Ryanthi: Sweet Cake, Bitter Reality
● THREE : The Mystery of a Donut

Little Ryanthi has now grown up. In June, he will be twenty-three years old. The physical beauty of the inheritance from the mother, the more clearly visible and radiating from the look of her shady face. Moreover, now Ryanthi is good at taking care of himself.

Ryanthi is a girl with a simple appearance, with short toen pants and a t-shirt top that is often used for her daily life. Ryanthi is also still faithful with short bob hair.

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"Mom rest. Tonight, I have to finish the order for tomorrow morning" Ryanthi said, after giving Farida the medicine.

"I'm sorry, because I can't help you" said Farida, who sat leaning against a wall near her bed.

"Don't say that, Mom. I just want Mom to recover. If you're healthy, then I can focus more on taking orders" Ryanthi said softly.

The night is getting late, when Ryanthi is busy finishing her work. He kept wrestling with the dough. Printing and scraping. Ryanthi's been flooded with orders. In this one month alone, almost every day someone ordered a cake to her.

Just like that night, he was making twenty boxes of doughnuts. The sound of the engine from the mixer is heard clearly in an increasingly quiet night atmosphere. Time has shown almost one o'clock at night. Ryanthi did all the work alone, as Farida had already fallen asleep due to the medicine she was taking after Maghrib.

The living room of the rented house is always a silent witness, of all the fatigue Ryanthi feels every day. There is no kitchen. However, the kitchen in the house they contract is very narrow, so it is not possible to uprek there.

Since Farida was often sickly, Ryanthi took over all the orders. Farida is now his assistant. The woman was only doing light things.

Apparently, the noise of the mixer had managed to wake Farida, who was sound asleep like a drugged person. The middle-aged woman looked at the clock attached to the wall of the room. It's not unusual for a baker like them, when they have to stay awake until this late.

Staying up is a common thing. Moreover, if it is flooded with orders in a row, and in large numbers. Sometimes, he also often ignores the condition of his own body. Health should always be awake. If until he cancels the order, then the customer will certainly be disappointed, can even move to another kitchen.

Farida grabbed a glass of water, which was stored on a small table next to the bed. Not a luxurious bed, but only a small mattress that is certainly more comfortable and soft, when compared to the thin foam mattress that is often in Ryanthi ompoli.

Three sips was enough to quench the thirst inside Farida's throat. The woman got up, then came out of the room. He approached Ryanthi who was busy himself. "More, Ry?" ask Farida.

"Yes, God!" Ryanthi held onto her chest, in great surprise. "Mom surprised me" Ryanthi said. He has a funny looking expression.

Farida laughed softly at it. He sat down in front of Ryanthi, with a thin carpet. Next to it, it has lined several baking pans containing doughnuts that have been formed, and covered using clear plastic that is wide enough.

"How many more?" Farida asked again.

"Ten more boxes, ma'am," Ryanthi replied without turning to Farida.

Farida watched what Ryanthi was doing carefully. "Rounding using two hands, would definitely be much faster," he suggested. As a senior, he gave instructions to Ryanthi.

Ryanthi looked over, then smiled. "I'm not as happy as Mom, yet" he replied humbly.

Farida smiled back. He went to the kitchen to wash his hands. Shortly after, Farida returned, and sat down at her place. He intends to help Ryanthi.

"No need, Mom. Mom just rest. It's too late now, "prevent Ryanthi attentively.

However, Farida did not care about it. He continued to take two doughs at once, then rounded them together. Meanwhile, Ryanthi looked at him with great admiration. In fact, for a long time his mother was no longer playing with the dough. However, Farida was still very good at doing that.

"It has. You print it there first. Let me do this," tell Farida.

Ryanthi. His work was quickly completed, thanks to the help of his mother. Ryanthi then arranged the donuts that had been printed earlier into a large enough pan. He then covered it with a clear sheet of plastic and let it expand. This process is called proofing.

There is no specific timeline for proofing, as the process is usually affected by the temperature and timing of the doughnut itself. The time for proofing doughnuts made at night, can be different from the time needed for proofing donuts made in the morning or during the day.

Ryanthi often uses time notes when doing so. Because, if it is less or even over proofing, then the results of his hard work will be in vain. The doughnuts he makes may not inflate perfectly when fried, or even become a dent because they are left too long. That is why, many say that donuts are a mystery.

"The air is pretty cold right now. The proofing is definitely longer" Farida said. He helped tidy up the clear plastic earlier to cover the baking pans to make it more tight. After that, Farida sat back on the carpet, straightening her legs.

Farida's age is getting old. He is very easy to feel tired and not feeling well. However, Farida was always grateful, because God still bestowed long life. She can see what her little girl looks like as an adult.

At the sight of Ryanthi who was busy cleaning up used furniture making donuts. There is a sense of haru in his heart, because the princess only wayangnya not enjoy childhood and adolescence, as she should have.

If Farida and Surya hadn't parted ways, maybe Ryanthi's hands and clothes wouldn't have been covered in flour like that. It is also possible that Ryanthi is enjoying happy times, with his peers. Go for a walk, or spend some time walking around the Mall. Ryanthi will not wear worn shirts, as she always wears in her daily life.

Has Farida done any injustice to her daughter? However, if Farida survives in the mansion, it is inconceivable what she will face every day. Where is his pride as a woman, a mother, and a wife? Fifteen years have passed. Somehow, because Farida still had to regret everything that had happened.

Farida's daydreams instantly froze, as Ryanthi approached and slept on her lap. Farida then gently stroked the girl's hair. Ryanthi seemed to enjoy every caress from the mother, because not long after she began to close her eyes.

"How's your relationship with Arshan? I don't think I've seen him come here in a long time. Is your relationship okay?" ask Farida curiously.

Ryanthi, who had been closed, immediately opened her eyes again. However, he did not immediately answer the question posed by his mother about Arshan, his lover.