Love is Unbreakable
Unseparated Love 28

That afternoon the sun was so hot, the fan that lit in Naya's room was not enough to make the room feel cool. Naya decides to walk out of her room, but Naya turns off the fan she just turned on.

Naya approached Mother who was sitting in a saung in front of the grandmother's house from her mother, who else if not Fatimah's grandmother. Mother's house and Fatimah's grandmother's house are close to each other, it only takes a few steps, directly to Fatimah's grandmother's house.

Mother who saw Naya walking closer to the saung also asked Naya.

Mother sat behind the body of Fatimah's grandmother. Fatimah's grandmother who again sat also lived every gray hair on her head that was done by Mother.

"Where are you going, Nay??" ask Mommy while her right hand is busy plucking white hair aka gray hair that grows to decorate the head of Fatimah's grandmother, understand the age factor so gray.

For Fatimah's grandmother, gray hair made her head itchy, so Mother plucked white hair that adorned the long hair of Fatimah's grandmother.

"You are here, same mother and grandmother" said Naya when she was sitting on the edge of the saung while swinging her legs swing.

"Aren't you going to work, Nay?" ask Fatimah's grandmother.

"Later, grandma. It's only 1 o'clock" I said while looking for white hair on Fatimah's grandmother's head.

"Where's the apri, Bun?" ask me again.

"Main cars in the house Dimas." replied Mother.

"Your friend Nay, Surya is not playing Nay!!! Where's Nay?" ask Fatimah's grandmother who recently did not see Surya's presence in Naya's house.

"Surya again work, Grandma." answered me as is.

"The money doesn't have to be unplugged, Grandma. The grandma looks more beautiful if there is gray hair, Grandma." said I.

"Not beautiful, grandma is old gini said beautiful" said Fatimah's grandmother.

"Emak used to be pretty. The late baba ajah used to spare the same mother's meleps." said Mother who helped chimed.

"Try ajah Mommy had a photo when grandma was young. So the question is, what's my grandmother's face rich?" I looked up at the clear sky while imagining the face of Fatimah's grandmother.

"Nobody's rich now, Nay. Photos via mobile phone can also be. In the past, the photo of ajah kudu was the same rover who liked to ride a plate that held a camera around his neck" said Mother.

I laughed at her, "Hihihi, yes, yes, Bun."

Then I took the phone in my pants pocket.

"But let the word photo via mobile phone. My phone is still old-school Bun, just the brand No** type 3315." I said while showing my cellphone to Mother.

Mother's right hand stopped from her activity plucking gray hair from the head of Fatimah's grandmother. Mother grabbed the phone I showed Mother.

"But this is also Alhamdulillah Nay, your first phone from dad. This is the phone in buyin dad when you were in school in class 2 Nay" said Mommy while paying attention to the cellphone in the right hand grip.

"Yes, Bun. The phone is full of memories. Inget no bun, the nickname of the mobile charger is from Mother, what is it?" asked Naya while showing a curious face to Mother.

"About, Mommy still wants not a nickname for this cellphone charger?" inner Naya.

"The chicken's milk is a mess, Nay" said Mommy.

Hahaha, Bunda and Naya also laughed amusedly considering the nickname for Naya's mobile phone charger.

Then Mother handed the phone No*** that to Naya. Naya grabs him and keeps him back in his pants pocket.

I stopped my laughter, "When will Bun, Naya be able to buy a phone with a camera?" ask me with a sad face.

Mother also advised Naya while stroking the back of the servant Naya, while giving understanding to her eldest son, "Patience yes, Nay. People are difficult if they want anything, yes, must be sore first. Can't be there right away, unless you have a lot of money, do what you want, you can immediately buy."

"Yes, Bun." I said while showing Mother the sweetest smile.

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Afternoon at the restaurant.

As usual, when entering the prayer time ashar, ka Tika and Bu Rani directly walk to the small mosque in macdonald.

Mr. Aziz, A Clouds and Tohir were behind the smoking area.

While Fifi again prepared the sambal in the bowling stanlis large, Novi again cut the ends of the yellowish leaves.

So focused on the work that is being done, I did not realize if there is someone who is approaching me.

"Excuse me, Ma'am. I want to taro job application, can't ya?" ask a pumuda standing in front of Naya.

I stood up, "Wait a moment. Let me just talk to his supervisor" I said and left the man where he stood.

I immediately walked to approach Mr. Aziz who was behind the smoking place.

"Sir, that's someone coming to work" I said. Standing near the water tap.

Mr. Aziz immediately got up from where he was sitting and walked to approach people who came to apply for jobs at the restaurant.

I also tailed behind Mr. Aziz, but different majors. If Mr. Aziz the goal is to approach the person who came to apply for a job, while I to continue the activities that I was doing, but moved positions.

Mr. Aziz also allows people who apply for jobs to sit at the table at the back near the banyan tree, the table is sacred because it is a favorite place for Pak Pangesta and Bu Leni when visiting the restaurant.

I also went straight to the table

the place I was sitting, and brought all the menu books on the table and a bowl of sambal containing cooking oil and a washcloth that I had been carrying. Hehehe 😅

Because those who come to apply for jobs are men and wear white shirts and long black pants, at that time the man was immediately accepted to work.

The man's name is Danu, he is placed in front of the same as me, Fifi and Novi. The main spear resto said Mr. Aziz mah ya, waitres. Hehe.

On the same day but only a few minutes apart, came a man riding his motorcycle to apply for a job at the restaurant.

At the consideration of Mr. Aziz and Bu Rani, this time the person who applied for the job was placed in the kitchen, he was focused on being able to be in the chicken fillet flour aka carage and squid flour, tempuras.

If again there is no order berstung, then he can help Ipul in other parts. The man's name is none other than Rion, his friend Novi.

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