Our Teen Story
A fucked up morning
Ali could not push his bike until the cafe, not to mention when he came home he had to push until the workshop. Ali quickly searched for the number of his best friend who was always reliable. "Hello Bek, can you pick me up?" ali asked as he looked at the motorbike passing in front of him, hopefully there are good people who will help him now.
But Ali's misfortune seems not to be over yet, Riki's breath sounds that say if he is busy. "It can't be Al, the workshop is full again" replied Duck. A familiar call to Rizki who has been her friend since long ago.
When it comes to work, Ali can't do much more, however he can't Riki to come and help him. Ali breathed his breath. "Oh okay, thank you defender," replied Ali.
"I'm sorry Al" said Rizki.
Ali closed his call, he started looking for other contacts he could contact in this area and a name flashed through his head. Hopefully his friend will help him this time. While waiting for his call to be lifted, Ali played his finger on the motorcycle seat. "Halo Al," said a woman across there to make Ali can breathe a little calm, hopefully the misfortune is not prolonged.
"Fin, are you busy?" ask Ali first to find out Fina's busyness before she asks for help.
"No, why?" fina's reply sounded so calm and made Ali slightly wish Fina could help her.
Ali took a breath first before explaining her current condition. "It's normal for my bike to break down, the spark plugs to die again" Ali replied unpleasantly asking a woman for help.
"Oh, where are you now? I'm there, " replied Fina.
Ali's smile immediately expanded, finally someone could help him immediately right now, plus Fina's house near from here could make it easier for Ali to get to the cafe faster. "The park before work I Fin, which was leaking Duck motorcycle tires," explained Ali to make it easier for Fina to find him here.
"Okay I know, I'm there now."
Ali nodded her head knowing that Fina would not see it bothering her. "Yes Fin, thank you very much in advance, sorry to take care of you early in the morning."
"Yes, just relax Al, kayak to anyone, you have also helped me a lot," answered Fina so friendly.
Their call stopped until there, Ali breathed his breath with relief. Not long after two motorcycles were seen approaching him and quickly Ali was immediately down from his motorbike. "Al, what time are you at work?" ask Fina who actually already knows if the morning shift is at 09:00.
"Nine o'clock, it must be too late, just called because there were guests."
Fina looks back at Deni, then turns to Ali. "Yes already this, you use my bike first, let the bike have you I brought to the workshop Deni, how? You see, if the machine here is also afraid there are spare parts that must be replaced."
Hearing that Ali could only hold her phone tightly. There was a bad taste when Fina always helped her selflessly. "Is it really okay, Fin? Ah no need, I'm not good" replied Ali in the end.
Fina was seen sneering softly with Ali's reply. Even though he shook his head. "Oh Al, how many years was I? We will often tukeran motorbike, just use it, later you get angry your new boss nyesel."
Slowly Ali nodded his head. "Thank you Fin, I'll go home from work to your house for anterin motorbike."
"He's ready, just relax, Al" replied Fina.
Ali immediately turned to Deni, he smiled stiffly because it really felt bad to have troubled the two. "Den thank you very much" Ali said politely.
Deni also looks to nod with a smile. "Yes A, it's been a long time also not step motor people," he said ended a little low laugh.
Ali quickly gave the keys to Fina and took the keys to Fina's motorbike that was thrust towards her. After they split up Ali drove the choppycub motor fast, his current goal is to quickly get to his workplace.
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Ali shook his head. "Motor temen sir, which I broke down earlier on the road," explained Ali.
"Oh, no doubt or cepet in Al, absent, mumpung the boss has not come," said Pak Jued who was immediately embraced by Ali, Ali quickly went inside.
While passing through the warehouse, Ali felt that if his name was called, he stopped his steps and looked slightly into the room. "Sir?" call Ali slowly.
"Al here come in, bring a trolley," said Mr. Indra without form. Ali went in and searched for the source of the sound.
Shortly after Mr. Indra came out of a small hallway that was squeezed by two large shelves while carrying some goods, Ali spontaneously helped to lift it and store it on the trolley. "This is your order for today yes, try checking again."
Ali took the evening bar order paper for this morning, including: 5 fresh milk, 10 bandrek, 5 soda, 1 strawberry syrup, 1 kilo white sugar, chocolate powder and many more.
After matching everything, Ali also kept the bar order paper on the trolley. "Udah really all sir, kemaren malem rame?" ask Ali. For three days, Ali had a morning shift.
Mr. Indra nodded. "So the hell I saw in the report book, the turnover shift of fourteen million, the morning only four million."
"Bar order tests are so many," Ali murmured quietly, then he seemed to remember something. "Oh yes sir the guest order—"
Not finished Ali spoke, Mr. Indra has answered. "My father made, if you wait for your guests to come home again," replied Mr. Indra calmly.
Ali could only smile crisply, a frontal innuendo to a human with a high level of sensitivity like Ali. "Yes, I've come forward, sir, want to prepare sugar with coffee," said Ali.
"Yes Al, delivery arrived at the ten o'clock yes, then immediately weigh the fruits that came," said Mr. Indra.
"Ready sir." Ali pushed the trolley out, not forgetting he took a gallon of water and stored it at the bottom of the trolley and Ali escorted it to the bar, where baristas made drinks.
"As, save." Ali smiled as she lowered some items from the top of the trolley onto the cashier table to slide to the bar table.
Asri who was busy playing mobile phone directly walked lazily towards the cashier, took fresh milk and soda and stored it into the chiller while grumbling. "You're Al, you know I don't know coffee machines, wear everything late."
Ali just chuckled softly at it, he put his bag and jacket into the locker, then when he turned on the computer was seen the computer screen that continued to be black. "Why is this a bad computer?" chirps Ali.
"That's write manual absences first, from this morning also die, wait for Mr. Sam to really later," replied Asti.
Ali walked towards the small table by the window, his smile instantly appearing and writing his name on the absent paper. Ali's name, NIK 2025, Entrance hours are nine minutes or less. 'Aman, still rejekannya whole salary, ' inner Ali.
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Let's not forget like yes.