My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 82. Pants Missing (2)
The tanned black-haired man was busy chopping up vegetables as instructed by a chef leading the way. He collected all the vegetables in one container according to the type of vegetables, then he gave it to another chef who was in charge of cooking the menu that day.
A new order list came again plastered on an LCD screen in front of their desk. Just finished, another new job has returned. His nimble hands are now peeling and chopping onions and spices for Asian-style restaurant menus.
“Be aware of the materials you are working on!” shouted a head chef.
“Do not let there be the slightest mistake!” he said it to his team again.
This is not the first time Arsene has acted as a kitchen hand at a Halal Asian Cuisine restaurant in Sydney. This is his fourth month working in a restaurant owned by a Chinese Muslim who is also his own instructor at the cooking academy he has been following.
Forced Arsene to work as a kitchen hand to increase his income in the country kangaroo. Although he remains focused on learning to be a pastry chef, his skills in the field of cuisine also want him to develop. The beginning of the semester at the academy is still broad in scope. He learned cooking techniques in the field of cuisine and pastry at once. Fortunately, Mr. Stephen Fang, put Arsene directly in his restaurant, even though it was only a kitchen hand, he said, or a profession that is often considered the bottom level at restaurants to help chefs prepare a menu of dishes that will be served to consumers.
Arsene never cared about what his profession was, he worked comfortably, let alone many of his fellow students working in this place. Working in a crowded restaurant is a challenge. Weekends never stop unless the restaurant is closed. His work day is indeed on every weekend, when the academy is off.
Arsene put all the onion pox in a container. His eyes water with pain. He rubbed it with a shirt on his arm. But the work is not finished. He still had to slice the peppers to make teriyaki menu, the most ordered menu by customers.
“Paprika fast!” yelled a chef.
Arsene sped up his work and gave the material away after it was finished. About 15 minutes away the resto closes, but orders still keep coming in. Arsene cleaned the kitchen table and threw it in the trash. Now that the work of preparing the menu is done, it's time to clean the kitchen. Collecting dirty equipment and giving it to the dishwashers. The floor that is scattered because of peeled vegetable or spice skin that is scattered swept and cleaned tenaciously.
The restaurant closed completely this time. The head chef thanked the team for the performance in his kitchen because the customers had already got their orders all in time. Arsene was still busy sweeping the floor when Mr. Fang approached her.
“Hey, young man!”
Arsene turned his head and confronted himself in front of the middle-aged man who was the same age as his uncle.
“Yes Chef?!”
“So far your work is good. I am always satisfied to see your quick and agile work. Miss Wang has been transferring your salary for a month. There is also a bonus for you.”
Arsene's eyes sparkled with a radiant smile.
“Thank you very much, Chef Fang!” he said while bowing his body.
“Sama-sama. You have the skills to cuisine, do you not want to major in it next semester?”
“I still consider well, Chef!”
“Yes you are right, you still have plenty of time to consider this. Continue your work!” chef Fang said.
“Yes, Chef!”
Arsene continued his work to clean the kitchen floor. With a beaming smile, his heart felt happy because the ticket money for his wife had been collected.
The room is narrow with an area of 3x3 meters it looks dark. Arsene turned on the lights of his dorm room. He had just returned home after finishing his part-time job at the Asian Cuisine restaurant. His face looks tired, his body feels crumpled because today the visitors of the restaurant is too crowded even he can only rest for a moment when lunch and prayer only. The man whose hair is now longer than the last time he left Indonesia, laid his body on a single-sized mattress.
But he immediately went back to moving, he had to immediately clean his body that smelled various kinds of unpleasant odors. The man rushed to the bathroom.
The phone rang briefly, a notification coming when Arsene just came out of the bathroom in her room. Drying her hair, she opened her cell phone. An email just came in on the joint account belonging to him and his wife. The man smiled. Arsene rushes in her full outfit and opens her laptop and starts typing letters in her email.
Assalamu’alaikum Mr. My daughter
Today I was really busy. Customers continue to come by like trains that have hundreds of carriages. They don't stop eating food. My eyes cry every day because of onions and my hands are hot because of chillies. But I'm happy because today I'm paying. Moreover, Chef Fang was able to praise me plus bonus love. Alhamdulillah seneng really because the ticket money for you here has been collected. But I'm going to recount, hopefully not wrong.
Do you want to come straight here? So we can save more money if I don't go back to Indonesia. I have two more weeks off! When is your final exam? I can't wait to pinch your chubby cheeks. Haha.
Very kangeeeen you, Zaara Sayaaaang!
Love you always :*
Wassalamu’alaikum,
Your only prince, Arsene
Arsene read a letter from his wife. Then make a video call after finishing reading the letter as usual all this time, although in fact fatigue is engulfing his body.
“Assalamu’alaikum," she smiled in front of the screen.
“Wa’alaikumsalam,” Zaara smiles radiantly staring at the tired face of her husband.
“My letter has been read?” arsene asked in front of his phone screen while looking at his wife's fresh face.
“Udah, Darling!” reply Zaara smiled.
“What do you think, my question was?” ask Arsene.
“You sure you didn't come back here? Mommy Daddy is so heavy!” said Zaara.
“Honey the money, mending you just directly here. I don't want to ask for extra money with Daddy." Arsene is very calculated related to expenditure.
“Abang darling, dreadin first! Mommy and Daddy bought me a ticket to Sydney, just got word!” Zaara.
“Totally?!” asked Arsene not to believe it.
“When is it?”
“Early January!”
“Emang you have a holiday?”
“Udah!”
Arsene seemed to sparkle in disbelief that his parents had bought a round-trip ticket for his wife. Although he still regretted the money from his hard work so far if used to return to Indonesia. He thought it would be better to stay saved for something else.
“So how, want to go home?” zaara asked, hoping that she would be able to meet her husband sooner.
“I think again later yes, Zaara Darling!”
Zaara seemed to harbor her disappointment.
“We'll see you, baby! But I have to rethink going to Indonesia. I feel the money I get from hard work I can be more effective for other things in the future.”
Zaara's expression has not changed, still looks gurat kejewanya wrapped in longing. The girl wanted to meet quickly.
“Zaara Sayaaaang?! Hello, are you okay?!” greet Arsene kindly tried to seduce the girl.
“Iya, it's up to you!” he answered briefly with his cold face.
“What matters is you and I met. I'll thank Mommy & Daddy, but I think they can understand that I'm not going back to Indonesia.”
“Zaara Iaaang, be patient soon huh? You can right?!” persuade Arsene.
Zaara closed her eyes, then nodded.
“That’s my only princess. Later I transfer money for you so you can buy a beautiful dress and dress to meet me.”
“Do not love, money last month is still durable. The clothes and gowns are still not made,” Zaara.
“Yes already, later brought! We'll see you in a month, okay?!”
Zaara nodded with a big smile.
"Your face is very sapped, let's take a break, baby!" zaara said this time his fears doubled.
"If you look at your face, my cape says! Moreover, look at your cheeks that are more turbulent it feels like you want to pinch your teeth!"
"Yetoooo!" Zaara shouted, then shut her mouth because she was worried that she would make her house noisier.
Arsene just giggled across there.
"Well, did I rest first? We met in a dream!" arsene said, then seemed to yawn and close his mouth.
Zaara just smiled.
"I love you!" said Zaara.
"I love you more, more, and more!" reply Arsene with my sleepy eyes.
Zaara liked him a lot, when Arsene returned the expression. They say good-bye and greet each other, closing the meeting on a warm night with high hopes for a quick reunion. Now time feels closer.
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