Zara For Pramudya
Learning Etiquette

Mini Market Zara Workplace

"Pak Pramudya, but I don't understand the etiquette of being in a wealthy environment ... Table manner, any cutlery used by every menu..." Zara said she remembered the Korean dramas that poor girls were insulted for not being able to follow the ways of the money people.

"Are you afraid that you'll embarrass me?" Ask Pramudya.

"Yes sir. I am only a temporary companion but I also do not want to make you embarrassed sir. But I realized I was nobody..." Answer Zara.

Pramudya realized that the girl in front of him had a low level of confidence and it was natural considering that Zara only considered herself a mini market employee who suddenly became a Cinderella overnight. No wonder Zara became a girl who was over thinking and had her own anxiety even though she was more thinking about the cost of washing her grandmother's blood.

"Zara, don't worry. You'll give me a crash etiquette course... Didn't I tell you, I arranged everything. And now, I want you to take three days off... You'll be taught etiquette by my assistant named Andrea. Take it easy, Andrea is a good woman." Pramudya opened the map. "And now, you sign here and give me your account number, because I'll send half your money and half after Saturday's event."

Zara signed the file Pramudya gave her and gave her bank account number. Before long, the notification sound on Zara's old-fashioned phone rang and the girl was shocked by Pramudya's promise. Half of the promised amount has already been in.

"Thank you Pramudya sir" Zara replied.

"From tomorrow Wednesday, you take a leave of absence from where you work. You've never taken a vacation, have you?" Pramudya looked at Zara.

"Not yet."

"Take a leave of absence, take your grandmother to wash the blood, use the money. After that, you came to this address and you learned a lot from Andrea. You come there at one o'clock. Okay?" Pramudya looked seriously at Zara.

Zara received a business card and nodded towards Pramudya. "Good, Pram."

"Oh one more thing, you don't call me sir."

"Then what should I call you, sir?"

"Mas Pram."

***

The family residence of Angela Hadiyanto

"Have you gone to Pram?" Ask Oma Angela who is knitting.

"It's Oma." Pramudya then kissed the cheek of the middle-aged woman. "What's Oma doing?"

"Make a Stola for Alina. God wants to be present tomorrow there is a proposal event made by Oma Stola" replied Oma Angela.

Dewa is Pramudya's cousin who wants to marry his chosen girl, Alina.

"You got a couple tomorrow Saturday?" Ask Oma Angela.

"It's Oma" answered Pramudya while sitting on the sofa next to Oma Angela.

"Who? What's one of your officers?"

Pramudya shook his head. "Not Oma. There's a friend who wants to help Pram..." Sorry Oma but this is not something that can be accepted by Oma. So I better play it safe first...

"College buddy or High School buddy ?" Ask Oma Angela again.

"Yes, schoolmate..." College is school, right?

"May not make Tamara muring..." Mumbled Oma Angela. "Oma doesn't like the girl, too aggressive and spoiled. In our family, there is nothing in the dictionary of spoiled children... Even your late mother, was very active in pesantren and religious activities... At home always uprek with housework.although there are maids ... " Oma Angela stopped her activities. "Oma misses your mom and dad, Pram... "

Pramudya hugged Oma Angela's shoulder. "Not only Oma, I miss them both as well..."

Oma Angela herself is not a direct descendant of Hadiyanto but the in-laws of Chandra Hadiyanto, Pramudya's father. But after Pramudya's parents died, and Pramudya's eyes from Hadiyanto's line also died, the man took Oma Angela who lived alone with him. Pramudya's uncle Bagas Hadiyanto also did not mind, if Oma Angela lived with her granddaughter especially Pramudya could control the health of Omanya.

"So Tamara's show tomorrow, you didn't bring Oma, did you?" Oma Angela looked at her granddaughter.

"No Oma. Know that Oma is lazy with such a frenetic event..."

"Pram, don't get you drunk. Oma knew that such an event must have been an alcoholic beverage... Remember your promise to Oma and your late mother..."

"Good."

***

It's Wednesday afternoon

Zara arrives at a house that is not luxurious according to the business card given by Pramudya. The girl hesitated a little but she ventured to squeeze the doorbell of the house. Before long, came out a woman in her early forties who looked attractive even though she only wore a dress from simple batik.

"Yes? Find who?" Ask the woman.

"I'm sorry, I'm looking for Andrea... I was given this business card from Mr. Pramudya..." Zara replied while showing the business card.

"Ah, mbak Zara... Comein. I've been waiting." The woman, whose name was Andrea, opened the gate and let Zara in.

"Sorry Mom Andrea, I'm a little late..."

"I know you took your grandma to wash your blood, right? It's okay because my late mother was the same so you know how long it took. Come on in..." Andrea invited her into her artistic home with white shades there. The sound of the barking of a small white dog bischon frisee made Zara surprised.

"Are you afraid of dogs?" Ask Andrea.

"No Ma'am. I'm even worried about seeing it..." Zara smiled as she crouched down and gave the back of her hand for the dog to recognize the smell.

"Name Tata... I've been living alone with Zara since my husband died in an accident with his parents Pramudya. And I had experienced the depression of losing my beloved husband until my job at personality school was abandoned. It was Pram who got me back up and now opens a private course at my house... Usually the workers are new and have to attend many dinner parties ... They should know her etiquette." Andrea then took Zara to the dining room.

The girl saw how the countertop had been arranged various kinds of tableware of various types and sizes, glasses of various types and sizes and other equipment. Duh, is it used for anything? Zara felt dizzy looking at him while she only knew three types of spoons, a large spoon, a small spoon and a vegetable spoon.

"Let's get started. I'm a little assertive Zara but it's for your good. If you already understand, then I will teach you how to walk with high heels that are graceful anti-fall. What size are your legs?" Ask Andrea.

"Size 39 Ms. Andrea" Zara replied.

"Together with my feet. Okay, we're starting. You sit down !" Andrea's orders.

Zara sat down and was immediately allowed by Andrea.

"Sitting up straight indicates that you are not easily intimidated and show your face. Make a firm face ... Duh Zara, your face is beautiful and I know that Pram's business partner's show tomorrow will assess who Pram brought in. You already have a very sophisticated and classic face... My advice, when with Pram, is to make your face look like adoring him but when you sit down with those people, make your face like ice. I'm certain... Well like that !" Andrea exclaimed as Zara put on a flat face. "I love your face. Well we start today's lesson... "

Zara was at Andrea's house until seven o'clock in the evening and the girl learned many lessons from the beautiful woman. Zara returned to her home in a blue bird taxi because Pramudya had left a message that she did not want Zara to go home with an online taxi when she returned at night.

***

"How's Zara, Andrea?" Ask Pramudya at night.

"Oh my goodness Pram... She's like a pearl. I was playing a simple make up on her face... Astarghfirullah... Beautiful is not playing. It's just a simple make-up yet a heavy one. And she's a smart girl because three times I taught her that much cutlery, she managed to remember her. Pram, I like this girl ... Although simple but he holds a lot of potential there" praise Andrea.

Pramudya. Andrea is the most stingy person to give praise even his employees when learning etiquette with him, many are crying because Andrea is very fierce and assertive. "I ask Drea for help, make Zara a confident woman in the remaining two days."

"Are you kidding me, Pram? Building self esteem is not as easy as turning the palm of the hand... There must be an old process there !" Andrea Protest.

"Oh come on Andrea. I'm sure you can" Pramudya said.

Andrea just let out a long breath. "I'll try, Pram. But I didn't promise... It all depends on Zara."

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