Nackal Duda
Course of study

Me and Tari got to the bank to open up the savings for her. Security greeted me with a friendly smile and pressed the menu for customer service and handed me a paper with the number.

I took Tari to sit on the sofa. I'm not a priority bank customer at this bank. I'm a customer at the bank next door who's better served.

Before long my number was called. I told you I was going to set up a new account for my wife. Dari looked down embarrassed as I said the word 'my wife'.

The account creation process did not last long. After getting an ATM card I taught Tari how to transact at an ATM and also installed a mobile banking application on his cellphone.

Dance quickly understood what I was teaching. It is usually easy to learn something. How smart was he in school?

Coming home from the bank, I drove Tari to a cooking course and made cookies. The course is quite crowded and the place is also good.

I registered the name Dance as a member of the course. Tomorrow he will start his course here. Dance took a class of tarts and various breads, if later He wants to take again I send it. Maybe the mixer I bought at the time made him feel like he had to learn more.

"The seat is great, Om! Thanks!" tari said.

"Yes. You welcome. Learn the right way to add to your knowledge. I'll drive you home after that I'll go to the showroom!" I said as I drove the car towards the house.

"Om going to the showroom?"

"Yes. There's an important need. It was in contact by my employees to register our showroom at one of the car sales events. Not bad if you join the event, the buyer is a potential buyer and will definitely increase sales later."

Dari gagging understand. "I dropped in front of the house and didn't come down first."

"Yes, Om!"

After delivering Dance, I went back to the showroom and did my usual activities.

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Utari

Today Om Agas enrolled me for the course. I was determined to learn really. I will prove that Om Agas will not be in vain to finance me.

The next day I was escorted by Om Agas to the course. Om Agas said he could only take me and could not pick up because he had to go to the showroom.

I agree, the home address of Om Agas I have recorded and I will go home to take a taxi for the first time. Tomorrow I'll learn to ride an online motorcycle. I definitely can.

My desire to move forward is getting bigger. Om Agas is very much affordable by me who is only a former employee of the soto shop. If I wasn't smart and could carry myself, I'd end up being a shameful couple in Om Agas' eyes. I don't want that.

Mom used to tell me when we were around, we had to be solid with our partner. If you have a smart partner yes we also have to learn smarter in order to balance his intelligence. Can connect when invited to chat. So our house could be fun.

Dear Mother did not follow her own words and decided to marry the sweet-mouthed Father. My mother was unhappy at the end of her life and suffered from pain. The treasure that Mother had gathered slowly ran out of sight due to her new husband.

I don't want to be like Mom. Om Agas is nackal, so I tried to change it.

I once said that after the household later Om Agas free with his life and free to treat me. I took back my words.

My father-in-law said, I should be able to heal Om Agas from the effects of his painful divorce. Papa asked me to return the good Om Agas after we got married.

I acted decisively too. Prohibit Om Agas from going out at night for fun then I will serve him wholeheartedly.

The outcome? Succeeds. Om Agas did as I asked. To appreciate his efforts I made him the food he liked.

My cooking science is not much. Watching on youtube sometimes with practice is not the same. The dough is less mature or even uneven ripening. That's what makes me sparkle when offered for the course.

Om has not come home at night, then invite Om praying. I started with the morning prayers, lured Om Agas with his passion and succeeded again.

The first time I saw Om Agas praying. His face was shining and looked so solemn. So why did he leave his prayers all this time?

I was introduced to my fellow coursemates, mostly cooking school students who wanted to sharpen their skills. Because of our age, I quickly became familiar with them.

"Hi! Introduce my name Utari. It can be called Dance!" I introduced myself in front of the class.

"Hi Utari!" greet the others.

"I will introduce myself. My name is Adi. I teach this class." said a handsome man who is more suitable as a model than a teacher.

"Dance can join the others." I complied and sat down at the table reserved for me. I have food available on my desk.

"Today we're going to make sponge cake. Basic recipe of making sponge for birthday cake. The recipe is as shown on the paper. You can follow me for the example of making it." said Mr. Adi.

I noticed how Mr. Adi was making and I followed while reading the recipe.

It was so fun today's course. Time passed quickly without realizing today's course was over.

I looked at my sponge cake. The result is good, although not too neat. Today just learn the simple decoration that is important to make the main sponge.

I brought home my studies with a proud smile. I'll show Om Agas that I can.

"Dance hasn't come home yet?" ask Mr. Adi who turns out when near him I just realized that he is very high. I'm quite tall just see it high especially the all-around?

"Yes, Sir. Since then the cab has been full." I answered honestly.

Adi sir looked at the clock on his wrist. "Oh reasonable. Taxi hours must be full because it coincides with the hours of lunch. Usually office employees eat nearby and take a taxi home so it's a bit difficult."

I nodded in understanding. "It's appropriate since the taxi was full, sir?!"

"What area is your home in?" ask Mr. Adi.

"In the xxx area, sir." I replied.

"I happen to be going to a restaurant and. Let me just take it! You can wait for a taxi here until the afternoon. Book online too long."

I doubt. Accept it or not? But I haven't cooked food for Om Agas dinner yet. If not go home now when will it be home?

"Hm... Maybe if you don't bother." I replied shyly.

"Of course not bother! Come please!" Mr. Adi took me in his car. The car is a sedan and silver. I boarded after Mr. Adi opened the door for me.

"Dari previously been a course or new first time?" tanyanya opened a conversation during the trip.

"New first, sir."

"Ah time anyway? But I see the results you are like a professional! Nice and neat, only the technique of decorating it should be noticed again."

"Yes, Sir. I'll try to study again at home."

"Who are you staying with?" ask Mr. Adi again.

"Same.... Om-" I haven't finished talking Mr. Adii has interrupted me.

"I'm turning around in front, right?" ask Mr. Adi.

"Yes." I replied. I don't know if he'll catch my point, let it go. Who I live with isn't his business.

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