Nackal Duda
The Opening of the Cafe

Gnats

We didn't stay at Mama and Papa's house. Although only two days, but enough to make Tari look more fresh and release the stress.

Mom was so heavy taking us home. The presence of Dance has made him feel happy to be visited by his favorite daughter-in-law.

Mama felt like she had a friend confiding, knowing I was her only son. Since long ago Mama wanted to have a daughter who can be invited to cook together, to the market, to chat from heart to heart. Now Mama has it in her Dance.

Mama and Papa drove us home to the airport. Do not forget to equip us with a lot of snacks and pecel seasoning that He made himself.

"When you get to Jakarta, send a message to Papa!" papa's message to me.

"Yes, Pa."

"Don't make dancing cry again! Dance again pregnant, if cravings participate as long as it is still able to. Take care of your wife and future children. Don't be naughty anymore, remember yesterday's problem for your lesson. Still good to be found in the world. What if I reply in the afterlife?" mama's talk is long.

"Yes, Ma."

"Don't do it! Behavioural!" nagel Mom.

"Yes, Mama. Agas will do it. Mama is calm. Agas will take good care of our wives and future children." I promise.

We also told Mama and Papa. Dance looks sad to have to part with Mama. What power, we also have to fight in Jakarta. There is a cafe that we have to start again promotion from the beginning.

On the plane, Tari was fast asleep. Since morning he has been awake and helping Mama in the kitchen. He also helped out in a small factory owned by Mama. Very excited He lived his day naturally if now He sleepy. Let it. Fill the energy first.

When I got home, I ordered food online. Poor Dance, she's exhausted and I don't want to tell her to cook. It's easier to order food and just eat.

Dance took the dirty clothes out of the suitcase and put them in the laundry. I have not allowed her to wash clothes since she became pregnant. Let everything be done by Madam Inah. He should rest more.

"Just rest, baby!" I took Tari and invited her to sit in the living room. "You must be tired. Homework problems, you do not have to think about. You are pregnant, you must maintain the condition of the body not to fatigue. In a moment, the food I ordered will come. You are patient. I'm hungry too."

"Yes Bi."

Before long my food order came and we devoured it. After eating and bathing, Tari and I discussed the concept of marketing cafe that we will do on Saturday.

A plan we have carefully arranged. Preparations have been made and there is only execution. Tomorrow, my employees will start handing out flyers to motorcyclists and cars as well as pedestrians. In the brochure, there are coupons that contain food discounts and there is also a lottery that prizes 3 mobile phones.

Take the day we have been waiting for. All of our preparations are mature, the decorations have been made more interesting than before. Promotion has also been done massively. Now it's time to welcome customers back to Tari's cafe.

Dance was busy in the kitchen with her employees. Making a lot of food stock because I convinced him that if we sell, we must be sure of the goods we sell. We must be sure, the goods we sell will be sold and liked by the buyer. That is called confidence in trading.

Dari asked me, "If not how, Bi?"

"You don't have to think. The sustenance of God's love, our duty is to seek and pray. Let God determine our gain or loss. Do not give precedence to the will of God. Whatever happens is best for us. If it is fortunate. If we lose, we are alms that you have made to a society in need. There is no loss at all. Both of us are lucky." apparently my words made the spirit of Dance come back.

The optimistic smile on his face was back. She was also excited to cook in the kitchen. We are ready to welcome visitors.

Dance did not look as worried as before. He looks calm and just like me, occasionally reading prayers so that today our Cafe is crowded.

An hour later, they started coming one by one. At first, only a student was making an appointment with his friend. He brought a brochure containing promos that had been shared by our previous employees. He also chose an outdoor seat and enjoyed coffee and snacks while waiting for his friend.

10 Minutes later came his friend, not just one but 5 people. Which means, there are already 6 visitors who came.

The students chatted and all ordered food at Tari's cafe. At first it was just iced coffee and snacks. But one proposed to order a menu that was discounted, namely rice team. Then, start the rice made by Tari to arouse the taste of the six people. As a result, team rice, coffee, and snacks sold in a short time.

The smile on Dance's face began to expand. His self-confidence that had been lost, now began to arise. He believes that today the promotion we did will succeed.

Although, who arrived only one or two more people after the first student, Tari and his employees remained enthusiastic. At least, the cafe is starting to look alive.

Half an hour before lunch, we were surprised by the arrival of many people at the cafe owned by Tari. Apparently, they were Cici's friends. As promised, Cici took his friends to the cafe owned by Tari. Cafe that was quiet, began to crowded as before. Employees are busy back and forth delivering food and menus, Dance is also busy in the kitchen helping the chef cook.

I'm back to being an impromptu waitress. Quickly take the menu and ask visitors who come want what message.

"Are you ready to order?" ask me kindly.

"Who am I, my. Ready it!" replied the student wearing a checkered shirt.

"I'm ready, too, Om!" a student wearing a white shirt.

"Order what Om? Reception place?" replied The student who wears a black dress.

Only then did I realize that I was being mengombalinan student child. It turns out my charm has not worn off. It turns out that negligee and scabbard didn't make me lose charisma. I still have a charm that wipes women out.

"God! That guy's husband!" cici's nagging at her friends.

I smiled kindly to all my fans. In the past, fans had to be maintained. Now the hell... smilein' say!

"What are we doing, Ci? We'll answer Om's question!" a female student wearing a black dress.

"Ah your mode! What message do you want?!" nagel Cici's.

"Pesen the Om can? Bring it home if possible now also ha.ha.ha.." The white shirt student is getting more aggressive.

"Hush! There's bin! Recalcitrant!" nagging Cici again. "I am the perfect one!" threaten her.

"Don't! You know what our taste is like?!" protest student dress checkered.

"Jude, spiel!" finally after Cici nagged, the coeds ordered as well.

I brought the menu inside, but when I turned around I saw Dari looking at me sharply. His hands were folded on his chest and his lips were swept away. Die me...

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