Senior Junior Love Romance
101
Sunday afternoon, Rendra and Dita came to the cafe after a long time not going there. They brought lunch to the employees as gratitude for the increase after Rendra yesterday. Rendra did not provide lunch or dinner catering for its employees, but replaced it with meal money. Because usually they prefer to eat according to their taste or bring their own supplies.
Rendra with the help of Candra brought some lunch boxes that had been placed in the trunk of the car into Rendra's room. After calculating the number of employees who entered the first shift, Candra immediately distributed to other employees, including part-time employees.
The atmosphere of the afternoon cafe was quite crowded even though not all the seats were filled. Some are quite busy serving shoppers especially in 2nd floor kitchens as many are ordering food for lunch.
After Candra came out, Rendra remained in her room looking at the cafe's online report with a manual report made by the admin. Check if there are any reports. The results of the entire online report can only be accessed by Rendra as the owner. Admin only input data.
Meanwhile, Dita checked into the bakery storefront and then into the bread production kitchen. There he chatted with the baker in charge of producing bread and pastry.
“Mas Fariz, how is the production? Smooth right?” ask Dita at the baker in the production kitchen.
“Alhamdulillah smoothly, Mom,” replied Fariz friendly.
“Duh, don't call ma'am. Call Dita aja.”
“Yes, it can't be. Masa Bu Bos is called just name.”
“But I feel rich old. Though my age just want 20 next year.”
“I call mbak only then.”
“Yes, nothing from ma'am. Don't call me ma'am again, Mas Fariz. I've said it repeatedly.”
“Ready, Ma'am Dita.”
“About needing an assistant yet? Or can it still be handled by itself?”
“Still safe, Ma'am. Friends if new lowong also often come to help.”
Dita nodded her head. “For what raw materials? Is there any trouble finding it?”
“Perhaps the price of eggs is Mbak if the end of the year often goes up, besides that there is no problem.”
“Iya, end of year and approaching Lebaran definitely price up. Egg whites can be used, right? So not wasted.”
“Can, Mbak. Used for Mexican bread toppings also made macarons. Many people like it, Mother. Especially High School kids.”
“Aalhamdulillah's. I have a lot of development during my time not here.”
“Iya, Ma'am. Do we need pastry production too? Can be made cat's tongue egg white.”
“If Mas Fariz can handle nothing. Fear later the main bread and pastry production even did not focus. If the pastry is only in a certain moment."
"Yes, but if for the cat's tongue it seems to be a companion coffee snack as well, Ma'am."
"Yes, too. If Mas Fariz has made the tester, let me know."
"Ready, Ma'am."
"Mas Fariz, if later the need for bread has increased and overwhelmed to handle itself, say the same to me or Mas Rendra yes. If we don't come here we can go to Mas Candra. Let's find a partner or an assistant."
"Good, Ma'am."
“This just want to make what Mas?” Dita saw the dough on the production table.
“Sweet bread, Ma'am."
"I'll help you, Fariz."
"Don't, Ma'am Dita. Mas Rendra was angry. We've been briefed if you can't make Mbak Dita tired."
"Oh Allah, seriously Mas Rendra said that?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"Yes, I went to the office. Fariz continued to make his bread."
"Monggo, Ma'am."
Dita left the kitchen for bread production and then entered Rendra's room.
"So seriously, Mom." Dita approached Rendra who focused in front of the laptop.
"Eh, Honey. Sit here." Rendra pulled Dita to sit on her lap.
"I'm heavy now, Mom."
"No. I can still carry you, my dear." Rendra smiled as she stroked Dita's chubby cheek.
"Good sales, right, Mas?"
"Alhamdulillah increased since we open 2 floors and add a menu variant."
"Alhamdulillah. Don't forget the alms and alms, Mas."
"Don't worry about that. In this program has been credited for zakat and alms, just issued."
"There's no end-of-year bonuses for employees, huh?"
