After officially accepting Nafisa as her employee, this afternoon Wildan deliberately asked Nafisa to eat a lot of lunch. Of course it made Nafisa surprised.
"Give me this kind of attention, Wildan. Is there anything extra I can do later?" asked Nafisa as she took a seat near Wildan.
Wildan looked up to see Nafisa who was sitting nearby. The next second, the woman took the lunch box that Wildan had brought from her kitchen.
When Nafisa opened the large lunch box, Nafisa was quite surprised because the contents of the food were very large and it was not one person's portion.
"You made this grilled chicken rice?" asked Nafisa as she handed the lunch box to the owner. Wildan took it and closed the food. Apparently, Wildan wanted to talk about many things at this time.
"I purposely made a lot of food. And it's all for you."
"What?!" Nafisa was really surprised to hear this. How not, it feels like to spend it all Nafisa will not be able to do. After all, Nafisa suspects that Wildan is being nice because he has a specific purpose.
"Now explain to me, why are you doing this and want to cook food for me? Don't tell me you put poison in it, okay?" asked Nafisa with a look in her eyes looking for the truth in it.
Ignoring this, Wildan rose from his seat. The man had already written today's order to him. You could say that when Wildan took his customers' order books, Wildan's face lit up. Soz no wonder the man immediately smiled happily when he gave it to Nafisa.
"Today the kitchen section is on vacation and cannot continue all the work that was left behind, Nafisa," said Wildan giving an explanation.
"Then?" asked Nafisa in a slightly lowered voice. His face also looked worried because he felt that everything Wildan had written about the order was very much. Nafisa is only afraid that tasks that shouldn't be done will be thrown at her.
So… Nafisa knew that the reason Wildan told her to eat a lot was to get a lot of energy.
"You help me. Are you as an employee going to secretly watch your own boss work? What's the point of me recruiting if I can't be helped?"
Wildan instead asked with a look that was quite annoying in Cakra's eyes. How not, this behavior really makes Nafisa have no other choice to remain silent. Especially when you know that everyone in the shop is still there. But why did he have to help Wildan alone?
Nafisa somewhat objected because the number of orders that had to be done today was 1000 cupcake brownies.
"Wildan, I give up. I can't force myself to do this cake in one day. Besides, it's no. Does that mean that if you have to finish tomorrow morning at 07.00 PM, then the only way is staying up late?" asked Nafisa to confirm this.
Wildan did not immediately answer. But seeing this, it was clear that Wildan understood that Nafisa objected. In fact, Wildan really hopes to be helped.
"Yeah, I should have stayed up late. But I'm sure if we both do it well, it won't be until midnight how come it's finished," said Wildan encouragingly.
Once again, Wildan's enthusiasm for Nafisa is nonsense. There's no way it could be that fast.
"Wildan, don't think like this, please. I know you must be dizzy because there is no one to help you. But that doesn't mean we can lie like this. You should know that there are still many people who can help you."
"The method?" asked Wildan not understanding. "Is there anyone else who can help me? My cake recipe is at least the way to make it closer to chef Dikta, it's you, Nafisa. You never went to school or courses, but you can make a cake as good as a chef. That's why I'm asking for your help.
You take it easy, I will pay all your income immediately after the business of making this cake is done. Okay, Maya?" Wildan's offer increasingly pleaded with Nafis.
'How about this? If I faint from exhaustion it's dangerous!' cursed Nafisa. Nafisa's fault at this time, she didn't tell Wildan that Nafisa had low blood pressure. Even if she is a little tired, let alone staying up all night, it will be difficult for Nafisa to do all of that.
But on the other hand, Nafisa was tempted by the offer given by Wildan. It seemed, to be able to get money quickly had to sacrifice his health. Nafisa knows that her mother at home is in need of a lot of money to support her daily life.
"Okay then, we'll head to the kitchen, Wildan. The faster it is done, the faster everything will be done," said Nafisa, pulling Wildan's hand, who was dreaming in his chair.
"What else are you dreaming about?" asked Nafisa, forced to stop herself from pulling Wildan upstairs.
"I feel something strange, Nafisa," replied Wildan with a sad look.
Nafisa was surprised by expression's Wildan looks very excited. Then at this time, Wildan was like a person who had not eaten.
"No wonder you look lethargic. You haven't had lunch yet, Wildan! Alright, you better eat now so you can get excited about making cakes. Come on, don't delay like this for too long!" said Nafisa asking everyone to do it quickly. But again, Wildan could only shake his head weakly. His hand chose to grip Nafisa's two fingers gently.
Nafisa's hand, which had a normal temperature before, then turned cold.
How not, Nafisa was surprised because this was the first time she was treated so gently by another man.
"Wretched. What do you want to do to me, Wildan?" asked Nafisa to the point. Shame on him because Wildan never let go of his hand.
"Why are your hands so cold, Nafisa? Is there anything that makes you feel unwell? But not because of the food I made for you, right? I don't mix anything in the food you eat, Nafisa. You don't accuse you of getting sick because I gave you poisoned food."
Nafisa nodded her head. Although his heart was quite annoyed because Wildan seemed to be throwing stones and hiding his hands. Nafisa hasn't really been sick yet, but Wildan has already been told something like that. From here, Nafisa knew that when she was sick, the man would not help her.
"You have to be a strong woman," Nafis thought, encouraging himself.
Not long after, it was Nafisa who finally came to her senses and tried to get her hands off Wildan. At the same time, the woman crossed her arms with an obnoxious look on her face. How could he not be annoyed, Wildan had been trying to interrogate him, while Nafisa herself felt that Wildan's hand felt strange.
"Sorry, I wanted to ask. What's wrong with your hand, Wildan? Why is it so warm when you hold it?" asked Nafisa surprised.