Marsha, Bara's
Bara Order Cake

The clock still shows at 6 a.m. However, Marsha was already urged to deliver the order.

"Quick, Son. Take this cake to the address of the Orange," Mira said.

"That's the address of luxury housing. Who ordered your cake?"

"The man who once bought our bike" replied Mira.

"Mara?"

"Oh, so his name is Bara. Mama just remembered," explained Mira.

"Yes, I'll take you. Where's papa, Ma?"

"Papa can't accompany you" said Candra from the kitchen.

"Why?" Marsha's face looked pouted.

"Papa there are many jobs later at nine o'clock there are prospective buyers coming," replied Candra.

"Well, I'll take a shower, Ma!" Marsha goes to the room and prepares to deliver the cake.

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At 7am, Marsha arrived at Bara's residence. He looked to the right and left looking for something. "Here it seems!" he rang the bell.

A male servant came out from inside the house, opened the fence slightly, "Who's looking?"

"Master Bara."

"You're not wrong, looking for the Bara Master?" He saw Marsha's appearance.

"I'm here to deliver the order cake" he replied.

"Since when did Mr Bara order a cake by himself, usually Mrs Laras?" the inner man's servant asked.

"Can I meet him?" Marsha broke the man's servant's daydream.

"Master Bara is gone" he replied.

"Then I leave this cake to you, "" he offers two boxes of medium containers.

The man's servant accepted it. "Whose name are you?"

"I'm Marsha."

"Later I will tell Mr. Bara," he said.

Marsha thanked him, after which he passed.

The male servant went inside, "Mistress, there was a young woman delivering Mr. Bara's cake!" thrusting container.

"Kue? Not usually," Barrel receives the container.

"I'm surprised too, ma'am!"

"Yes, you can go!"

"Excuse me, Madam!" the butler of the man left.

Baras began to taste the cakes ordered by his son, he ate one by one of the 5 types of cakes that exist. "What a son!" he smiles.

Laras then took his cell phone to call his son.

"Hello, Ma!" greet from the end of the phone.

"Hello, Son. Where did you buy this cake?"

"Kue?"

"Oh, that's the message."

"The cake is so good, Mama likes it."

"It's good that Mama likes it."

"This is for Mama, yes!"

"Will Mama finish it all?"

"Not really, want Mama to share with other servants," he replied.

"Whatever, Mama only. I'm working again, Ma."

"Yes, son." Mira hangs up the phone and enjoys the cake again.

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A few days later, Bara returns to Marsha's parents' house after the woman goes to work.

"Jiang, Bi!" sapana.

"Eh, Mr. Bara. Come on in, want another cookie?" Mira smiles.

"Yes, Bi. Mama was very happy with Auntie's cake" Bara replied smilingly.

"Thank God," Mira smiled in relief. "What message do you want?" ask again.

"One hundred, Bi."

"All right, Auntie's gonna make it. What day is this?"

"Tomorrow in the morning, deliver it again!" answer Bara.

"Alright, tomorrow Bibi will have Marsha deliver it" Mira said.

"Uncle where?"

"There's a back, Auntie's calling for it, for a moment" Mira stood up and looked for her husband.

Soon he and Candra appeared near Bara on the porch of the house.

"Sir!" greet Candra.

"Siang, Uncle. I came here in addition to ordering cake, want to buy another motorbike," said Bara.

"Well, really?" Candra smiled happily as well as Mira.

"I ordered two motor units" Bara said.

"There, Sir. When will it be taken?" Candra was so enthusiastic.

"Today," answered Bara.

"I'll just get the files ready," Candra stood up.

"There's no hurry, Uncle. Sit down first" Bara said kindly.

Candra sat down next to her wife.

"I want to ask you guys something?"

"Ask what, sir?" Mira asked.

"Does your daughter have a boyfriend or a future husband?" ask Bara.

Candra and Mira looked at each other.