Nackal Duda
Resembled

Utari

Today's lesson is to make brownies. A cake that is loved by all. Bantet cake but rich in chocolate taste, making chocolate lovers will love it.

The challenge in making brownies is how to make the top layer shinny crush. Looks glowing like famous brownies in the city of Bandung.

Mr. Adi teaches his tips and tricks. Different oven, different also how to make it. I kept watching during the course. The brownies plan is a mandatory menu that I will provide in my cafe later.

"Brownies cake is widely liked by various groups. If you want effort, then brownies are the right choice. Brownie cake batter can also be made pastries. It can also be made cake on top of which is added whipped cream, or we call it cake in jar." as explained by Mr. Adi.

I wrote it in my notebook. Cake in jar. Okay. I'll be executed tonight.

I came home with my brownie cake that I hung on the bike. I smile at the face of Om Agas who is very happy every time I bring my cake.

"Will you go home now?" ask Mr. Adi. I always come home later, because I sometimes still record tips and tricks that Mr. Adi said. So, before I forget then I write first all the tips and tricks in my notebook.

"Yes, Sir. Adi sir wants to go home now?" I said chit-chat. Not good, Mr. Adi is friendly. The hell time I stayed away from him and even acted jutek? Between us there is no relationship. Only teachers and students.

"Yes. It just so happens that I was invited today to attend the inauguration of one of my friend's cafes."

Hearing the word 'cafe' made me immediately remember my business plan and Om Agas. "The cafe? Belongs to his friend Mr Adi? May you know sir, what kind of cafe concept is it? Then, the crowded cafe today is like how? Maybe, Pak Adi can share information because Pak Adi has a lot of experience in the culinary world. I became curious and wanted to know what the development of the cafe is now like."

"Hm... The cafe is now more into the young kawula huh. Usually, my friends make it a cafe as well as a place to hang out. Just provide coffee and snacks. In my opinion, cafe kayak does not last long. Sometimes, young people like to move to other cafes that are newer or more there is a plus, for example, the place is cool for photo spots or WiFinya so fast. The rest, the seasons. If you want a good cafe it is a cafe that can be favored by all parties."

No, Mr. Adi is experienced in the culinary field. This science I have to learn so that later I can apply it in my new cafe.

I've been given capital by Om Agas, if until the cafe that I make it is not sold and quiet, I feel like I've wasted the opportunity that Om Agas has given me.

"May you know sir, what kind of cafe all those parties like? Sorry sir, Dance asked too many questions. Understandably, Dance knowledge is very minimal. Dance is not good at hanging out like other children of the same age. Dance is just a lot to learn from YouTube, Instagram or Google. If Tari can get knowledge from Pak Adi, Tari will be very happy."

Mr. Adi smiled hearing my words. "Oh, I'm actually happy with people who want to learn like you dance. You seem so interested in every science that I convey compared to other children. It made me feel very appreciated as a teacher. You even noted down every tip and trick I gave you. That's why you've always been home lately, right?" I nodded in order to justify every word Adi sir.

"I find it difficult to explain how the cafe is favored by the community today. Coincidentally today I will go to a cafe for young kawula. If the cafe that I think is favored by many people, I think I was invited on Saturday tomorrow. You wanna come along? I do not mean, if you want to come you can ask permission first with your husband." take Mr. Adi.

"Hm... Saturday tomorrow, sir? Tari will ask first with Om Agas. If Om Agas agrees, Tari will inform Pak Adi. However, if Om Agas wants to participate how will sir? Sometimes, Om Agas like not ngijinin Tari go alone. It's nothing, that dance doesn't dare to go far sir. And if you pick up, fear Om Agas will misunderstand. Not good with the neighbor Dance, fear of slander sir."

"Good, Sir. Dance will be reported to the Father. Thank you very much sir for your help. Dancing home first, Assalamualaikum!"

"Glamma!"

I then drove my motorcycle at the speed of heading to Om Agas' house. I enjoy the air in this hot day. The air is cool because the sun hides behind the clouds timidly.

I got to the front of the house and put my motorcycle in the garage. My front neighbors are crowded. There were several cars parked in front of Tara's house.

I saw a mother who was crying while hitting Mbak Tara slowly. Apparently, it was her birth mother, Tara. Their faces are so similar. Doesn't Mama think Tara's mother has been kicked out of her home? Has Tara finally made up with her family?

Unknowingly, I stood up and was stunned to see the scene in front of me. Although angry and hit Mbak Tara, but Mbak Tara lucky still have parents who love him. Tara's mom realized what I was doing. He looked towards me. Then, he seemed shocked. She wiped her tears and walked over to me.

Ma'am Tara seems a little strange about what her mother did. I was confused as to what to do, I decided to go inside the house. However, I stopped when I was called. "Wait on! Don't go in!" her mother said Tara. I fell silent and turned around.

I kept quiet and waited for what her mother Tara said. Turns out, Mama Tara smiled kindly at me. I thought, He will scold me because I am now his wife Om Agas.

"Are you Agas' wife?" ask Tara's mother.

I nodded and could only say "Yes."

Tara's mother then touched my face. "You are so beautiful! Where are your parents? Why do you remind me of someone?"

"Both of my parents are dead. Why is it, Mom?" I thought my face would be slapped, but I was touched with affection. I remember the touch of a loving Mother before she breathed her last in the world.

"You remind me of my mother's face, when I was young. Beautiful the same, looks ayu and beautiful. You want to see the picture? Wait a minute, I'll get it!"

Then I can only be silent in front of the house waiting for his mother Mbak Tara entered into the house Mbak Tara and came out with his carrying bag. Ma'am Tara had only seen what I was doing from the front porch of her house.

"It!" Her mother Ma'am Tara took out a black and white photo from inside her purse. "This is my Mother. Not so much with you?"

I received a photo given by her mother, Ma'am Tara. I was surprised, too, what was said by his mother Ma'am Tara. The woman in this photo is very similar to me. Is it just a coincidence? But how is it possible? We are like a betel in two. It's only fitting that her mother Mbak Tara saw me with great surprise.

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