MY ONE HOPE FOR YOU
Chapter 031

My footsteps have not stopped at the field where I usually sell, Ms. Waluyo has shouted hysterically.

"Oh my God, Princess. Alhmdulillahi robbil 'alamiin." shouted Bu Waluyo.

He ran up to me and just hugged me.

"Thank God, mom.. The princess is well now." I whispered to her.

As someone younger, I felt like I was being embraced sincerely and affectionately by a mother.

A warm embrace that doesn't even show the bullying side always makes me comfortable.

In her arms, Bu Waluyo suddenly shed tears.

I asked him, while trying to take off his subtle embrace.

"Bu Waluyo why are you crying?" ask me while smiling.

"The mother felt something was missing, nduk, when you were not selling. Although there is Jaka, but still the mother's chat can be more flowing if there is a Princess." he explained slowly.

My heart felt touched to hear the reply that Bu Waluyo had just uttered.

Like the reply of a guardian angel who was so calm, swept away all the hearts of men who heard it.

My conversation with Ms. Waluyo did not end just like that.

After I arranged my stall and also my merchandise, Ms. Waluyo also asked me a lot of questions.

Starting from wanting me to explain more details about my pain, because previously the answer given by Jaka was only limited to the outline.

Then also Bu Waluyo asked how Jaka school when he had to be licensed or whether it counted ditching by the school because it had to replace me to sell in the market.

Until finally I told more things until the last is in the chapter Jaka had to scream because of the bitter taste of herbal medicine given by Bu Cokro.

Even Miss Waluyo who heard my story got almost all the emotions.

I felt sorry when I had to endure the pain, so he laughed when he heard the story about Jaka.

All his expressions were so sincere, nothing was made up just for wanting to comfort me.

I feel the same way when I serve customers.

I, in my heart, am truly grateful that not a few people seem to care about me and my sister.

Until there is one foreign buyer, seen from his face like not the face of a Malang or even a Javanese.

When he said something, his speech was also increasingly supportive that he was not Javanese.

"Enak" he said while showing a face so enjoy my cooking.

"Thank you." I said briefly with a smile.

"You're the first time you've been to this area?" I continued to ask him that.

Thumbs up I got in return for my question.

What confused me was how he enjoyed my cooking.

Unlike the people in general who like not care about the look of my cooking.

This stranger paid close attention to every detail of the side dish, and also to some of the spices that were cut into large pieces.

"Taste you good, why not try a cooking competition?" tanyakanya.

I was stunned just hearing a short question from him.

"Honestly, it deserves to be served in front of a jury" he added before I even answered his question earlier.

"Cooking competition?" my many.

I feel like that's the stupidest question. But I couldn't help but question it not to come out of my mouth.

He laughed out loud at my question just now.

"Of course." she answered briefly while giving her business card.

— Rudy Gunawan, Head Chef Devide Hotel —

The person's name is Rudy Gunawan, and he is a head chef at one of the five-star hotels in Malang.

And just now, I got a compliment on my cooking from a head chef.