That particular morning, Rizwan found himself enveloped in a sense of unusual stillness as he gazed out from behind the window of their modest apartment situated in Brooklyn, a vibrant borough known for its diversity and artistic flair. The winter sun made a grand entrance, casting a warm glow that reflected off the brick walls, creating a picturesque scene reminiscent of a peaceful post-storm tableau often depicted in classic films. The light transformed the familiar urban landscape into something ethereal, as if the city momentarily paused to embrace the tranquility that followed a tumultuous storm. Seated at their simple yet cozy dining table, two steaming cups of coffee awaited them, exuding a bitter aroma that harmonized beautifully with the scent of freshly toasted bread and the indulgent hint of creamy butter—a delightful breakfast that, due to their busy lives, was a luxury they rarely had the chance to savor, allowing themselves the time to fully appreciate the comfort and warmth of their intimate abode.
Across from him, Emma sat serenely, her hair tied back in a casual, effortless way that framed her face, which still bore the delicate traces of fatigue from their long journey home from Indonesia. However, despite the weariness, her eyes radiated a soothing calm, a gentle reminder of the strength she possessed. "It feels strange, doesn't it?" she mused softly, twirling her cup thoughtfully in her hands as if contemplating the stark contrasts of their lives. "Just yesterday, we were surrounded by our family in the village, waking to the cheerful sound of roosters crowing in the early morning light, the air thick with laughter and the aromas of traditional cooking... and now, here we are, nestled among the sirens and the ceaseless roar of the subway that echoes through our Brooklyn street every single day."
Rizwan offered a thin, understanding smile, an unspoken acknowledgement of the longing they both felt for the duality of their lives. "Two worlds that we both consider home now," he replied, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and pride. "In our hometown, we are constantly reminded of our roots, of where we come from, and the rich tapestry of our heritage. In contrast, here in New York, we are continually confronted with the struggles we are enthusiastically battling to establish ourselves and make our mark."
As his gaze shifted to the table, Rizwan's eyes landed on a piece of paper that had been carelessly resting in the middle of their breakfast setup: the draft of the restaurant's new schedule, filled with lists of staff responsibilities, including the eager names of Aldi and Raka, two new hires who would soon be making the lively leap to New York, along with a rough sketch of the small but significant expansion plan they were diligently working toward. The thick, hastily scrawled pencil lines on the paper were laden with the weight of Rizwan's unending thoughts and ideas, reflecting the storm of creativity and plans that never truly halted, even in these quiet moments spent in the comfort of home.
"Um," Rizwan began, inhaling deeply as if to gather courage, his voice coming out soft yet infused with confidence, "The next phase will undoubtedly be more difficult and challenging for us. We will be welcoming new staff from the village, along with accumulating responsibilities to our families, to our dedicated team, to the investors who believe in our vision, and to the embassy that has graciously assisted us with promotional efforts... and most importantly, to ourselves, as we strive to maintain our balance."
Emma nodded attentively, the weight of their current and future endeavors mirrored in her expression as she regarded Rizwan with sincerity. "That's precisely why we must prioritize one thing above all else: organizing our own lives, not just the business we've painstakingly built," she responded, her voice steady and resolute. "I fear the idea of us falling back into familiar patterns—we both know what happens when you spend too much time in the kitchen, and when I become overwhelmed with work at the front. We risk becoming just work partners rather than the husband and wife we should be, the supportive team that fuels each other's passion."
Rizwan fell silent for a moment, the weight of her words weighing heavily on his heart. He then rose, walking slowly to the window, his gaze drifting ponderously out at the bustling streets below that were gradually coming to life with the hustle of the morning crowd. "If you're truly honest," he prodded gently, still gazing outward without turning, "what do you fear most about all of this?"
Emma shifted her chair closer to him, leaning back thoughtfully as she pondered his question. "I'm afraid," she began, her voice trembling slightly as vulnerability seeped through, "that one day we will wake up to find our restaurant growing larger and more well-known, but at the expense of feeling like strangers to each other within our own home. I worry that the decisions we make concerning the business—who we choose to hire, whom we decide to partner with, and where we plan to expand—will gradually create a chasm between us, one that we might not even realize is forming until it's too late."
Rizwan turned then, locking eyes with Emma, a deep intensity in his gaze that spoke volumes of his understanding and commitment to their shared life. With only silence between them, he returned to his seat across from her, placing a blank sheet of paper atop the draft schedules, a powerful symbol of their desire to take control of their collective future. "In that case," he stated firmly yet gently, picking up a pen with purpose, "before we outline plans for the restaurant's future, we will carve out plans for ourselves, ensuring we secure our relationship first."
The corners of Emma's brow furrowed for a moment in curiosity, but soon a smile began to blossom across her face, igniting a spark of intrigue in her eyes. "What exactly do you mean?" she inquired, her tone light yet eager.
"We write down our boundaries, our priorities, and our dreams," Rizwan replied, his confidence growing with each word. "For instance: let's establish one night each week when we can forgo working late hours. A day each week dedicated solely to each other, where we can enjoy dinner together without a single thought of restaurant business encroaching on our time. A commitment to carve out time for ourselves—even amidst the restaurant bustling with customers and activity. And... knowing when to say 'no' to opportunities that could jeopardize the precious balance we are striving to maintain."
