Between the Three Hearts
Chapters 2. DTH
Adiba had reached the city, finally after thinking he immediately plunged out of the city without hesitation. He will try to change his fate overseas. Diba stands at the bus stop, he is confused about where to go first because he has no purpose.
"How's this? Do I have to find a contract first?" Diba looked around, it was already afternoon and he had to get a contract.
A few kilometers walking, Diba did not get an empty house at all. He had also asked the surrounding residents but the answer was the same that there was no house rented.
Diba was shocked when his bag was suddenly forcefully pulled by a man.
"Please! Copet! My bag is on the copet!'' shouted Adiba tightly until his neck veins stiffened.
He ran with all his might after the robber, but ill-fated he lost track.
"My mother, my money, it's all in there." Diba's crying.
Thirty-two-year-old man ran after the robber, he heard Adiba's scream and tried to help.
Bugh!
The robber was knocked out, he was sprawled because he was hit by a bag throw. The robber stood up and he immediately ran away leaving Diba's bag.
The man who had been a helper took his bag and Adiba's, he brought it and looked for Diba's whereabouts.
"Excuse me, is this your bag?" said the man while thrusting Diba's bag.
Adiba looked up, he stood up from his seat and immediately picked up his bag.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you very much, finally my bag can be saved" he said with a distinctive smile.
The man said together, he looked at Adiba from top to bottom.
"Are you a newcomer to this town?" ask the man as if he can guess.
Adiba nods. "Really, Sir. I'm looking for a job,"
"Well, what a coincidence. I need a housekeeper, do you work at my house?" bargain that guy who was looking for workers.
"Hows it? Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person. I already have a wife, but my wife is busy working and she rarely takes care of the house. Likewise with me, I work and sometimes do not have time to take care of homework. The maid at my house had already returned home because she was about to get married. Therefore, my wife and I are looking for a replacement."
Diba nodded after hearing the man's words. "All right, I want to, sir. But, what about the residence?''
"You're gonna stay in our house and everything's clean for three million a month. Your job is to clean the house, cook for breakfast or dinner, then water the flowers. For the yard, there's already its own workers."
Diba again nodded his head in agreement, this should not be wasted he thought.
"Then, come with me. I just happen to want to go home."
They walked towards the man's car.
In the car, the two were silent until the man's voice broke the silence.
"Oh, yeah. Whose name are you and where are you from?" the man glanced at Diba who was sitting next to his wheel.
The man drives his own car, he does not use the services of a driver because it is more comfortable to drive himself.
"My name is Adiba khanza, sir. Just call Diba, I live in S town." replied Diba politely.
"I'm Fathan,"
Diba nodded with a thin smile, the village's beautiful face was still depicted on Adiba's face. She has dimples and sensual lips. His body is also ideal even looks beautiful like a Spanish guitar.
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ADIBA KHANZA