Handsome Chef Heart Enthusiasts
Chapter IV (Augusta Wimala)

I smiled with satisfaction looking at the two-story shop. This shophouse is the third branch of my bancir noodle shop. It is located in Banjarbaru. First plunge in the field of culinary entrepreneurship full of obstacles. Rampaged thugs, forced to close the same rivals, compiled buyers and others. But I did get through it. Slowly my dream of having many branches soon materialized.

I stepped foot into the stall mi bancir. Occasionally stop checking the dining table and chair to make sure it is neat and clean.

“Morning Chef,” greet the man in brown skin, rather fat and thin mustache. 

He is Zaini. His position is here as a courier. Though he was my student when he became a teacher of the practice at SMK Banjarmasin.

“Morning too. How, everything is in order?”

“Already, Chef.”

“Good.”

One by one, guests began to arrive. They are from the family, closest relatives, loyal customers of Mi Bancir in Banjarmasin Pelaihari and Hulu Sungai, Regent, Mayor, Governor and reporters of local television stations. Not wanting them to wait long, I immediately started the grand opening event Mi Bancir.

  The series of events itself is simple. The opening of the short speech as a thank you for the presence of the guests, the reading of the divine address, the joint prayer guided by Ustaz, and the question and answer session for journalists.

Go to the question and answer session.

“What is the motivation of Chef Agus opening a branch of bancir noodle shop in Banjarbaru?”

I focused the question. My gaze was fixed on the woman standing across from this wanker stall. That woman was my first love. My mind started to reminisce a few years ago.

...***...

Audition gallery

From a distance I noticed a beautiful woman presenting her cooking. The more I pay attention to it, the greater the vibration in this heart. Maybe it's called being fascinated. Which fascinated me with him, shoulder-length hair, chubby cheeks but a pointed nose and when seen from his face, it seemed like he was an Arab reply.

"Include yourself" said Chef Junaidi. It is said that the jury was stirred. I don't know. I'm at home without a television, so I don't know how fierce the judges are in this competition.

"My name is Naura Khairunnisa. From Banjarmasin."

Oh, her name is Naura. What a pretty name. And just like I am Banjarmasin. I don't know why my heart is growing.

"What dishes did you bring?"

"I brought with me the manganese tamarind iwak patin paduam (burn)."

Three jurors tasting Naura cuisine. A moment later Chef Junaidi melted what he ate. Suddenly my feeling was not good.

"His fruit was pale like a sick man with cancer. Then, the cuisine is as bland as the life of an annual single person."

They want to be sad, but concerned. It turns out that Chef Junaidi is fiercely ugly. One side of the dime too.

Someone found my shoulder. I looked to the side. "Hey, Bro. Diliat aja tuh gis. Get to know that."

"Dant. If we both pass the audio and enter the gallery."

That was the beginning of my falling in love with Naura.

...***...

Zaini nudged my hand while whispering, “Chef, let's answer the reporter's question.” His finger pointed at the shoulder-haired female reporter.

Immediately I woke up from the daydream. Astagfirullah, the effects meet again with Naura, so remember the times of competition. Yup, me and Naura got to the final. I think Naura is approachable because she is both in Banjarmasin. Turns wrong. His attitude always judges me. I don't know what's wrong with him. Ah, nevermind.

“Then the question is what?” I whispered to Zaini.

“He is motivated Chef open branch here.”

I nodded. Back to mic.

“Sorry I lack focus. My motivation is simple, I want to continue to preserve Banjar cuisine. Who knows, young people in Banjarbaru have not known Banjar cuisine. Definitely growing my sustenance as well. Hehehe.”

Seconds by seconds keep rolling. Without feeling the entire series of grand opening events has been passed. Although a bit less focused, eventually everything went well.

Ting!

Wa notification appears. I read the message at Wa. From the publisher editor.

Is the recipe finished? Today is the deadline.

I reply.

Little more. I will send it to email later.

Rather than me daydreaming Naura continuously, I better write a recipe. I went to the work desk. Just opened the laptop HP ring again. There's 1 more Wa message. When seen, Naura's longevity. Just talked him into chat.

When the shop closed, Naura greeted me and asked for a WA number. I love. A chance to approach him.

At first we chat was just a stale base, asking for news, again what. I was the laziest typing chat. I called him. Naura allows night-time phone calls. We exchanged stories beginning to establish a culinary business. However, he ended up asking about the thing that was wearing less. He asked for the recipe for Bancir noodles. From here I know the purpose of Naura asking for my WA number. What do I have to answer?

I accidentally turned off the phone. He sent a WA message.

Chef Naura: How is it closed? I was wrong, right? Sorry if I am not interested in the question.

Me : If the recipe Bancir noodles yours what?

I returned the question. Who did he leak the recipe for?

After a few minutes of Naura never reply, I continued to write the recipe.

...***...

09.00

I was at Mi Bancir. Still quiet. From the distance Cafe Naura. Yesterday I saw Cafe Naura go to a new menu. I became curious to taste Naura cuisine let alone the latest menu. However, one side of the prestige to it.

Suddenly Zaini came. Pucuk loved ulam also arrived. The place painted on my lips.

"That's why you're coming now."

With a puzzled expression, Zaini said, "what's the matter, Brother?"

"There's nothing. I just want to ask for help."

"What mintol?"

"Please go to Cafe Naura. You bought the best food and the new menu."

I reached into my pocket and gave hundreds of thousands of dollars to Zaini. "This is the money."

"Ready, Brother."

Zaini rushed to attack Cafe Naura. After 10 minutes, Zaini brought back the plastic containing Naura cuisine. I went to the kitchen to taste the food.

When I taste, it turns out to be delicious too. Fitting on the tongue. Naura intelligently collaborates two different menus to be delicious. I admire Naura more.

“Ciyeee .. smile yourself abis cicipin cuisine cafe opposite. Chef Naura's crush huh?” goda Zaini's.

“What the hell. Ordinary of tuh. But how do you know the owner Chef Naura?”

“My wife's candidate became a manager at Naura Cafe as well as a neighbor and friend of Chef Naura.”

“Oh.” I'm oh-ria. “Oh, yes, you know how long has Chef Naura set up a cafe across?”

“It was a few years ago. Wh why? Curious huh? If you have a crush, get it, ask yourself.” Zaini back teased me.

“Already, you're back to work there. Already have entry orders?” I switched the conversation.

“Already, Boss. I want to take the menu to Martapura. I'm sorry.”