Adagio |Risk Of Life|
The adagio 03

Perhaps for most people, eating, resting and also having fun are ways to enjoy life. But for John Wilson, hiding from his mother's rampage was a way to survive. Ah, how upset.

Today, at exactly eight p.m., after almost half the day he spent playing games at internet cafes with his two older brothers, John came home with a way to sneak so that the mother did not know himself home and floated back the punch of the handle of the broom on his body that began to look bruised in some parts.

But badah, it's,

"Where have you been? Why go home and settle like a thief?"

John stopped his steps, straightened his back that felt stiff, and then presented a grin that really made his mother's heart suddenly anxious, wanted to grind his son in the bathtub and drying him upside down.

"I-I. I. "doubt John while scratching the nape of his neck that does not itch.

But the attention of the mother was instead focused on what was depicted on the white skin of her son behind a shabby black T-shirt with a large letter J he wore. A bluish bruise that is clearly visible.

"Come here!" tell the mother.

Suddenly, John repulsed both of his beads. Afraid if the mother returns to throw a punch on his body that has been felt destroyed.

"I-mom.. John can explain this! I-i..."

"Come here! Don't talk too much!"

John clenched his thin lips, then stepped closer with a feeling of timidity. His hands were slashed and his manic closed when his mother's palm was outstretched.

However, he did not feel a blow landing on his torsonya, instead feeling his mother's fingers rubbing gently on one part of him that was bruised and painful.

"Sick mom!" moaning John complained. "But it's okay! Tomorrow it's gone!"

"Come here! Let me treat it!"

John blinked quickly when he saw the worried look on his mother's face. At once John realized that his mother did not intend to really hurt him. John was in the back. Until arriving at the back porch of the house, John had stripped off his clothes on the orders of the mother.

"Aw, it hurts mom.. just slow down!" john protested when the mother started rubbing painkillers on her alabaster-skinned back.

"Don't be chatty! I've been rubbing it slowly!"

The mother regrets it in her own mind when she sees John's bruised back.

"Mom told you not to play with those two rich boys!"

"They're good mom!"

"Think about your future, how you can support the woman you love later if you don't work like this!"

John smiled in a hue that crawled up on both of his cheeks.

"I'm young and I don't want to get married... "

"That's the reason why no woman would want to approach you even if your face is handsome! You still look like a kid! Spend your mother's money and don't know the time to play!" shouted the mother while throwing a punch right on John's back that was still bruised.

"Mother, sick! Why do you like to hit me?"

"Because you're stupid! Don't be friends with them anymore and find the right job!"

"I've been trying, ma'am, but the owners of the company don't want to accept John as an employee at their place! They're all voters!" john protested with a funny expression.

Suddenly furious, the mother patted the head behind her son to the upside. "Mother.." he said annoyed.

"You've been stupid a long time! I used to scold you because you easily refused a scholarship without telling mom and prefer to do business that is not clear direction and purpose! And now you're protesting because mom used to hit you! You're getting stupid for wasting your time without trying so hard to make an income, and not blackmailing your mother anymore! Aigooo, I think I'll get old sooner and die soon if you keep going like this to your mother John!"

John was saddened by his mother's words. He did not even complain as his mother again hit him in the arm and walked away leaving him alone.

***

The next day, John woke up early. Wearing neat clothes and styling her hair that has been slightly elongated. Reflected staring at the reflection of his face that is perfect, but it is useless—according to his mother. No one wanted to accept that handsome face in their company. John sighed deeply, annoyed and desperate. But today he was determined to get back to looking for a job.

"Spirit!" he said to himself.

John came out of the room, saw his mother putting food on the table. Then come closer and sit there.

"Where are you going so early in the morning in such neat clothes? It's free, there won't be a girl who wants to be with an unemployed youth like you!"

"Ck! Mom, I'm gonna find a job! Please just do it, and do'a right so that your handsome son is accepted into a well-known company with millions of dollars!"

"Omong empty!" the mother's sharp sarcasm.

John scrunched his forehead and pursed his irritated lips. Then scoop up the rice for him to fill the stomach.

"This is your allotment for a day, don't scoop too much! Or you'll starve tonight!"

"Yes mother... I'll replace it if I get the money later..."

His mother kept a smile on her heart, she would not make John depend on him more if he was off guard. His only child is good at exploiting his weaknesses.

"Work hard and bring a beautiful and kind girl to your mother!"

John breathed a breath again. "Yes, mom! That's easy business! Later John will bring a good girl, and beautiful as you want!"

***

The streets are still quiet, Hyuji unlocks a small building filled with fragrant flowers and still fresh. Hyuji is a Florist. He opened a flower sales business secretly without the knowledge of his parents.

He felt comfortable among the neatly arranged flowers and also fragrant in the room. His customers are not many, but he is quite good at managing his business.

However, Hyuji also wants his business to grow. An idea came up, he found a new way to attract customers. Social media, and also his face. Yes, he will use both of them to attract customers.

Amid the busyness of being a person who is pioneering a business, he thought finding an officer could not hurt, right?

Hyuji stuck an announcement on the glass.

Needed

Part-time Workers. Immediately.

If interested, contact the owner.

Until the sound of the door bell rings, someone is present on the doorstep. No stranger, they've met.

"You?"

"Hi Noona!"Her reply was relaxed as Hyuji greeted.

Suddenly, Hyuji's heart was pounding. He still looks the same. Handsomest.

"You want to buy flowers?"

"No! I want to apply for a job! By the way did Noona see the owner?" asked the young man while looking right and left looking for the existence of the owner in there.

"I-I'm the owner!" hyuji replied hesitantly, followed by a surprised face from the enchanting look before him.

"Noona's owner? Wow, what a coincidence! Do I meet the criteria of the officer here?"

Hyuji was still glued. Then blinked quickly as the young man flicked his palm in front of his face.

"Oh. sure! B-but I can't pay much! This store is still a beginner, and not many customers yet!"

"Just calm! I guarantee you, Noona won't regret elevating me to an officer here!"

"Really?"

The young man nodded confidently.

"W-have we met before?" tanya Hyuji hesitated.

the young man took a look, he thought Hyuji would just forget about it. But, no. Hyuji still remembers it.

"Noona who was then—" asked the young man who was cut off by Hyuji's voice which suddenly came back.

"Jimmy, right?"[]

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