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Akbar closed the car door. He walked to a workshop that received services for making food trucks.

Seventy-five percent. However, Akbar again confirmed it. Does it fit the design? And whether it can function properly.

During his stay in Switzerland, Akbar still thought about what he wanted.

Since long ago, he worked here and there to be able to save. So, when he returned to Indonesia he already knew what would be in his work.

Working in a hospital? That, just an additional job for Akbar. He doesn't really like that field. However, there he was able to meet what his goal was.

Cook it? Akbar is very fond of it and he is very serious in that field. So he studied bachelor and master in culinary field. Different from what his family wanted. His grandfather, wanted Akbar to pursue education in hospitality so that he could continue his family business. It was also that eventually brought Akbar to Switzerland and studied a very different field than what he wanted.

After his grandfather died Akbar had complete control over his life. He can do whatever he wants. Regardless of whatever it is Akbar's father is no longer concerned with what he does because he has got full control over all the efforts initiated by Shakti, Akbar's grandfather.

It has been three months that Akbar has returned and he has just completed some of his plans.

Akbar stepped out his feet with great courage greeting someone who had been waiting for him.

“Defa” said the man welcomed Akbar by regretting it. He was accompanied by the one who introduced himself first.

Akbar watched the man. He is clearly younger than her.

Akbar's arm replied to the hand that Defa gave him.

“Akbar” reply Akbar introduce himself.

“Sure, I know” said Defa, obviously he knows who Akbar is, he's his boss.

A month ago.

After, Defa sent the CV to Akbar's Email address. Shortly after, he got a reply that he was accepted.

Today the two agreed to meet in order to discuss the launch of the food truck next week.

Akbar's lips smiled. He felt relieved because he was not wrong in choosing employees.

Defa, highlight his eyes look plain. However, his spirit looked so radiant giving rise to a positive aura nearby.

“Mari” take Akbar, take him to one corner of the workshop.

The two sat against the background of Akbar's foodtruck.

Akbar pulled out his phone, pointing to the messaging app. Then, send sharelock to Jenny.

“Come another hour” Akbar said advising Jenny, via message.

Tap

Seconds later, he turned off his phone screen.

Akbar's moving arm took out the laptop from inside his bag on every few sheets of paper. He handed a sheet of paper containing a menu in the direction of Defa.

Defa accepted it, he learned every word. From the title of the menu to the explanation at the bottom of the menu name.

Meanwhile, Akbar was busy fiddling with his laptop.

“Wah” murmured Defa, clucked in amazement at the stunning vidual display.

On a piece of paper it contains three different menus with two different variants.

“Are we going to sell all this?” ask Defa, make sure.

Akbar nodded, sure.

“Pak Akbar ever made it?” Defa asked back.

“Of course” reply Akbar briefly.

Defa stared in disbelief at Akbar.

His arm moved around the paper, flipping it. His forehead frowned, realizing that the back contained nothing.

Akbar nodded.

“Later, there we add showcase” Akbar said while pointing to his foodtruck.

“If added anything else will be narrower and our space will be more limited. So, we will use drinks from companies just” said Akbar explained.

Defa nodded, understood. Six food menus definitely need a bigger place to store the ingredients. If you want to add a booth for drinks Akbar need to make a bigger place again.

“For cooking parts. I, will do everything” said Akbar began to share tasks and roles.

Defa looked back at Akbar.

With his eyes he asked. “Then, what should I do?” ask Defa in his heart.

“You will play the role of the recipient of the order, the waiter also cashier” said Akbar explained the role that Defa will work on.

Defa scrunched his forehead. “Only, for that?” can not be lied to feeling hurt by Akbar's words.

“Did he doubt my ability this time?” ask Defa. Just like Akbar, Defa also studied in the culinary field.

“Only, for now” timpal Akbar.

“Heh” tanya Defa, startled.

Akbar nodded, assuring.

“Save the menu” Akbar said.

Defa's forehead is back.

“Learn it. If, you can cook it with the same results as me tastefully, visual appearance to the right composition. I, will let you touch kitchen” said Akbar, seriously.

Akbar's back touched the chair, leaning back.

“Ah” Defa clucked in annoyance, he stared in disbelief at what Akbar had given him.

“Who is he? How high is his ability? Until dare to judge in the first meeting of both?” ask Defa in his heart.

Akbar was serious about his words. This time, he did not want the plan he had made to fall apart just because of a child he did not know. Akbar needed time to trust someone.

“If you are unsure. Please, back off from now” timpal Akbar, pressing.

“I will try it” reply Defa quickly.

Chief Akbar nodded, assuring.

“Akbar” oalnggil someone from a distance.

Akbar turned to the source of the voice. His eyes narrowed, noticing Jenny's presence.

Just like Akbar did. The sound of the request managed to make Defa also turn his head.

“Who is he?” ask Defa in his heart. He saw a woman waving towards the two. By using a third-armed oversize shirt, as well as a subordinate pair of short jeans on his knees.

“Aish” murmured Akbar, clucking pissed. Look at Jenny's appearance.

“Let's end here.” Akbar said with an arm that began to tidy up the laptop and sheets of paper into his bag.

Silence, no reply from Defa.

Akbar moved out of place with the bag he had stored on his right shoulder.

Jenny fell silent, looking at Akbar who did not give any reaction to her. His gaze turned towards a young man sitting before Akbar. The man was seen wearing a white shirt with the bottom of which he stuffed into his pants. It looks so formal.

Unlike what Akbar wears, he only wears a t-shirt wrapped in a beach shirt and subordinate jeans with a hat that is circular on his head.

Jenny's arm embraces Akbar's upper arm. Then, the second time to tiptoe to align the mouth with Akbar's ears.

“Who is he?” ask Jenny, whispering.

“Declose him Defa. The person who will help me” Akbar introduced him to Jenny.