Emma chuckled softly at his earnestness, picking up a spare pen as her excitement grew. "All right, Chef. This is the toughest recipe you've ever brought to the table."
"The most important recipe," Rizwan responded, his tone unwavering as he recognized that their relationship was the foundation upon which everything else was built.
The two began writing furiously, and meaningful lines emerged on the sheet of paper: "Saturday night: close early, dinner for two." "Every three months: a short trip, at least one day without work calls." "Major investment decisions: must be approved by both partners, never succumb to time pressure." On the edge of the paper, Emma sketched a small line resembling a plate and spoon—an intimate symbol that implied that, in the end, taste and togetherness were fundamental to everything they set out to accomplish.
Hours later, they found themselves standing in front of the restaurant. The large glass door, emblazoned with the words "Rasa Rumah" (Taste of Home), mirrored the silhouettes of the two of them standing side by side, ready to embark on the next leg of their journey. Inside, the atmosphere buzzed with the dedicated energy of their team as they busily prepared for the day ahead: Miguel was expertly checking the stock of fresh ingredients, ensuring nothing was amiss, while Lena was meticulously arranging the tables, transforming the space into a welcoming haven. In the corner near the cash register, a laptop screen flickered to life, displaying a multitude of emails from the Consulate General of the Republic of Indonesia, the media, and potential investors, all eager to connect with the restaurant.
As soon as they stepped through the door, Miguel approached them with a warm grin, "Chef! Emma! Welcome back! How was your time in your hometown?"
"Warm, lively, and bursting with delicious food," Rizwan replied with a lighthearted laugh, unable to keep the joy from his voice. "It was also full of requests—things like hiring two new employees who will surely make the kitchen busier and infused with exciting stories."
Emma chimed in enthusiastically, "But most importantly, home reminded us that the foundation of all this isn't merely about numbers and customer reviews, but about family—our very essence."
Lena approached with a fully booked reservation book in hand, her expression brimming with excitement. "Oh yes, we're completely booked for tonight! We have several customers who've been our regulars for quite some time, and some even say, 'It feels like coming home every time we eat here.'"
Rizwan and Emma exchanged glances—there was a shared happiness blooming between them, a contentment rooted in an achievement that words could scarcely capture. "That was our goal from the beginning, wasn't it?" Emma said softly, her voice rich with appreciation as she assessed the fruits of their labor. "To cultivate a sense of home within this city that never sleeps, to provide comfort amidst the chaos."
That afternoon, they convened a small briefing with the entire restaurant team. Rizwan stood before them, holding the paper that he and Emma had collaboratively crafted, his heart swelling with pride as he addressed his team.
"Friends," he commenced, his voice steady and resonant, "today marks the beginning of a new chapter in our journey together. This isn't merely about a new menu or a fresh event; it encompasses the collective spirit with which we carry out our mission. This establishment doesn't just belong to Emma and me, but to all of us who have poured our hearts into this endeavor."
He glanced at Emma, whose nod of support offered him strength to continue. "Henceforth," he resumed, "we will strive to improve our organization concerning shift arrangements, aiming to ensure that everyone enjoys adequate and quality rest. We'll also initiate joint learning sessions—not just to refine cooking techniques, but to delve into the captivating stories behind each dish we serve, enabling you to relay those tales to our guests as if they were your own cherished narratives."
Miguel raised his hand, full of enthusiasm. "Chef, about the two new recruits from the village, Aldi and Raka—how should we go about incorporating them into the team?"
Rizwan allowed a meaningful smile to spread across his face. "Start with the fundamentals. Teach them how to wash vegetables, chop onions, and understand the discipline of hard work. But with every lesson, they will understand that they are not merely employees; they are integral parts of the larger story we are collectively crafting."
Emma interjected firmly, "And we will also implement a rotation for the night shifts. No one will work endlessly without taking breaks—including the Chef," she said pointedly, eyeing Rizwan to emphasize the importance of balance in workplace success.
Laughter erupted from the team, brightening the atmosphere as they shared in the joyful camaraderie. Rizwan raised his hand as if surrendering to the good-natured teasing. "Alright then," he acquiesced, "Chefs are human too and definitely need their moments of rest."
As the afternoon faded into evening, the restaurant began to fill with familiar faces, customers arriving with warm smiles that enveloped the space in a sense of belonging. Behind the bar, Emma watched Rizwan as he greeted guests with his trademark smile, making last-minute adjustments to the presentation of plates and sharing lighthearted banter with Miguel, who seemed to radiate energy. At one moment, their eyes met, and they exchanged an unspoken communication, a mutual understanding that everything was moving in the right direction. Emma gave him a thumbs-up, silently affirming, "We're on the right track, and there's no question about it."
Rizwan reciprocated with a small nod, rich with comprehension and boundless happiness. In his heart, he knew that something profound had shifted within them; it was no longer merely about seeking validation from the external world. Instead, it was about turning inwards to strengthen their foundations, ensuring that the flavors—both on the plate and in their hearts—remained vibrant and filled with unwavering determination.
