Nackal Duda
Learning To Be Better Again

Gnats

It turns out that Tari's cafe is not open until night. Before the adzan maghrib, all food was sold out. In fact, the promo is just buying free coffee donuts. But, precisely the sale of typical cuisine menu Dance all sells without remainder.

The staff and dance smiled with satisfaction. They pray that today's success will last forever. Not only at the opening, the next days will also always be crowded.

Dari has ordered food raw materials for tomorrow. I have previously contacted my friends who work in the food supply section and I also come to many traditional markets to work with small traders.

The goal is clear, advancing small businesses. The small traders are usually very happy if there is a cafe that asks to be supplied by them. In addition to more stable sales, the supply to the cafe is usually controlled by sellers in large parties. In fact, if a small seller is given the opportunity will definitely do the best thing. That's what I put into Dance. Therefore, for the problem of raw material stock, every morning they will come and stock the necessary raw materials. Raw materials are safe.

Although tired all day working, Tari looks very happy. When adzan maghrib we have arrived home with a satisfied heart because the cafe sells hard today.

"Hopefully tomorrow and so on our cafe will be rame yes, Bi. If the kayak is my ambition to make a cafe next to each showroom you will become a reality" said Tari with eyes sparkling with hope.

"Aamiinu. Have you taken your medication yet? Vitamins do not forget. Pregnant milk is also drunk. Do not let because you are too excited to run the cafe, you until you ignore our child. Remember yes, you are enough to be a watchdog at the cafe. All employees are taking care of it. Yes, at most you only make mushroom chicken stir-fry and secret recipes. Others leave it to our employees. They are the ones who realize that they are given a chance and they will definitely keep the message we have given." My talk is long.

"Yes, Bi!" we finally got home. After bathing and performing the congregational maghrib prayer, we teach while waiting for the prayer adhan isya reverberate. The voice of the Quran began to be heard in my house which was only the sound of music from DJs. I did not expect, now even I have started to teach besides performing the five prayers.

The words that Papa and Mama said were true, I chose to be called as Abi with the aim of looking cool but I also have a responsibility. I have to teach good religion to my children. So I started by teaching. Later the plan, I will also make a study event at home and also at the cafe. As a salutation over the opening of our new Cafe and the salutation over the pregnancy of Tari.

Papa and Mama can't linger in Jakarta. After arriving at the opening of the cafe, they immediately went home. Me and Tari who are busy with a lot of visitors can only say goodbye for a while. Mama promised to come again when Papa's business is done.

I fell asleep from exhaustion. Capek turned out to take care of the cafe that was just pioneering. Different from showroom. Selling cars is not as often as selling food as in a cafe.

The dance was awakened before dawn. Already prepared chicken mushrooms and chicken broth for his team's sweet-selling rice menu.

He also made blackforest cakes and other tarts. I got my head rolling looking at it. So dilty! Usually pregnant women like morning sickness eh this child is even diligent in preparing this it.

"That's the first time we woke up!" I said that I immediately wrapped my hand around her waist. I breathed in her scent which always made me addicted and comfortable.

"Yes, Bi. I have to make a team rice menu. Yesterday it ran out because I didn't do much. Today I made more portions. Can be put in the freezer later and if you want to use the mushrooms just sauteed for a while."

I saw a frying pan full of soy sauce chickens. Mushrooms have not been inserted to make it more durable. Smart as well!

"Remember, don't get tired!" my message for the umpteenth time.

"Yes, it's adzan. I also want to pray at dawn. While baking the cake I made."

"OKAY. Abi wait in the room! Abi's gonna take a shower!" I went to the room and took a shower. As usual, Dari had already prepared clothes for me. In the past, after prayer I must have slept again. Not anymore. I'm shy.

Dance is tired of struggling in the kitchen to cook uh I'm good at sleeping. So, after the dawn prayer I helped with whatever I could do. On Sunday, I went to the showroom.

"So please put the cake in a small plastic!" dance Pinta.

I took a small plastic bag and put in the cake that he had cut. A tape cake whose fragrance made me want to taste his homemade cake. Must be delicious.

I smile. She understands me once. "Thank you Mommy Dance!"

Dance returned my smile. "Can Abi ah! I want to put everything in a plastic container first, Bi. Later in the cafe can be tidied up again!"

"okay!"

I put one cake at a time carefully. Plastic cake is funny. Those who buy will love it.

Blackforest cake is not put in plastic. The plan will be displayed in the storefront. Can be sold per slice.

Preparation to make the cake is in order, then put everything in the car. I put it carefully so that the cake made by Tari is not destroyed. Dance chose to take her blackforest cake.

"Later if it sells, I'll make the cake again at the cafe. It's to save time while I'm at home" Tari explained.

"Don't forget the fitting vegetables and other ingredients come checked first. True or not the amount sent new receipt on his invoice. Don't sign it!"

"Yes, Bi. I'm looking forward to my employees!"

We also arrived at the cafe. This time there are employees who come and immediately clean up before the cafe opens.

"Have you cooked rice yet? Don't forget to boil the eggs and then split 2!" dance orders on its employees.

"Udah, Mom. It's cooked again. Eggs are also boiled again just wait to dieg aja." replied the chef who served in the kitchen.

"Honey, where's the cake?" I asked while carrying a cake that I had put plastic in.

"Let me clean it up!" Dari also displayed his homemade cake in front of the cashier and in the storefront. It sure looks pretty and interesting.

"What can I do for you again?" my many.

"Later if there is a visitor, Abi layanin yes! I'm gonna make some cake first. There's less etiquette!"

I also make cakes in the kitchen. There are in charge of weeding vegetables and various seafood. Dance just make the cake.

Since it was not yet open time for the cafe, I decided to pay attention to it making cakes. It makes risol. Chicken and potatoes. Then make a pastel with the same stuffing with risol.

"You learned this too in the course?" my many.

"No, Bi. This is a recipe made by my mother. Dance wants to introduce the recipe made by Mother to everyone. Intentionally Dance add chicken milk and sausage to look to adjust the cafe. Dance will not sell expensive." Dance gave me a ripe risol. "Try it!"

"Sell expensive! It's real delicious!" praise me after spending a risol. "Later if there's still left for me!"

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