Suddenly Husband Wife
Markings

Labiqa is quite good at assessing situations. Seeing Daren who is currently sitting with Sraya and Akram, he can conclude that they have a relationship. Labiqa tries to be ordinary, but in her heart she is not happy, the girl suppresses her own feelings and hopes that Daren-does not provoke Sraya and Akram.

Labiqa put the chopsticks on the table. "This, Sir, Mom."

"Thank you, Biqa. This is Mr. Daren, my husband. He'll be tasting your cooking."

Sraya's words successfully make the heart of Labiqa more pounding, the spirit that was originally owned Labiqa, suddenly decreased.yeah worried that Daren still hold dislike in him.

"Biqa, how quiet is that?" ask Sraya.

Labiqa opened her eyes and tried to smile. "Sure, Mom. Please taste, hopefully according to taste, Father, Mother, and Mr. Daren."

Daren himself was indifferent to Labiqa, he remembered very well who the girl he met at this time. Daren can also judge, the look in Labiqa's eyes shows surprise and dislike. He ignores everything. After all, he had nothing to do with Labiqa anymore. The three of them one by one took a pack of grilled rice that still felt warm.

The thin smoke that comes out when the banana leaves are opened, gives off a delicious aroma. They taste the squid roasted rice made by Labiqa. mix the right seasoning makes it taste right on the tongue, Sraya and Akram look at each other. The couple was satisfied with Labiqa's first menu, Daren who had originally shown a flat expression, quite unexpected that Labiqa is good at cooking. But due to his prestige he showed no reaction.

"Labiqa, you sit down, if you stand up you will be tired" said Akram.

"I-yes, Sir. Thanks." Thanks." Labiqa took another chair and sat apart with the three of them sitting on the sofa, he felt reluctant and disinclined to join sitting there.

After finishing the first menu, they tasted kwetiaw which smelled the distinctive aroma of shrimp and garlic. Similar to grilled rice, the taste of the second menu is equally delicious. until finally they taste the last full of fish brains.

Labiqa sat tensely, anxiously, awaiting judgment from Sraya, Akram and Daren.

"Where according to, Mas. Of the three menus Labiqa makes, which one is the most, Mas, like?" ask Sraya.

Akram took a piece of tissue and wiped his mouth. "Mas likes the grilled rice, it tastes really good, and the smell is perfectly cooked" said Akram.

One assessment from Akram- made Labiqa happy and she was grateful in her heart. "Alhamdulillah."

"Sama, I also like the taste of grilled rice, the kwetiaw is also very good and does not make eneg. If you think, Mr. Daren. How's the cooking, Labiqa?"

Uhukkk

Daren who was drinking was slightly coughed due to the question from Sraya. No he denied that the cuisine of Labiqa is very delicious, the man never insulted the food, he will judge honestly according to taste. Since his last meeting with Labiqa was not so good, he was embarrassed to praise him now.

"So how?" ask Sraya again.

"All the dishes are delicious" said Daren spontaneously. He was thinking about what words he could say.

"So, do you agree or not that Labiqa will be the chef at this cafe?" tanya Akram asks for an opinion.

"Of course, I don't want to let go of talented people like Labiqa" Sraya said with enthusiasm.

"Congratulations, Labiqa. You we accepted working at Caffe." Akram got up from his seat and approached Labiqa to congratulate him by shaking the girl's hand.

Labiqa received Akram's hand, she was very grateful and happy. "Makasi a lot, Pak Akram and Bu Sraya. I will work well and dedicate my ability to this caffe."

"Sama-sama, for her employment contract. Maybe two more days can sign."

"Yes, Sir. Once again I say thank you so much."

Sraya approached Labiqa and hugged the girl. "Congratulations, Biqa. May it be at home." Labiqa felt moved by Sraya's attitude, the mother of one child was very humble. "Thank you very much, Mom."

"Because the test is over, you can go home now, Biq."

"Hmm .. No, sir. If I help you here first, I want to be a part of this cafe from the beginning."

"Of course you can, if you don't mind."

"Not at all, sir. I'm even very happy."

Akram and Daren head for the workspace next to the kitchen, while Sraya and Labiqa are busy arranging new cookware that he will use. The two became increasingly familiar, and exchanged stories.

Inside the workspace, Akram and Daren discuss serious issues related to Maxwell. Akram asks Daren to speed up his plans, he wants his sister, Nastiti-quickly to receive justice and be able to return to Indonesia.

Daren responded to the request from the person who had been helping him. Whatever he will do for Akram and his family, thanks to the help of Akram and his two grandfathers, no one can be in his current position.

"Then I say goodbye now, sir."

"You forgot what I said?"

Daren furrowed his brows, trying to think what he had forgotten.

"Stop calling me master, call me, Mas."

"I-yes, Mom."

"Yes you're gone now, I don't want Amel to see you here."

They both came out of the workspace, seen Sraya and Labiqa who are arranging new trinkets that can make the atmosphere of the cafe more comfortable and aesthetic. Previously Daren said goodbye to Sraya, but he was still indifferent to Labiqa.

after the departure of Daren, Amel who had been on the second floor with Sagara- came down because the baby was crying, he handed Sagara to Sraya.

"Mel, I want to replace Pampers Sagara first, you can help Labiqa, right?"

"Can, Mba, what should I do?"

"Please wash the equipment you want to make in the cashier area, Mel." Sraya moved from his seat. "Oh yes in the kitchen there is a dish from Labiqa, if you want to eat, Mel."

"Yes, Ma'am," replied Amel briefly, in his heart he was not happy.had yesterday Amel had just done nail treatment in the salon. Amel completely ignored the existence of Labiqa.

The afternoon turned into the afternoon, all the work was almost done. Before deciding to go home, the four of them talked about the processing plan and management of the cafe. Sraya needs two baristas, three three who will work in section dining, and two additional people to be in the kitchen.

with the help of social media, Akram took the initiative to advertise on several accounts informing about job applications around the city of Jakarta.

A week has passed, the employees needed by Akram and Sraya have been obtained with each appropriate work experience in their fields, the Cafe is ready to open. Sraya embodies his idea with a family theme for his cafe.

In addition, Akram cooperates with how many collectors and food providers for his cafe. an incoming call from hand-held mobile phone owned by Akram.

"City ... Assalamualaikum, Ma'am," said Akram.

"Girishalam, son. I'm at the airport." Masayu who came to Jakarta that day, immediately called Akram.

"Oh .. yes, ma'am, Akram go straight there. wait ya ma'am."

After deciding on his call Akram rushed to pick up the keys to the car that was on his desk.

"Mom's here, Mom?" ask Sraya.

"Yes, just landed, brother."

"I'm going to go pick up Mom, Mom."

"You are here. You're not feeling well anymore. Mending you just rest in the workspace," persuaded Akram.

These past two days, Sraya had looked limp and pale. Already Akram persuaded his wife to see a doctor, but Sraya refused.

"But I want ik-"

Not only did Sraya finish his words, he had run to the bathroom, since this morning his stomach felt uncomfortable. Sraya regurgitated feeling nauseous. Akram immediately followed Sraya to the bathroom and rubbed his back gently. "You vomited again, brother?"