As night descended, and the restaurant finally closed its doors, they stood together in the midst of the emptied room. The chairs had been stacked neatly, and the lights dimmed, leaving only the soft glow illuminating the bar, reminiscent of the warm light of a welcoming home. They stood assured in their intentions.
"If you look back," Emma asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "what is the one thing you least expected from your life right now?"
Rizwan pondered for a moment, collecting his thoughts before replying honestly, "That our dreams could take us this far... and amid it all, I find that I'm not standing alone, but rather standing alongside the person I love most dearly."
Emma stepped nearer, resting her head affectionately on Rizwan's shoulder, a tender gesture of support. "As for me," she continued, "I never anticipated that, among all the cities and kitchens in the entire world, my true home would be here—surrounded by the tantalizing aroma of sambal, accompanied by the familiar clattering of pans, with you always by my side."
Rizwan responded with soft laughter, then reached down to switch off the final remaining lamp that cast a gentle light. "If that's the case," he said, intertwining his fingers with Emma's, "tomorrow, we will continue our journey. There are still many flavors we have yet to share with the world."
As they ventured out into the memorable New York night air, the glass door of "Rasa Rumah" creaked softly as it closed behind them, preserving the true warmth and anticipation that awaited their return, promising a brighter day ahead filled with stories yet to unfold.
***
The following morning in Williamsburg unfolded like the turning of a page in a beloved book, filled with new beginnings and unexpected delights. Rizwan, who had always prided himself on being an early riser, found himself awake long before the sun had fully risen, compelled by an inner excitement that buzzed beneath the surface. The rich, inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee began to permeate their cozy apartment, wafting gently from the espresso machine that had just stirred to life in the corner of the kitchen, creating an atmosphere that hinted at the promise of a productive day. As he walked towards the kitchen, the soothing sound of water trickling from the hallway heralded his movements, a reminder of the calm before the day's increasing activity. Meanwhile, Emma lay peacefully asleep, curled up snugly under a thick, warm blanket, with a smile playing on her lips—a reflection of the serene calmness that enveloped the early hours of the morning.
As Rizwan commenced his morning routine, he made an effort to prepare a breakfast that was both simple and yet special—delicious kampung fried rice, paired perfectly with alluring sunny-side-up eggs and a homemade chili paste that he had painstakingly mixed the night before, selecting the freshest spices available. This small, intimate ritual was more than just a morning task; it served as a personal reminder to himself that amidst the whirlwind of ambition and the hectic pace of their city life, one's roots and origins should never be overlooked or forgotten.
When Emma finally awoke from her deep slumber, the enticing aroma emanating from the kitchen beckoned her gently, drawing her into the warmth of the space. With an affectionate stride, she approached Rizwan from behind and wrapped her arms around him in a loving embrace, offering him the warmth that typified their relationship—a deep understanding that flourished between them. "Good morning, my dear Chef. The magical scent of the chili sauce is certainly making my stomach growl with hunger. What exciting plans do we have for today? Are we going to have another mundane team briefing?" she asked playfully, her tone rich with curiosity.
Rizwan turned to face her, his heart swelling with affection, and gently pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Today holds something far more exhilarating than just a typical briefing, dear heart. We are looking forward to welcoming Aldi and Raka, who are coming to us from Indonesia. We will pick them up at the airport and head straight to the restaurant for their orientation. However, before we dive into that, we need to address a few personal matters that lingered from yesterday's hectic schedule," he elaborated, a hint of excitement reflecting in his eyes.
They settled together at their small kitchen table, an unassuming piece of furniture that had silently witnessed the many plans, dreams, and moments shared between them throughout their journey together. Emma, with a bright, red pen in hand, enthusiastically added a new point to their "Our Plans" sheet from the night before: "Monthly date night: no phones, no business talk." Rizwan, chuckling at the suggestion, responded both playfully and earnestly, "Deal," he agreed. "And let's not forget your brilliant addition: 'Sleep before 11 p.m., at least three times a week.' I solemnly promise to adhere to that guideline, even though the temptations of the kitchen often call me into the late hours."
The drive to JFK Airport was filled with shared stories, laughter, and the playful banter that characterized their relationship. As they cruised through the streets, Emma turned to Rizwan and shared an encouraging message she had received the night before from Dita, "She said Aldi and Raka are ready for the adventure ahead of them. She also mentioned with a chuckle, 'Give them hard work, but don't forget to make sure they eat well,' and she inquired after your well-being following the health crisis we recently navigated."
Rizwan nodded in appreciation, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter as a glimmer of warmth from his heart shone through his typically composed demeanor. "Dita is consistently like that—her selfless care never wavers, and I am truly grateful that she is part of this journey, even if it is from afar."
Upon their arrival at the airport, they spotted Aldi and Raka standing expectantly, their large suitcases in tow and expressions mingling excitement with a hint of nervousness. Aldi, appearing more mature than the last time they met, bowed respectfully, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Uncle Rizwan, Aunt Emma, thank you wholeheartedly for giving us this amazing opportunity. We are eager and ready to learn from the ground up!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.
