Nafisa gasped when she heard such a statement coming out of Wildan's mouth. She don't know what Wildan is thinking right now.
Actually Nafisa wanted to refute. Considering that her goal in coming to Wildan's house is to get a job as a production of pastels that Wildan sells.
"Does he mean refusing me as an employee? Is this a subtle form of refusal, that's why he wasn't honest with his mother for what I came here for?" Nafisa thought with all her thoughts.
"You talk at length. Let's eat and drink first," said Gea, not seeming too concerned about all the explanations of her daughter just now.
"Thank God the two of you are getting closer like this. Nafisa is playing at home, so it must be welcomed," said Gea again.
She also thrust the plate containing the pastel in front of Nafisa's face.
"Try it, Naf. It ia made by Wildan. That's why it sells so well. How much profit can Wildan make from selling on social media?"
Gea looked at her daughter with a sparkling face. Intending to explain how successful Wildan's culinary business.
Nafisa herself could not deny this fact. Judging from the shop adjacent to Wildan's house, the cake shop is quite spacious and looks luxurious.
One word when Nafisa saw a shop that she initially thought was not Wildan's. Classic luxury cake shop.
Not just luxury. However, when Nafisa saw the appearance of the pastel in front of her eyes, it really made her taste good. Not to mention the aroma that makes your stomach rumble instantly.
"I also a chef, Mom. It's a loss if I study abroad if the results are disappointing. Later sales will definitely increase rapidly again, Mom," replied Wildan in a slightly arrogant style.
But no matter what, Nafisa reflexively nodded slowly. She agree if a people to be arrogant if it's according to the facts.
Gea still thrusts the pastel in front of Nafisa. Quickly, Nafisa took it. She chewed with hdf mouth slowly. Taste all the flavors of the cake make by Wildan.
"It's really good," Nafisa whispered unconsciously.
"Of course," replied Wildan, smiling proudly at Nafisa, who was praising his pastel.
"Nafisa likes pastels too?" said Gea with a mouth full of food.
"Yes, Auntie. Mom and I have also made pastels. But it's been a long time. This cake tastes very similar to the recipe handed down from my grandmother,"
"What did you say? Don't compare my pastel taste, with the pastel flavor made by your family. My recipe is classy and there's nothing like it," said Wildan, not accepting Nafisa's words.
It's true, Wildan suddenly got in a bad mood. He was already happy and soared into the air, remembering that his pastel creations had been praised.
But really, Wildan does not accept that his creations are juxtaposed with those of other people.
"I'm serious, Wildan. It tastes very similar. Could it be that you stole my grandmother's recipe, huh?"
Nafisa doesn't want to stay silent. It's clear that she doesn't accept it because Wildan explains everything in a strict state.
"No, you're the one coming along!" Wildan did not accept. He snapped back.
"You!" Nafisa also snapped
So the two of them spoke negatively to each other. Their forefingers collided with each other, pointing at the other's face.
Gea, who had been chuckling slightly to see the emotional conversation, wasn't too scared. Everything just ends in chatter not wanting to give in to each other.
"Wait," said Gea, spreading her arms towards Wildan and Nafisa. "You two calm down first. Don't fight like this mother has an idea for you two,"
Wildan was silent with his flat attitude. Meanwhile, Nafisa, who was still filled with emotion, chose to snort in disgust with her hands folded and turned her face the other way.
"Look, how about you two work together?"
"Cooperation?!" exclaimed Nafisa and Wildan in unison.
"You two are really compact," giggled Gea, laughing at their conversation, which was not playing together.
"Yes. So the two of you can develop this pastel business to make it more successful. You two must have understood how to make this business successful. If so, surely you know how to take this business well. The point is that you are in the same vision, "
"But, Auntie-"
"Okay, Mom. Wildan will think about it later," said Wildan.
"Huh?" Nafisa was surprised.
She immediately threw a punch without force to Wildan's shoulder. "How come you want to play accept it?"
"Keep silent, please! Please eat. I want to go first," said Wildan. He rose from his seat and kissed the back of his mother's palm.
Without permission to return to Nafisa, finally Wildan left the house. A casual conversation was re-established between Nafisa and Gea.
At night.
Gea watched her son who was so enthusiastic about taking care of Wildan business books. Feeling the time was right, Gea approached her son who was now keeping all the notes on the table away.
Wildan seemed to be twirling his chair. His head looked up at the ceiling.
What Gea couldn't help thinking about when she saw her son was Wildan's sweet smile that was hard to disappear from his face.
"What have you been smiling about earlier?" said Gea while chuckling towards her son.
"Uh, Mom?" Wildan was quite surprised and immediately invited his mother to sit in his chair.
The man still had a sweet smile on his face. Both hands give thumbs up.
"I think I've got the employee I want, Mom. Nafisa seems to be destined to be my employee,"
Employees.
Wildan shook his head casually.
"Mama, do you know that Nafisa's purpose in coming here was not to visit. But her main purpose was to come here to apply for a job. Well, since she herself doesn't seem to have a problem, it's better to become an employee, right?"
"Gosh, are you like that, Wildan? Does that mean you want to hire her as a maid in your shop?"
"Hm helper? No, Ma. More precisely, a production employee. Anyway, don't worry, I'll give salary to Nafisa many times later.
I've always been looking for someone with experience. myriad about the world of pastels,"
Wildan explained with a facial expression that continued to develop a perfect smile.
No longer able to talk at length with her child, Gea could only shake her head.
"Well, I can't interfere with your business, Wildan. But I hope that Nafisa will be treated well. I don't want to hear that you employ people arbitrarily. Don't let Nafisa only work a day or two, and she immediately stops. "
How could Gea not worry about her child. So far, Wildan is known as a pretty cruel owner. So it's not surprising that Wildan keeps on changing his workers.
"Don't be cruel, hey!" Gea hissed back and walked away just like that..
Wild chuckled. "Mom, distinguish between cruel and strict. Here I am only the owner of a firm but angelic heart." said Wildan in his low voice that was proud of himself.