Rainbow No Color Limit
09 Ace!!

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POV

I parted ways with Arza at the park after making sure she agreed to meet my sister.

I went to the restaurant.

It's still bright, but if not to the resto go where else.

The restaurant is open from 8am to 10pm on Monday to Saturday. Sunday is open from 9am.

It's still 5pm. My work hours start after Maghrib, because when the time before Maghrib usually quiet restaurant visitors.

This restaurant has many cooks and they are all very reliable. I was just filling my free time and trying to make a profit through my talent.

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"Rain, in front there is a nyariin" Sinta whispered a little.

"Who? "

"Don't know. But those are the mothers"

"I'm still busy. Said he told me to wait if I wanted to see you" I answered while busy cooking.

Before long Mr. Broto, the restaurant owner came to me.

" Rain"

"Yes, sir" I turned a glance at him and refocused on my work.

"In front there are guests for you, you can pass your work on others"

I'm done cooking, I put my cooking on a serving plate.

"Yes, this is done" I replied still confused.

Who is the important person who can make my boss come to the kitchen to stop my work. I feel bad for my senior. But Mr. Broto himself asked them to replace me.

My eyes went around looking for the figure waiting for me. Mr. Broto showed that figure.

I'm shrinking, Miss Intan?

Is Miss Intan an important person for Mr Broto?

Broto's sir took me to Ms. Intan.

Broto talked to him for a while and he invited me to sit with Intan.

Madam Intan smiled at me. I returned his smile.

"It's also difficult to meet you.how many times I have come but never met, indeed yes if the important person is always busy" his smile seemed to expand.

I feel bad.

"Mother can be. indeed my work schedule is not fixed every day.sometimes I also do not leave because there are other activities. I'm just a backup chef here, ma'am"

"That makes me proud of you as you are, independent"

"Actually I would like to introduce you to my son, but my son is unable to sit here."

"Maybe there's another time, ma'am" I replied and Ms. Intan smiled.

Ms. Intan asked a lot about me. I answered without hesitation. I'm sure Ms. Intan is a good person. I don't think it's wrong for him and me to know each other any further. I'm comfortable with him.

"Aces! "

I heard someone screaming. Ms. Intan turned her head towards that person.I followed her gaze.

It was seen a well-dressed man running out chasing someone.

I didn't know him, but Ms. Intan kept looking at that person.

It looks faint I see, it turns out that's the child of Intan's mother. I still remember her face.

Madam Intan said her son was an obstacle.

Ow.. Maybe he didn't want to see me. I remember the first time he saw me, when it was clear he didn't like me.

I decided not to care about the problem.

Ms. Intan looks sad. His son is no longer visible.

"Oh yes, Mom. Where does this Miss Intan live? "

My question breaks his daydream.

"Eh! Um.. I live in Central Jakarta"

"Oh... "

"You live near here yourself? "

"No, Ma. My home is far from here"

"When have you been working here? "

"Two years ago, mom"

"No trouble working in college? "

"I said, Mom, my job is just to fill free time. Mr. Broto gave a policy to his employees who are still students"

even here there are two children who are still high school. Mr. Broto accepted us for seeing we were able to work"

"You must be happy to have a boss as good as Mr. Broto"

"Of course, ma'am. Besides that, he is also a friend of my father. So I respect him not just because I'm an employee, but I feel like he's like my family"

"No wonder the restaurant owned by Mr. Broto is successful, the workers are well"

I frowned.

"Pak Broto was my old co-worker. He founded this restaurant about 12 years ago. He enlisted those closest to him to advance the resto.

Until now I have never heard of a dispute between Mr. Broto and his employees, or employees with other employees. Mr. Broto is wise"

Oh... Quick.. It turns out they know each other..

"Oh yeah, sometime I want to stop by and see how you're doing when you're cooking in the kitchen. Looks cool"

"Yes... Yes, ma'am" I smiled awkwardly.

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Today I feel tired, even though I spend more time with Ms. Intan.

Until home I felt bad.

"Assalamu'alaikum." I knocked on the door, I saw the lights were out. It's 10 p.m. My family usually doesn't sleep.

I knocked many times, calling but there was no answer, how weird.

I start my bike and I start and I'm a strong gas.

I heard screaming from the house next door.

My door is open. I saw a lackluster father wearing a sarong, walking straight towards me. I locked my bike.

"Tumben's been sleeping sir? "

"Hwoahh... Sleepy neng, sorry yes. But next time don't make people emotional either. Not good for people."

I clucked, went inside without answering. Did you come out to try?

I waited for my father but he didn't come in either. What did you do anyway?

I came out and I clucked to see the father who was asleep while sitting on the porch chair. I'll wake him up soon.

He entered in a semi-conscious state. I'm just a head-scalp. Maybe my habits were taken down from my father.

I went in but my steps stopped. I feel like someone is watching me. I turned to look at the vacant land across the house.

Darkened.

But I feel like there's someone there.

I kept paying attention to the place and I wasn't wrong, there was someone there!

The man came out of the darkness and galloped down the dark outskirts of the road. I wanted to catch up but at once my neighbor called me from his house.

It seems he was the one who was shouting.

"Wheel! you saw no one who came out of there just now" he asked while looking at the empty land.

I'm nodding.

"That guy seems to have been there a lot these days"

I cringed."Do you know who he is? "

"It looks like it's Mr. Tri's son who has a mental disorder. "

"Oh... " Thankfully I wasn't chasing.

Night chasing crazy.

"Yes, I want to go in first. "

"Eh! He 'eh.. Oh yes, next time do not have to hurry the motor that is. My brother just slept disturbed."

"Heheh.. Yes bang. Sorry yes." I smirked feeling bad.

Why was his son Mr Tri left wandering around?

These nights again. It's a little weird in my opinion.

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"Aces! "

"Wait son!

"Aces! "

"Don't go..... "

A woman cries. His son turned his face away from the woman.

"Ace!!!!! "

I was surprised, the screams seemed to be near my ears...

I dream again?

Why do I dream of her son, Miss Intan?

Ih... Freaky.... Bizarrely..

I saw the wall clock showing at 3 am. I must have woken up.

I went to the kitchen and sure enough, my mom was up. Looks like he finished performing the sunnah prayer. Mom walks from the prayer room.

"Mother's son is slipping again? " Sounds mother's murmur.

"I'm awake, Mom. "

I took a glass of water, sat down and gulped it down.

My mother sat looking at me.

"Have you never had a nightmare again? "

I looked at him while thinking, right too.

It's been over a week, but I've never had a nightmare. But it's only been a week?

"No, Ma. " My mother smiled.

"Maybe you really need an answer to your dream."

"Yes.maybe. " I weigh.

"After the answer from my father, you look better"

Did ya? Even I'm still curious.

Is it possible that my dream is related to my sister, now that my sister's problem can find a bright spot.I'm sure my sister can now be safe.

I remembered my mother's words yesterday, I wanted you not to comment on people's children excessively. But I have made many mistakes myself, I deserve to reprimand my mother.

I want to try to say it and also say things that he definitely doesn't like.

But I'd rather hear this directly from me than hear it from someone else.

I have to say this even though Mom must be mad at me.

"Mom, I want to talk, "I'm nervous.

Mom looked at me, she must know what I was going to say this is serious.

"Today I heard Mother talking about people's children, who is it? "

"Oh. That's the guy next door. Why emang? "

"If the mother's child is in the child's position, what do you want? " My feelings are really scared.

Mother's expression was already wrinkled, her gaze was sharp. I've never seen Mom this scary.

"Which do you mean? "

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all the time...

happy new year....

greetings from yuya....