Raka, the quieter of the two, added modestly yet warmly, "We brought a special gudeg recipe from Ms. Dita. She mentioned it has the potential to be an intriguing new addition to the menu."
Emma's face lit up with sincerity and enthusiasm. "That's fantastic! Let's take the recipe over to the restaurant straight away. Today you will join us for the team briefing, and tomorrow, you will begin your culinary journey with washing vegetables and chopping onions," she replied, excitement infusing her words.
Upon reaching the restaurant, the atmosphere buzzed vibrantly with activity, enveloping them in an inspiring whirl of voices and culinary creations underway. Miguel, a steadfast presence in the kitchen, greeted them enthusiastically with a robust and welcoming handshake. "Welcome, my brothers! Come, I will show you the ropes of our kitchen. The first rule is: clean before cooking and clean after cooking."
The morning briefing was an energizing moment filled with enthusiasm and anticipation. Rizwan stood confidently in front of the whiteboard, unveiling new ideas for the latest menu: "Today, we will be experimenting with Dita's exceptional 'Gudeg Brisket Fusion' recipe. The ingredients will consist of 4 kg of premium wagyu brisket, 3 kg of meticulously marinated young jackfruit, 4 liters of rich coconut milk, 400 grams of palm sugar, and the unique touch of teak leaves, all roasted low and slow at 75°C for a full 10 hours. Our plating will be completed with spicy krecek and perfectly boiled local eggs to impress our patrons."
Unable to contain his excitement, Aldi eagerly raised his hand like a student bursting with ideas. "Sir, can we add homemade spicy krecek? It will elevate the flavor profile even further!" he proposed, his enthusiasm palpable.
Miguel nodded appreciatively at Aldi's suggestion. "Great idea! However, timing is crucial—the krecek must be fried twice at 170°C; the first fry should last 2 minutes for that crispy outer layer, and the second fry should only take 30 seconds to achieve the ideal golden hue."
Lena, a seasoned waitress known for her keen insights, chimed in with her perspective, "To enhance the guests' experience, we should inform them that this recipe hails from the chef's hometown. Patrons often take pleasure in authentic stories and cultural connections!"
As the lunchtime approached, Rizwan and Emma decided to take a break on the rooftop, a sanctuary away from the hustle below, where they sat together to enjoy a simple yet fulfilling meal of fried noodles, prepared with love and accompanied by fresh, inviting cucumber slices. "Look at them down there," Emma remarked, her heart swelling with pride as she pointed through the window at the kitchen bustling with youthful vigor. "Aldi is already skillfully chopping onions while Raka is diligently practicing his blanching techniques. It's nostalgia and a reflection of us when we were young and just starting out."
Rizwan savored his food slowly, treasuring the moment of togetherness as he responded, "Absolutely. However, we now carry much greater responsibilities than before. An investor named Adam is scheduled to meet with us this afternoon to discuss the potential expansion of our branch into Queens. He mentioned that the Asian fusion market is really thriving right now."
Emma listened carefully, her brow furrowing slightly in contemplation. "You need to be cautious, Rizwan. Don't allow him to pressure us into expanding too hastily. Remember, our rule is that major decisions must always be made together," she advised, expressing her support and concern.
The afternoon meeting with Adam unfolded with a mix of tension and productive dialogue. As Adam opened his laptop and presented intriguing data, he shared his observations, "Rizwan, your sales have experienced a remarkable 40% increase since the Nusantara Night event. There's a substantial diaspora community in Queens—imagine establishing a small branch in the Flushing area, with a fast food menu that still retains authenticity."
Rizwan, feeling energized by the proposal, quickly articulated his conditions. "We are interested, as long as we put these terms in place: a local team from Indonesia must be involved in the operation, the menu ought to maintain 80% authenticity, and we need to establish a six-month trial period to ensure the quality is uncompromised."
Adam's face lit up with satisfaction at Rizwan's conditions. "That's precisely why I admire your approach. It's a deal. I will get the necessary documents ready for you next week."
That evening, the restaurant thrived as it filled with enthusiastic guests. Aldi and Raka impressed everyone with their debut in the kitchen, serving their first brisket gudeg dish to a VIP table occupied by a family of diaspora guests, who greeted the creation with warm applause echoing around the restaurant. "Amazing! It feels just like savoring gudeg straight from Yogyakarta, but reimagined with a premium touch!" one delighted guest exclaimed.
After the restaurant closed for the night, the team gathered to celebrate their success with a shared meal together. Miguel raised a glass of infused lemongrass in a toast, "To Aldi and Raka—welcome to the Rasa Rumah family! We are thrilled to have you aboard!"
Standing nervously yet gratefully, Aldi expressed, "Thank you, Uncle Rizwan and Aunt Emma. This truly is a dream realized for us. We vow to work diligently and with dedication!"
On the balcony, the quiet of the night served as a witness to Rizwan and Emma as they relished their time together in peaceful companionship, the cool night air refreshing their spirits. "Today has been absolutely perfect," Emma said, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "The business is flourishing, our team is becoming stronger day by day, and we still carve out precious moments for ourselves."
