Handsome Chef Heart Enthusiasts
Chapter XVIII (Augusta Wimala)
Many people want to succeed but many also do not know the key to success. Success is in the heart. Sometimes we focus too much on wanting to be successful, but forget to play the heart.
What kind of heart? Use your heart to help others, and to provide solutions to the environment. When the heart can do good deeds, good things come back to us. Success will be easier to achieve, even it comes itself to us.
I am thankful that at the age of three heads, all forms of success have been successfully held by me. Starting from the success of pursuing five different professions namely Chef, teacher, fashion designer, culinary entrepreneur and entertainer. Successfully pay off the installment of private homes, cars and apartments in Jakarta. Most importantly, success leads parents to set foot into the holy land of Mecca. Although still umroh. The only success I have not been able to achieve is success as a good household priest. How can I be a good household priest if my wife does not exist? It may be true what people around me say that I am too busy with work so forget about finding a mate. The deepest corner of my heart believes the ribs will come on their own at the right time. Why is it so hard to find him?
Drrrttt ..
My chest shook violently not because there was a beautiful girl passing by, but a smartphone in the pocket of a shirt. I grabbed that thing to make sure what made it vibrate? Is there a phone call, text message or social media notification? Turns out on screen smarphone says ‘Anwar Calling’.
I have known Anwar since 2011. He is a friend and the toughest rival when participating in cooking at private tivi stations. A hilarious personality, silly behavior, easily touched by the suffering of others, and upholding politeness make me feel at home with him.
Two years ago, when I founded the Yogyakarta branch of Mie Bancir, I immediately invited him to participate. I put him in as manager. Once pessimistic, my hunch he would refuse. Since the cooking event finished he became a celebrity chef and host culinary events in private tivi. However, who would have thought that reality was exactly the opposite of conjecture? He is willing to join Mie Bancir Yogyakarta.
I shifted the green color phone icon to the red sign answering Anwar's call.
“Hallo, Chef Agus. Now you go to Jogja. There was an emergency incident, there were 1 thug ruffled Noodle Bancir Jogja.”
My eyes glared at Anwar's words. “Loh, how can you? Where's the security guard there? Have you ever done anything wrong to those thugs?”
“The story is long. The important thing is Chef Agus now come here!”
“Oke, now I book a flight ticket to Jogja.”
Clik. Anwar disconnects the phone.
“Yoga!” call me.
Just like Anwar Yoga is also a manager. The difference is Yoga personal manager whose job is to set my schedule.
Stunned, he approached me. “What's up, Chef?”
“Now also booking a flight ticket to Jogja. Noodles Bancir branch Jogja ruffled thugs.”
The expression of Yoga turned cheap. “Hah? Seriously? But fifteen minutes more Chef Agus there is a schedule to be a judge on the UKK-Ujian vocational competence of SMK Negeri 4 Banjarmasin. Does Chef want to cancel being a judge there?”
I thought for a moment. I could have canceled being a UKK jury, but for me canceling a job is like giving up responsibility. A real man will not give up the slightest responsibility. “Do not. Yes already, you booked a ticket to fly to Jogja at three o'clock in the afternoon.”
“OK. Ready, Boss!”
Because of the time to mepet, I rushed packing things to fly to Yogya later in the afternoon. When done carrying out responsibilities, you can immediately leave for Syamsuddin Noor Airport.
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Because the departure of the plane to Banjarmasin-Yogyakarta was delayed, I arrived at Mie Bancir Yogyakarta right at seven p.m. You know what's going on? The business conditions that I have built for 2 years are more concerning. The table, the bench all broke, the plates, the glasses, the bowls were smashed to pieces, even worse the ingredients of making pansy noodles scattered on the floor. Oh my God, seeing a scene like this suddenly my heart aches. Much more pain than when parting with sexy lips girl.
Sexy lip girl is my nickname for Naura Khairunnisa. Our meeting was during a cooking competition at a private tivi station. Three months in quarantine our relationship is getting closer. Even though he always sniffed every time I approached. That's how it is. Honey, once the competition ended we were both busy carrying out our respective activities.
Okay, forget the past. It is important now to find a solution to the problem of destruction of rice noodles branch Yogya. I call all employees want to hear the chronology of the incident. They flocked to me while bowing their heads. There was a look of guilt on their faces.
“There are people who want to explain chronologically why can a pancir noodle be like this?” ask me.
Employees instead of answering my questions, they looked at each other to Anwar. Their view seems to say, “War, you are the only one who clearly chronologically.”
“Begini Chef, this afternoon when the cafe was again his rame-ram suddenly came 10 thugs big-gede body. They instantly destroyed the contents of this cafe.” It was Anwar who came forward to explain the true chronology of events.
“Pak Mugi to where? How come they destroyed the cafe?”
“You know who those thugs are? Don't you guys ever have a problem with them?”
“I've been interrogating employees, but they no one ever made it to those thugs. Earlier one of the thugs handed this letter to me, he said this letter to Chef Agus.”
I received the letter Anwar gave me. “Yes already, you better just go home. Let me still want to be alone first.”
One by one the employees left the cafe. Now I live sitting at the cashier table while reading the letter given by Anwar.
This is just the beginning. If you were still my rival, I'd give you a worse surprise than this.
I shuffled my hair in frustration. Oh my God what should I do? Report police? I just don't know who did it. I never felt like I was competing with anyone. My fellow entrepreneurs I consider to be friends. Should I close this business? If it remains I fear the threat in this letter will occur.
Suddenly I felt my shoulder being touched gently by a woman. One of the women must not have come home. “I told you, you go home first. I still want to be alone first.”
“Sorry, Chef. I'm not a workwoman here.”
The deg!
My guess is wrong. If not the employee who else? However, judging from the sound of his cry I know. I heard that voice a month ago. To make sure it was right or not, I turned my head around.
In front of me stood a beautiful woman, about 150 cm tall. Not skinny, but not fat either. Song said dangdut, just mediocre. He also has a right tooth, a pony hair and a mole over his left lip. Either just my vision or she does look like Tania in the soap opera Blessing Love?
“Love, what are you doing here?”
“Before I want to buy pancir noodles eh pancir noodles alarming conditions. What happened exactly, Chef?”
“You sit down first so it's good to chat.”
After he sat down next to me, I handed him the letter Anwar gave him.
“Exploitation. This is not a playful threat, Chef should report to the police.”
“I don't want no fuss. Ntar that there are reporters on arrival. What do you think I should do besides report to the police?”
“Hmmm ... what is it?” The girl next to me propped up her right hand on her chin. Judging from his expression, he seemed to be thinking hard. A moment later his face turned bright. “Where if Mas Agus holiday where it is. Your brain needs a picnic. Who knows, after you come home from a picnic, you will find the best solution. Or you can try a new profession.”
Kinta's last proposal caught my attention. Suddenly a silly idea popped up in my head. “What if we exchange professions?”
“Hah? Exchange professions? Piye? Ora mudeng me.”
“So gini, for one full month I will leave all my activities and learn to pursue your profession. For example, writing a novel. I want to explore the world of literacy further.”
“Exchange profession? I think it's fun too. Okay, I agree. When do we start exchanging professions?”
“What if you start next month? This month I want to complete my responsibilities first as a judge and moderator of seminar.”
“OK, no problem.”
I admire the woman next to me. She is not only beautiful, but also smart to give creative ideas. Proven to be able to provide a solution in the midst of my confusion. That's the kind of woman I've been looking for all this time.
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1 \= How is the story? Don't understand me.