The Story of the Children of the Juragan
63. Change the habit
After bathing and wearing neat clothes, Salman descended the stairs, and walked towards the dining room.
This time he wore a black polo shirt and combined it with cream shorts. The typical Indo skin he has makes him look more charming.
He sat facing the table alone. Because everyone has had breakfast since. When opening the food hood, on the table served toast with his favorite chocolate jam.
Instantly it reminded him of someone who was present in his dream earlier, and made him wake up late.
"Auntie." Salman called his housekeeper. And before long, a middle-aged woman walked in with a slight stagger to face him.
"Yes den. Can I help you?" the woman asked, bowing her body and her hands gathered in front.
"Is there any other food besides this?" Salman pointed to the food in front of him. Aunt followed her employer's point of view.
"There is a."
"Alright, please get rid of this food and replace it with another meal."
"Good den."
Aunty immediately took the toast from before her master and brought it to the kitchen. Shortly after, he came with his partner while carrying rice, vegetables and side dishes.
"Thank you auntie."
"Together den. Anything else you can help?" pick up that housekeeper again.
"Please from now on, don't ever serve me a chocolate jam toast. Because from now on I don't like it bi." said Salman.
The two housekeepers looked at each other while frowning. Because I feel astonished. Usually it is a favorite food of his young employer, but now it is an unwelcome food.
"Auntie understands, right?" Salman made it clear to his domestic assistant that made both of them aware of his daydream.
"Eh, i_iya. Understand." reply to both at the same time even a little bit of hesitation.
"Yes, aunt can accompany Salman to eat."
Salman already considers his domestic assistants like his own family. They never made a distinction about caste.
"No need to den, we've had breakfast. Then excuse us to go back and do some other work."
"Please bi."
The two housekeepers left their mistress, who was seen starting to pour rice on her plate.
"Why now den Salman doesn't like toast anymore?" knock auntie when it's up to the kitchen.
"Maybe you are bored. Because since childhood he really liked the food." said a colleague assistant.
"So, it could be that."
Both of them returned to their daily activities. Salman seemed to enjoy his meal.
After finishing his meal, he returned to his room to pick up his cell phone and bag. This time he would go to the counter to check.
Not forgetting he was looking for the whereabouts of his mother, to ask permission. And he saw the woman who gave birth to him in the reading room. Hurry up he approached her.
"Ma, Salman said to the counter ya."
"Yes, but you're healthy, right?" Mama Laura looked at her son's face seriously.
"Alhamdulillah Salman is well. What's wrong?" Salman asked back, not knowing the direction of his mother's conversation.
"Oh there's nothing. Just a wonder mom, why did you miss the dawn prayer and wake up that session? So you think you're not feeling well."
"Oh that, yes, maybe because Salman was exhausted, and finally his sleep was too good." said Salman.
"Yes already, meaning from now on you reduce your activities. Do not miss the morning prayers constantly. Can take your sustenance even more."
"Good ma. Salman pamit." The young man stood up while kissing with reverence on the back of his mother's hand. Then he walked to his parked car.
"I just have to add to my work. So as not to think about the girl again." murmured Salman while focusing on driving.