Rizwan nodded in agreement, wrapping his arm securely around her waist, a gesture that spoke volumes of their connection. "Today has come to an end, but tomorrow greets us with fresh opportunities: scouting in Queens. But for tonight, let's cherish just being together," he replied, his voice laced with warmth.
Above them, the stars twinkled brightly in the Brooklyn sky, bearing silent witness to their love and aspirations, while from below, the faint yet enchanting sound of gamelan music drifted through the air, a harmonious echo of taste, love, and dreams that continued to blossom as they journeyed onward together in life.
***
That day appeared to be exceptionally busier and more challenging than any other day at Rasa Rumah restaurant, an iconic culinary establishment nestled in the vibrant heart of Brooklyn. The wave of frenetic activity initiated bright and early in the morning, marked by the arrival of a larger-than-usual delivery truck that carried an assorted bounty of the finest, freshest ingredients that the restaurant team had eagerly awaited. These trucks, arriving earlier than their typical schedule, were laden with an array of fresh spices essential for perfecting the newly decided recipes that were set to grace the restaurant's menu. Among the treasures within were hydroponically grown lemongrass, vibrant and fiery greenhouse-grown cayenne peppers, and imported young jackfruit, which had been specially ordered for experimenting with a fusion gudeg menu destined to become a hallmark dish of the restaurant.
Standing tall, Rizwan, a respected figure within the establishment and known as the guiding force, positioned himself at the back door of the bustling kitchen, his keen gaze fixed intently on the unloading process while occasionally interjecting with directions to ensure the operation went smoothly. The atmosphere buzzed with energy, as Miguel, a well-known agile and experienced employee, worked alongside the new team members Aldi and Raka, their fervor evident as they enthusiastically lifted heavy boxes that proclaimed the restaurant's commitment to quality.
"Is this stock for a week or a month?" Aldi's curious question echoed among the group, the sound mingled with the soft squeak of the hefty 20 kg bag of lemongrass he was straining under the weight of, while beads of perspiration began to form on his forehead despite the fact that the morning air in Brooklyn was still imbued with a biting chill.
Rizwan, with a warm smile that radiated camaraderie, quipped in a light-hearted manner, which served to lift the group's spirits: "This is for a trial run in Queens, my son. Today we'll be scouting potential locations in Flushing alongside Adam. If all goes according to plan, this stock will double in quantity next week." With a wave of his hand, Rizwan motioned for Aldi and Raka to join him for the briefing that was about to commence, emphasizing the importance of learning the intricate plating technique for the takeout brisket gudeg, ensuring they would be adequately prepared as the new branch opened its doors.
Raka, busy attempting to arrange the colorful chilies with meticulous care, reacted with evident enthusiasm. "Ready, Uncle! We practiced diligently last night. Remember, sous-vide brisket at 75°C for a full 10 hours, coupled with young jackfruit marinated in palm sugar, krecek fried twice at 170°C—yielding a delightful crispy exterior that gives way to tender, succulent insides. This dish will be beautifully plated in eco-friendly bamboo boxes, garnished delicately with microgreens and lime leaves for that final touch."
Not to be eclipsed, Miguel interjected with impressive skill, slicing red onions with remarkable precision, cutting them into perfectly uniform 5 mm thick slices intended to complement the special basil sambal he was preparing. "Great! But we must keep in mind the time constraints during rush hour—one serving of gudeg has to be delivered within 4 minutes. Flushing is teeming with the Chinese-Indonesian diaspora, who desire quick yet authentic service to satisfy their culinary cravings."
Emma, a tenacious and intelligent woman, emerged from the front office with purpose, carrying a laptop and a digital map detailing the Queens area. "Team, prepare yourselves—we need to be ready in just 10 minutes. Adam is eagerly waiting outside. Today, we have a plan in place to examine three strategically significant locations: one on Roosevelt Ave near an Asian market, and two others located on Main Street corners that experience high traffic. The maximum rent we are willing to pay is $15,000 per month, ideally for a space measuring around 1,200 square feet that includes a fully operational commercial kitchen."
The briefing that followed in the cozy back room of the restaurant was conducted with utmost attention to detail. Rizwan stood confidently before a whiteboard, sketching out a rough layout for the branch he envisioned with fervent optimism: "The takeout counter area will occupy 60% of the total space, leaving the remaining 40% for dine-in customers. Our main menu will include tantalizing offerings such as brisket gudeg, wagyu fried rice, satay lilit served in a charming box, and a vibrant vegan gado-gado bowl. We aim to keep our prices competitive—gudeg will be priced at $18, while fried rice will be listed at $16. The thematic ambiance for the new branch is dubbed 'Taste of Flushing Home'—featuring modern batik decor, a gamelan playlist that enchants the senses, and captivating photos chronicling our journey from our hometown to the bustling streets of Brooklyn."
Adam, the thickly bespectacled investor who had always dressed sharply in his neat suit, nodded in agreement, his approval evident. "This is a very solid plan indeed. There exists a community of approximately 50,000 Indonesian-Chinese individuals residing in Queens, and the fusion culinary market is currently trending upward. I have already engaged in discussions with the previous store owner—the rent has been set at $12,500, with renovations costing around $80,000 covered from our funds. However, the agreement stipulates that we must launch within a strict timeline of 3 months while achieving a break-even point within the subsequent 6 months."
