My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 91. Voices
Sweet Recipes stores are always crowded on weekends. Customers enter and exit alternately after selecting and purchasing the desired patisserie. The tables inside are also full for people who choose to relax and chat with relatives while enjoying soft sweet pastries. Alice assisted Fea in trying to serve the busy customers from behind the storefront.
“Ar, muffin hunt exhausted!” alice shouted from behind the kitchen door.
“Oven open!” yelled Ardan, vanilla and raisins smelled from there. Muffin.
Rio picked up the pan containing those muffins and immediately cooled it down for a bit. Before long, the muffins were presented in a storefront that was immediately hunted by customers who had been eyeing him. Enjoy it when the cake is warm, it feels more delicious. A chef has grown by one, but still they are overwhelmed by the incoming demand. Even though this morning Arsene had coordinated through a video call so that they increased the number of cake menus that demand a lot. If left unchecked, the cakes can still be sold for tomorrow because the expiration date for the cake can last for 3-5 days.
Alice approached Ardan, who had finished work after the store closed that night. He wants to immediately give an answer to the question of the man who has long hair and solve everything as soon as possible. Fea waited to get her home. The girl played her phone while laughing happily.
“So where is Alice going?” ask Fea to see Alice walking to the front of the store followed by Ardan.
“Wait, just a minute!” answer Alice.
“OK deh!”
Ardan followed the tall lady to the front of the shop nervously stalling her. He did not expect more of Alice's answer, so his heart was ready.
“Gue to ask first!” said Alice folding her hands in front of her chest as they arrived at the parking lot.
Dark skies overshadowed the two, accompanied by the boisterous sounds of vehicles passing by on the highway.
“What makes you like me?” alice asked looking at Ardan who was down.
“Hm... I like it because you are firm and have something that I do not have,” said Ardan slowly.
Alice sighed. He expected it.
“Still, Ar! I appreciate your feelings. But sorry, for now it looks like I have not been able to accept lo!” reveal Alice straight to the point, making Ardan pull his jaw muscles.
“Okay, Al! I also appreciate your answer!”
“Sip, no need to be a burden. Working as usual, deal?!”
Ardan smiled slightly, then went back inside. His face was disappointed.
“Yuk home, Fe!” take Alice.
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A hijab-wearing girl is seen walking on the sidewalk next to Blaxland Road, Sydney. While holding his sling bag, his steps were so light as to enjoy the different atmosphere in the land of people. The sky above was so blue accompanied by the sparkle of the sun that was almost at its peak. The leaves of the tree dance to the rhythm of the wind.
Zaara walked towards a restaurant not far from the dormitory where Arsene had been living for six months. On Saturday, her husband worked at a restaurant owned by her academy. Zaara had requested that the man allow her to visit the restaurant for lunch. Arsene agreed, although he hesitated to meet him there because he would be in the kitchen all day to prepare a dessert menu for customers.
The restaurant building that stands on the side of the road is classic style with red bricks dominating. The fine dining concept restaurant was deliberately established by the academy to test their students face to face with consumers, so that what has been learned can be tested. Although the concept of the restaurant is fine dining, where consumers will be served with luxury and classy food presentation, but because the ones serving are beginner chefs, so the price is quite affordable for the lower middle class. If you want to feel the luxury food at affordable prices, usually many of the public visit this restaurant on weekends.
Zaara, wearing a beige robe, was seen walking into the restaurant where her husband worked. He did not tell Arsene the hour of his arrival, for surely the man would be busy in the kitchen to prepare the dessert menus of the customers. His arrival was greeted by a male servant wearing a black vest and a white shirt, who immediately asked if he had made a reservation or not. Fortunately, Zaara had already made a reservation beforehand.
The waiter delivered her to a small table with two chairs, and gave her a menu book. This restaurant is satisfied as closely as possible with high-end restaurants, so customers will be able to feel the atmosphere of elegance and luxury. Moreover, the menu presented that day is also used to be the mainstay menu in luxury restaurants.
Zaara immediately ordered the appetizer, main course, and dessert menu as well as in accordance with the recommendations on that day.
“Excuse me, may I know where the toilet is?” he asked politely to a servant who served him.
“Let me take you, Young Miss!” said the man who from appearance, his age is not much different from his.
The man ushered in a room located near a staircase, bordering another room inscribed only to the clerks and chefs who could enter it. While hoping to find her husband there, she goes into a female-only toilet. Before long he came out, a girl dressed majestically accidentally bumped into him.
“Ah is okay!” zaara smiled.
Zaara returned to her desk still continuing to drive towards the door of the staff room. After only half a day of not meeting her husband, her heart had already missed her.
A new waiter serves him a menu that has been ordered, the opening menu is Creamy Scallops with Fettuccine. Pan Seared Salmon with Garlic Lemon Butter Sauce and Arugula Salad. The dessert menu is Almond Panna Cotta with Blueberry Sauce. The menu came one by one.
Looking at the sumptuous dish in front of him, Zaara stared in astonishment. Can he afford to spend this fancy menu? He's not sure, but he has to try. This was his first experience. Zaara began to eat a menu that looks beautiful in terms of arrangement. For the actual taste of the tongue is not suitable, because it is used to consume local cuisine typical of Indonesia. But she recalled that when her husband last week prepared a beef steak menu for her, it was really delicious for her tongue.
This dessert somehow Zaara is very sure panna cotta with blueberry sauce is made by her husband. She memorized very well with the dessert made by her husband, I don't know what makes his taste special. But his tongue recognized him.
Zaara's done there. She did not meet her husband that afternoon. His heart was a little disappointed. The girl walked around the courtyard surrounding the restaurant building, momentarily breathing fresh air during the day under the lush elm and cypress trees. I don't know when he will visit this city again, he just wants to enjoy it now alone. A gentle gust of wind blew away the tip of his hijab. There were laughter coming from behind and conversations in English that he could catch and understand.
“Hey, why are you only making panna cotta today?” ask a voice, a girl.
“My cotta panna is different, I purposely made it with almond milk. That's what makes it special.” That voice, Zaara knew him very clearly.
“Yes yes, I know! I tasted it earlier, and it was amazing with your blueberry sauce!” the girl's voice was heard praising him.
Suddenly Zaara was curious. Zaara deliberately moved to be able to capture the conversation more clearly. He knew he was wrong for eavesdropping on someone else's conversation. It was just that his heart kept pushing.
“I have my own impressions for blueberries,” said the maker of panna cotta.
“Ah must be your favorite fruit since childhood huh?” guess the girl.
“Not, a special person loves that fruit!”
“Hey you two! Are you guys dating?! I see you guys together often!” ask a male voice that seems to have just joined the other two voices.
“Ah... don't talk like that! I'm so flattered!” the voice of the girl sounded while laughing.
“As if you guys fit together like that. Your kitchen will live on!” said the man who had just arrived.
“Already, stop! We have to work back!” said the voice of the panna cotta maker.
“Hey, don't switch the conversation! Fiona likes you, doesn't she?! Don't try to deny!”
Over time, their voices sounded faint and disappeared like they were swallowed by the earth, although there was a sound of laughter from them before.
DEG. Zaara's heart was getting worse, he peeked out from behind the wall. Did the voice really belong to her husband? But Zaara found no one there. It seems they've gone back into the building.
Zaara pulled out her phone, and typed something in her instant messaging app.
[I want a way out]
She sent the message to her husband's number. He waited a moment, but there was no reply. It had been a few minutes, but there was still no reply. Zaara sighed and left from there. Where not.
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Where is Neng Zaara?
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