FLOWER GIRL DANCER CAKE VENDOR

FLOWER GIRL DANCER CAKE VENDOR
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The flowers finished making the cake, the 30 cakes he managed to make. The flowers then put the cake in a box. Not to forget Flowers left 2 cakes for her mother who has not returned from her neighbor's house. Then Bunga left for the cake shop, before leaving Bunga also sent a message to his mother.


Until at the flower shop put an artificial cake today into the storefront, he arranged it neatly. Flowers also arrange cakes that have been made by Rina, in the taste of the cake is ready Flowers change the hangers close to open, which indicates the shop is open and ready to serve the buyer.


Half an hour passed, there was a buyer coming in. Bunga and Rina greeted him at the same time "Good morning, please".


The buyer smiled sweetly at Bunga and Rina, then the buyer noticed the new Bunga-made cake.


"That's a new cake, I just saw it" he asked.


"Yes, lady, it was only today made for my employer" replied Rina with a sweet smile.


"Well, I take that 2 and chocolate cake cup 2, please wrap yes. All black coffee bitter 2" pinta the buyer.


"All right, wait a minute. Please sit down first" said Rina.


Rina immediately made 2 bitter black coffee and wrapped the cake the buyer ordered. Felt finished wrapping everything Rina gave the order to the buyer and the buyer paid for it. Buyers take turns coming and going, many buyers are interested and buy it.


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Aditya POV


Today is the end of Sunday, Aditya is off to work. He was lazy to wake up, he saw the clock was still at 9 am. There's an incoming message on his phone "Hi bro, it's awake yet. I'm buying lunch today. I'm waiting at the usual place" a message from Rian. Aditya replied "okay".


Aditya came out of the room, seeing his father relaxing on the sofa while drinking a cup of coffee. "For the father, Aditya goes first" said Aditya at once saying goodbye. " Where are you going" asked Hermawan. "There was a promise with Rian" Aditya replied and left his father.


Aditya drove his vehicle to the flower shop. Arriving at the store Aditya entered and did not see the figure of the woman in the shop. "Where is your boss" asked Aditya to Rina. " Mother is in master's kitchen" replied Rina while pointing out the direction of the kitchen. Aditya goes to the kitchen that Rina shows. Without a sound Aditya entered the kitchen, found his heart was making cake dough, his beautiful face full of flour did not remove his beautiful face.


Aditya just silently watched the Flower. "Whenever he was making a cake, the last time I saw him practice his face dancing was like that" Aditya muttered. Flowers finally realized the arrival of Aditya, "have long come" asked Bunga suddenly startled Aditya's daydream. "What" asked Aditya back, because he did not hear the question of Flowers. "Have you been here a long time and daydreaming" asked the seductive Flower. "O didn't just" Aditya replied, coming in and sitting on one of the chairs. "I'm done, wait a minute" Pinta Bunga. "Not to be in a hurry, it's still half-day too. You just finish making the cake" Aditya replied. "Well, what do you want to drink" asked Bunga. "A cup of bitter black coffee may be" Aditya pinta.


Bunga went to make a cup of coffee and got him 1 cake that he made today. "Here drink and eat" flower pinta, while putting a cup of coffee and cake. "I don't like cake, you just take it" Aditya pinta said. "Try, if it's not good you can throw up again" cried Bunga, while continuing to make a cake. Aditya drank some Bunga-made coffee and tried the cake a little bite. Aditya felt a different taste of the cake, "It's also delicious this cake, not sweet or bitter, the taste is suitable for this coffee friend" said Aditya. Aditya enjoys the cake and coffee while paying attention to Flowers. Flowers that saw Aditya liked with his homemade cake smiled with satisfaction.


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Thank you for reading my novel.. Hope you like it, and don't forget likes, comments and votes.. Sorry if there is still a lot wrong, understand still just learning.