Emma immediately interjected with steadfast determination, "We are in agreement, provided the contract remains flexible. Our plan is to recruit 70% local staff, with 30% of the team being brought in from Indonesia, such as Aldi and Raka. Training will commence for a period of 2 weeks in Williamsburg, with the trial menu being launched for 1 month, allowing us to perfect our offerings."
Aldi, though slightly apprehensive, summoned the courage to raise his hand and voice a question. "Mr. Adam, if I may inquire, what starting salary can we expect? We are more than willing to put in extra hours, but we also have families back in our villages that we wish to support."
Adam responded with a warm smile, genuinely supportive of their ambitions. "For entry-level positions in the kitchen, the pay begins at $18 per hour, while sous-chef positions are set at $25 per hour after completing 3 months of dedicated service. Additionally, you will be included in a tips pool and bonuses based on sales performance. Consider yourselves part of our big family now."
The subsequent scouting expedition to Flushing transformed into an unexpected mini adventure filled with delightful challenges. In a rented SUV, Rizwan took the wheel with a sense of purpose, while Emma acted as navigator, meticulously directing their route, and Adam seated comfortably in the back, focused on discussing financial numbers and setting targets for the venture ahead. The first location drawn into their radar was on Roosevelt Ave, which previously operated as a bubble tea shop, strategically situated near the bustling 7 train station. "The foot traffic here is promising," Rizwan noted with a steady and confident tone, "although parking could pose a challenge. However, this could be ideal if we emphasize our takeout options."
Moving on to the second location positioned on Main Street: a generous corner lot measuring 1,500 square feet, fully equipped with a kitchen boasting a full gas range and a state-of-the-art ventilation hood. Emma, ever resourceful, captured detailed imagery of the space in a 360-degree photo for their records. "This is undoubtedly the winner! Located close to Golden Mall, this area is a densely populated community of Asian residents. Just picture it—with neon lights adorning the premises, spelling out 'Rasa Rumah'—the potential for social media exposure here is simply golden!"
Adam, quick on his feet, was already calculating the finances on his phone. "The rent stands at $13,000, and the total renovation cost is estimated at around $90,000. The return on investment can be visualized within 18 months. Are we in agreement?"
Rizwan and Emma exchanged glances that momentarily displayed their skepticism but ultimately aligned in agreement. "Yes," they replied in synchrony, "but under the condition of a 5-year contract, with an option to buy out later down the line."
The return journey to Williamsburg was imbued with a cheerful, friendly atmosphere, met by an enthusiastic team that overflowed with optimism for the bright prospects ahead. The freshly cooked brisket gudeg was served with the utmost attention to flavor nuances. Raka, one of the main chefs who had been nurturing his craft, was the first to serve a plate to Adam, saying, "Please, give this a try, sir! The balancing act of flavors between the young jackfruit and the right amount of sourness is simply exquisite, the brisket is melt-in-your-mouth tender, and the crackling is delectably crispy."
Adam tasted the dish, his eyes widening in astonishment and satisfaction as he savored each bite. "This is undoubtedly a killer menu! We should launch it with the 'Queens Welcome' promotion—buy a serving of gudeg, and receive a complimentary mini satay."
That night, the atmosphere within the restaurant transformed into a jubilant festive celebration, a small party dedicated to welcoming this exciting new chapter. Miguel raised a glass filled with refreshing lemongrass-infused water in a toast. "To the Queens branch, which will soon become a reality! Aldi and Raka, you are the pioneering spirits who have embarked on this grand journey!"
Aldi stood before his colleagues, his voice trembling with emotion as he expressed his heartfelt gratitude. "Thank you to Uncle Rizwan and Aunt Emma. Growing up in our hometown, it once felt like a mere dream to be in New York, and now we find ourselves part of a reality that brings not only immense pride but also holds deep meaning for our families back home. We promise to carry the essence of home with us to Queens!"
Emma enveloped Aldi in a warm embrace, her pride evident in her beaming smile. "You are the true heart of what has made this place feel like a home for us all."
Later, on the quiet balcony after closing time, Rizwan and Emma sat side by side, savoring each other's company in the tranquil embrace of the night. "The venture into Queens will undoubtably offer exhilarating new experiences," Rizwan mentioned softly, his voice tinged with both excitement and concern. "However, it also means faced challenges: we will need to manage two separate locations, navigate a larger team, and contend with an increasingly intricate supply chain."
Emma leaned comfortably onto Rizwan's shoulder, finding solace in his steadfast presence. "We've already navigated challenges together during our honeymoon—weathering storms hand in hand. This is merely the business iteration of the processes we have navigated so far."
Rizwan placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, a gesture underscoring his profound love and support for her. "This is an integral part of our success. Tomorrow, our journey begins anew: renovation will kick off as planned. Are you ready?"
"Always ready, especially as long as we face it together," Emma responded with a radiant smile, her gaze fixed upon the stars that sparkled brilliantly in the expansive Brooklyn sky above them.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen below, the sounds of the team busily cleaning while singing a remixed dangdut song reverberated echoing the hope, camaraderie, and enthusiasm of a dream that was flourishing, now growing stronger and more resilient than ever before.
