your work again" I got up from my seat and walked out of my room to meet the customer referred by my servant earlier.

"What the hell is wrong? Though so far spaghetti served by this cafe is nothing different we still still present the same. Even many people who praise the spaghetti in this cafe. Because it tastes good. But why is this a freak? What the hell does he want?" I said confused.