Under the Black Umbrella
Meet a Little Friend

Today Ghavi came to the restaurant to review the situation there directly.

Because Mr. Rama is sick, the meeting must be postponed until Mr. Rama recovers and returns to work.

For a while Ghavi himself will intervene to handle all restaurant affairs.

"Good day, Miss!" greet one of the employees who passed by him near the special entrance for employees.

"Come, Sister Sari!"

Ghavi smiled and replied to greetings from his senior employee at his restaurant. He also stopped for a moment just saying hello.

"Mbak Sari how's the family, healthy?!" tanyanya friendly.

"Thank God, healthy, Non!" mba's reply welcomed Ghavi's hand.

"Thank God!"

"A long time new to visit, yes, Non!"

"Yes! I, will stay long enough in Jogja to accompany Eyang, Ma'am."

"Oh, yes, I heard also he said Miss Ghavi just returned home to finish education abroad, yes," said Mbak Sari.

"Yes, right! Shortly after the death of Eyang Sosro, I got an invitation to exchange students in Perth, Australia. Finally I decided to finish my studies there and just one month back to Jakarta" Ghavi said.

"Oh, so. Great miss, yes!" praise Mbak Sari.

"Ah, I could."

Ghavi smiled wryly.

" Yes, it is, Ma'am! I want Pak Rama's room to replace him temporarily until he recovers" said Ghavi then passed in the opposite direction to Mbak Sari.

"Oh, yes, Non! Please!"

Once in the room of Mr. Rama who was supposed to be his room, Ghavi immediately called someone.

Not long after, the sound of the door knocking from outside.

"Please enter!" his orders.

"Did Miss call me?"

"Yes!"

Ghavi immediately sat the seat of greatness that is usually occupied by Mr. Rama.

"Today until the next few days, I will replace Mr. Rama temporarily. So, what kind of work do I have to finish?!"

Ghavi stared at the early forties secretary of Mr Rama.

The secretary who had been contacted by Mr. Rama before was immediately out to retrieve the file.

"This, Miss! There are two files to learn and sign today. Tomorrow morning we're meeting with a vegetable supplier."

The files were handed over to Ghavi who received them immediately.

"OK! Thank you, Miss Dian! I can return the shirt again" Ghavi smiled.

"Good, Miss! Excuse me!"

Secretary Dian left the room.

However, having not had time to close the door, Ghavi called him.

"Mrs Dian!"

"Yes, Miss, is there anything that's needed?" he was polite, despite being more mature than Ghavi.

"Please call a chef named Zulfikar. Tell me to meet me now!"

" good!"

Five minutes later, the door was knocked from the outside.

"Lake in!" ghavi's orders from within.

"Miss call me?!"

"Yes! Please sit!

"What do you need Miss to call me?"

"Nothing! I just want to see you."

Ghavi smiled.

"Gee!"

That guy was stunned. If he doesn't need anything, why is he called? Just interrupt work.

"If I may know, are you Mr Rama? Why didn't Mr Rama call me?!"

Ghavi laughed at the question from his interlocutor.

"Did Mas Fikar not know me?!"

"Eh! W-why does Miss know my name?! Have we met before?!"

The person Ghavi called Fikar seemed confused and thoughtful.

"You forgot your childhood friend who used to climb Om Abas's guava tree?!" fishing Ghavi.

Long Fikar thought. Then his facial expression changed. His eyes were shocked.

"Ghaviii ...!" pekiknya happy to remember who the girl in front of him now.

"Eh, oh, sorry! I was being presumptuous" he said wrongly.

"Haha ...!"

Ghavi laughed at the nervous man.

"Mas Fikar why are you so nervous?! Just plain, times like anyone."

"But, ...!"

"Not formal, ah! Even so stiff talk," cut Ghavi.

"Mas Fikar doesn't miss, is it his little friend?!" goda Ghavi's.

"Of course I miss you! Ghaviii ...!!"

Zulfikar squatted hugging the tiny body of Ghavi, a playmate when they were little. Lost the awkward feeling that had suffered earlier.

Zulfiqar was the only son of Om Abas and Aunt Nilam. They were next door neighbors of the late Grandpa Herman's house, which is now Ghavi's home before moving to Surabaya, the home town of Aunt Nilam.

"For a long time we did not meet, yes," said Fikar as soon as he took off his embrace.

"Yes! There, seven years."

Ghavi.

"More, even! Ten years, Vi. When we moved, you, were twelve years old,"ralat Fikar.

"Mas Fikar has changed a lot, yes. Get higher and better."

"Thank you for the compliment!"

Fikar bowed in Korean-style salute.

"You're the one who's still tiny, Vi. It's just that you're more beautiful and sweet now."

"Haha ...! Sugar, sweet times."

Ghavi.

"Seriously!"

Fikar raised his finger to form the letter V.

"That's where it might be. Hihi ...!"

Ghavi.

"Kok, Mas Fikar could be the chef here, anyway?! I was very surprised, knowing three months ago Mr. Rama gave your CV via email to acc. At that time, I still did not come home so it was sent by email. I was pangling to see your profile. But I know you, but where?! Uh, when I looked at the KK photocopy, it was you Zulfikar that I knew."

"That's why you accepted me, right?!" guess Fikar.

"Sure! That's a good chance we'll see each other again. Haha ...!"

Ghavi. Fikar too.

Ghavi did get a CV from Zulfikar by email sent by Mr. Rama three months ago.

Once you look at the entire CV and recognize who the person applying for the restaurant job is, it, Ghavi immediately contacted Mr Rama and told him to accept Zulfikar as the new chef in lieu of the old chef who retired due to age.

"By the way, thanks, yes, Vi! Thanks to you I can get into work here. And I didn't expect it, you know, to see you again. I thought this restaurant wasn't yours."

"Yes, equally! It belonged to Grandpa Herman. Grandfather built it not long after your move to Surabaya. Since my grandfather and parents died, now this place I entrust to Mr. Rama to manage it. While I myself moved to Jogja accompanied Eyang Sosro, my mother's adoptive parents," Ghavi explained.

" Emm, I think I should go back to the kitchen, huh! The other pity will be pity. You know, it's lunch time" said Fikar.

"OK! Next time we talk again, yeah."

Ghavi nodded.

Fikar also returned to the restaurant kitchen to continue his work which was delayed due to the call of his little friend and the preoccupation of chatting.

After Zulfikar from his room, Ghavi also read the files that Secretary Dian had delivered earlier. After that, he signed his signature under the name of Mr. Rama by giving a small note, "empowered to : Ghavi Princess Umar".

I don't feel like lunch time has arrived. Ghavi got up from his seat and immediately went out to the parking lot.

The plan is that the girl will return to visit Mr. Rama who is now allowed to return home.