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The ongoing renovation of the Queens branch located on the bustling Main Street in Flushing is proceeding at an unexpectedly swift pace, but the experience has not been devoid of its fair share of drama, transforming each day for the duo, Rizwan and Emma, into an exhilarating rollercoaster ride rife with unforeseen emotions and challenges. At the break of dawn, the contractor's imposing truck rolled into the scene, delivering an array of extraordinarily special building materials that are sure to play a crucial role in the restaurant's aesthetic and functional appeal. Among these items were exquisite imported teak wood, showcasing a stunning digital batik print motif, an eye-catching eight-foot neon sign emblazoned with the phrase "Rasa Rumah Flushing" destined to become the centerpiece that draws in curious visitors, as well as top-of-the-line stainless steel kitchen equipment with heavy-duty durability that would meet the demands of a bustling kitchen. This included a grand 6-burner Vulcan gas range and a Blodgett double convection oven renowned for achieving perfect grilling results, alongside a spacious 12x10-foot walk-in cooler designed with special humidity control mechanisms to keep essential ingredients like coconut milk pristine and fresh. The unique aromas wafting through the air in Flushing formed a nostalgic olfactory tapestry, blending the scent of freshly mixed wet cement, the sharp tang of anti-slip epoxy paint for the kitchen floors, and the faint lingering sweetness of bubble tea from the former tenant's establishment.
Amidst the energetic buzz of construction, Rizwan stood resolutely amid the chaos; he wore a bright yellow safety helmet for protection, carrying a clipboard in hand, and barking orders to the contractor foreman, who hailed from the Latino community. "Señor Ramirez, we need that exhaust hood to be a precise 18 feet in length, and don't forget—the blower must possess a full capacity of 1,000 CFM! We cannot have the smoke from our sambal matah wafting over to the neighboring bubble tea shop; they were already frustrated about this issue yesterday!" Rizwan asserted with a steady yet commanding fervor.
Ramirez, a close friend of Rizwan, simply gave a thumbs-up gesture to confirm his understanding of the instructions, and his characteristic hoarse voice echoed amid the clamor of drills and hammers at work. "No worries, Chef! It'll be completed by Friday, ready for a soft opening on Saturday. The electrician is set to arrive tomorrow to work on the 208V oven circuit," he replied with confident assurance.
Emma, dressed in her sturdy boots and her favorite well-worn denim jacket, observed intently as a diligent team of painters meticulously installed a wall mural: an astonishingly hyperrealistic depiction of a traditional Javanese village kitchen seamlessly merging with the iconic Manhattan skyline, complete with a QR code that passersby could scan to access an augmented reality story revolving around their coveted gudeg recipe. "This lemongrass green hue brilliantly complements the blue batik design—definitely Instagram-ready! Just make sure that this QR code directs viewers to Aldi's video featuring him cutting jackfruit!" she directed with careful precision.
Meanwhile, amidst this continuous hustle and bustle, Aldi and Raka arrived, lugging suitcases packed with test ingredients prepared in Williamsburg, revealing the thoughtful preparations that had been made: inside those cases were 20 kg of vacuum-packed wagyu brisket, 15 kg of premium canned young jackfruit, and 10 kg of organic palm sugar, all poised to contribute to the culinary magic they aimed to create. Bursting with enthusiasm, Aldi exclaimed, "Uncle, we brought along homemade sambal krecek following Ms.Dita's time-honored recipe! Is it alright if we test it out at the pop-up counter tomorrow?"
Rizwan, satisfied with the meticulous preparations, placed a reassuring hand on Aldi and Raka's shoulders. "This is perfect timing! You two will take charge of preparing the gudeg for this trial—sous-vide the brisket at precisely 75°C for ten hours, infuse the jackfruit with 400g of palm sugar per kilo for sweetness, and double-fry the krecek at 170°C until it's irresistibly crispy. Raka, don't forget to prepare the bamboo plattingon box: slice the brisket to 1 cm thickness, add a generous portion of rich coconut milk sauce, then finish with toasted coconut flakes and half-boiled eggs. Each set will be priced at $18, and offer a mini satay bundle for an additional $2."
Meanwhile, Miguel, supervising the proceedings remotely from Williamsburg via Zoom on his iPad, chimed in with an air of buoyancy. "Aldi, keep in mind the peak hours in Flushing—the Chinatown rush occurs from noon to 2 PM, followed by the diaspora lunch period lasting from 1 to 3 PM. Ensure each portion can be served within a maximum time frame of 3 minutes!" he emphasized cheerfully.
However, the excitement surged to new heights when an unforeseen event transpired: at exactly 2 p.m., just as the oven was heating in preparation for the crucial gudeg trial, a complete power outage plunged the workspace into darkness. The lights flickered out abruptly, the alarm of the walk-in cooler blared incessantly, and an air of panic swept through the contractors present. Quickly seizing the reins of the situation, Emma sprang into action. "Where's the backup generator? Ramirez, we need you to contact ConEd immediately! Riz, switch us over to the portable induction burner immediately—we'll conduct the gudeg test on it without delay!" she ordered with a commanding, unwavering voice.