"God willing, there is. I'll count first."
"Sip, let them work and be more loyal. My husband is a cool boss." Dita pecks Rendra's cheek.
Rendra stopped his activities after getting a kiss from his wife. He smiled and looked at Dita. "Don't fuck me, honey. We're in the office."
"It could be my wife, she replied." Rendra kissed Dita's lips at a glance.
"I'll check this in a minute, after that I'm yours."
"I'm just sitting on the couch." Dita was about to stand from Rendra's lap but was arrested.
"No, stay here."
Dita finally shut up, followed by seeing what Rendra was working on.
"Cock silent, dear," said Rendra.
"Why would I not shut up?" sahut Dita's.
"Well, what the hell is that, let me feel like I'm not alone."
"Gosh, Mas. I've been sitting on your lap still feeling alone" protested Dita.
"But I'm used to hearing your voice, honey."
"Gombali. Uda deh Mas, the hunt was completed his work."
"Dear, why? Tired of going home in a hurry?" Rendra turned her attention from the laptop screen to Dita.
"Not really."
"Really?"
"Yes, Mas."
"Oh, I know. Must want to be soon dear yes," seduced Rendra.
"What the hell, Mas." Dita's cheeks blush.
"It will be gemesin. I would want to be. When's the reason, honey?"
"No idea, Mom." Dita lowered her face in shame.
"O Allah, strengthen your servant's faith" murmured Rendra.
"What prayer is that, Mom?" Dita cringing wonder.
"Prayer let me not tell you now."
"Yes, that's why I sit on the sofa just let the focus work."
"No, it's done. Don't try to get out of my lap. Wait a minute!"
Rendra is back on her laptop. Dita joined in reading what was plastered on the screen, although she also did not understand what Rendra read, only full of numbers. Not until ten minutes, Rendra finally turned off his laptop.
"We sit on the sofa yuk, let's be more comfortable," asked Rendra.
Dita got up from her husband's lap and then moved to the sofa. Rendra followed him from behind.
"Mas, what's the point of not having an employee gathering?" Dita rests her head on Rendra's arm.
"Four thoughts, but just wait until you've fully recovered, dear."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want you to be tired, honey."
"Always that's the reason. I'm gonna feel a lot of burden for you." Dita lowered her head, feeling disappointed with herself.
"Hi, Honey. Look at me." Rendra looked up Dita's face so they could look each other in the eye.
"You're my priority now besides mama. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. I would definitely feel like a failure as a husband if that were to happen."
"It's been my responsibility since I married you. You're not a burden, honey. I'm just looking after you so you don't get hurt. Do you know, if you're in pain, my heart is also in pain. If only I could replace that pain. But it's impossible."
"Employee gathering's not a priority, honey. And it's not an urgent thing we should do right away. Top priority, you recover, recover, don't feel pain anymore, honey." Rendra stroked his wife's cheek gently.
"If you want to hang out with them. New year's night we're here. They plan to gather here after the cafe closes. I don't know what agenda they have."
"Don't feel like a burden, honey. I don't feel burdened at all. I want to always grant your wish, but I also have to think logically. I can't fulfill all your wishes if it makes you tired or uncomfortable. Your health and comfort priorities are higher."
Rendra hugged his beloved wife. He stroked Dita's head and pecked at the top of her head. Long enough they hugged until Rendra finally unraveled her embrace.
Rendra smiled looking at Dita. "Darling, would you like to hang out here next year?"
Dita nodded her head.
"Okay, we're going here. I'll ask them what their agenda is."
"Thank you, Mom."
"Yes, you're welcome, sweetheart." Rendra hugged Dita again. He realized that Dita actually needed entertainment because since she was pregnant until after the surgery, his wife was more at home. Therefore he allowed Dita to gather with cafe employees on the eve of the new year.
Rendra again unraveled her embrace. He brought his face closer to Dita. Scrape the distance until their lips are almost touching.
Tok ... tok ....
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