The Da Lusi's Rival

The restaurant atmosphere became busier towards lunchtime. Many customers came for hunting their favorite lunch menus.

Now and then, I go straight to the customer desks to help other employees who are in trouble. Ah, it turns out that this activity is a bit tiring, I just realized it.

Towards the end of the office break, the restaurant began to be quiet. And, finally I can steal time and slip to sleep in Aunty Lusi's office.

I was too tired, my eyes need to be closed even for a moment. Before I really fell asleep, it's my habit to glance at the clock; which showed 03.10 PM.

Within seconds, the consciousness disappears like being swallowed by the earth, slumbering without realizing what was happening to the surroundings.

It felt like just a second ago my eyes were closed, suddenly an employee woke me up because a customer protested. I glanced at the clock before stepping outside, my sleep duration was only 20 minutes.

Ah, it's annoying, but it's my responsibility.

I followed her to meet the 50s man who has complained about the restaurants bad services. He started criticizing many things after seeing my appearance.

I tried to calm myself while listening to his long protests. Nothing escaped from his criticism, the taste of foods and the restaurant services was terrible in his judging.

The criticism is extraordinarily spicy, half badmouthing the owner of the Da Lusi. Of course, someone's patience has its limits, I can't bear to hear him repeated the same criticism.

"Sorry Pak Cik, as an apology because the food isn't suit your tastes, you don't have to pay", I said.

[Pak Cik is similar to "Sir"]

My answer made him even more inflamed. He became angrier because in his perception, what I said was tantamount to demeaned him like someone who can't settle the expensive bill.

That old man kept rambling on, as if the mistake I did was terrible. I was exhausted of his nonsense criticism.

Someone came to help mediate the hot debate, the mediator was Hanan Mikail. I just found out that the customer who protested was En. Jamal, the rival of Aunty Lusi.

["En." is similar to "Mr."]

His pleasure is finding the fault of Da Lusi and its owner. According to Hanan, En. Jamal's restaurant also has a lot of customers, but he is still jealous of Da Lusi's successes.

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