Without a moment to waste, Rizwan reacted swiftly, improvising under the mounting pressure. "Aldi, you need to transfer the brisket to the slow cooker at once as our emergency measure! Raka, replace the sous-vide method with the portable gas braise pan. We must ensure the coconut milk sauce stays thick and the jackfruit's sour profile is perfectly balanced!" It was as if the accompanying tasks transformed into a harmonious orchestra, with every member working in unison to tackle the unforeseen obstacles.
Amidst the rising tide of chaos, Adam suddenly appeared for an unannounced inspection, his elegant suit starkly contrasting with the swirling renovation dust caught in the air. "What happened? Did the generator fail us?" he inquired, his tone imbued with a touch of concern.
Emma, maintaining her composure, quickly offered clarity as she detailed the sequence of events while projecting an air of determination. "This is merely a temporary setback, Mr. Adam. We can manage it. Not to worry, this test of the gudeg is still on track for the soft opening slated for Saturday," she assured him confidently.
After weighing Emma's explanation, Adam sampled a piece of warm brisket fresh from the braise pan. Savoring the unmatched flavor, he proclaimed, "This is... simply extraordinary. The texture is exquisitely tender—melting in the mouth, paired perfectly with a savory and well-balanced sour jackfruit flavor. You all have adapted quickly; that's truly what establishes resilience in a business here in New York."
Yet, the drama was far from over. The afternoon took an unexpected turn when Rizwan received a phone call from the Indonesian Consulate General. Mr. Budi's voice was laced with urgency. "Emma, Rizwan—there's a sudden invitation from the White House culinary team! Next week marks an Asian Diplomatic Festival, and President Trump has expressed a desire to showcase Asian fusion cuisine. They specifically chose Rasa Rumah due to its sensational Michelin review and support from the diaspora. We urgently need to prepare a rijsttafel demonstration for 20 servings, aimed at impressing 50 VIP guests!"
For a brief moment, Rizwan and Emma exchanged stunned glances, their initial confusion betraying their surprise. "The White House? Are you serious, sir?" Rizwan stammered, his voice trembling with a mix of shock and burgeoning excitement.
"Completely serious," responded Mr. Budi without a moment's hesitation. "The Secret Service has coordinated all the necessary arrangements. Our main menu will consist of gudeg brisket, your unique rendang escargot, and wagyu satay. We require your confirmation at the earliest, preferably by tomorrow!"
Emma immediately took the lead in strategizing. "Riz, this opportunity could alter the trajectory of our entire venture! However, the soft opening in Queens is in direct conflict with this schedule. We have to thoughtfully consider which event takes precedence," she stated, carefully weighing the possibilities.
Rizwan glanced at his team: Aldi and Raka, who appeared somewhat tense, Miguel who cheered them on from his Zoom screen with an encouraging thumbs-up, and Ramirez who raised his helmet in a gesture of solidarity. "We'll distribute tasks strategically. Miguel, you'll spearhead the debut in Queens on Saturday. Simultaneously, the two of us will travel to DC to address the invitation at the White House. Aldi and Raka, you're tasked with preparing the VIP delivery of gudeg."
That night, the renovation project reached completion just shy of 11 p.m., all team members feeling a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. As they drove home, Emma clasped Rizwan's hand, reflecting on the daunting choices ahead. "We must choose between the World Stage at the White House and the highly anticipated debut in Queens... it seems this world is filled with unpredictable twists."
Rizwan smiled mysteriously, infusing hope into the air despite the swirling confusion. "We're not merely selecting one. We'll rise to the challenge of both opportunities. This is the ultimate test of our ability to endure under pressure," he asserted.
Suddenly, Rizwan's phone rang, revealing an unknown number. When he answered, it was Reza, their competitive rival from Paris, his tone cool though curious. "Rizwan, I hear you guys landed a gig at the White House? Congratulations are in order. But tread carefully—they have a fondness for gimmicks more than authenticity. Interested in a collaboration? I have Michelin Paris connections that could act as a safety net in case you stumble."
Rizwan met Emma's gaze, his eyes glinting with a spirited mix of enthusiasm and resolve. "Thanks, Reza, but Rasa Rumah is destined to forge its own path. We'll showcase our true capabilities independently."
After ending the call, Emma queried, "What strategy do we pursue for tomorrow?"
As Rizwan accelerated the vehicle, determination radiated from him. "Tomorrow, we have to finalize our menu for the White House, send the gudeg to Queens, and… prepare a spectacular surprise for the esteemed VIP guests. This isn't the conclusion—it's merely a prologue, setting the stage for a grander narrative yet to unfold."
The flashing neon lights illuminating Flushing reflected in the rearview mirror, symbolizing the ongoing promise of chaos, potential victories, and intriguing mysteries yet to come. What secrets did the VIP gudeg hold? What traps had been set for them by Reza? And would the cohesive team withstand the immense pressure stemming from the dual responsibilities laid out before them? Williamsburg awaited the unfolding saga with a blend of anxiety and optimism for what the future might bring.