BROK3N
Chapter 88 The Struggle of Hanan

Lunch time has arrived. Hanan felt thirsty and exhausted because he was still circling the city of Jakarta with the hot weather and full of pollution. Hanan wiped the sweat with his hands.

Hanan looked for a warteg to rest and lunch. While enjoying his lunch Hanan crossed out a list of names he wrote on a piece of paper. There were five more places he had to visit.

After eating his food Hanan continued on his way for a job. If the place he will visit is far away Hanan ordered an online motorcycle taxi to come to him but if it is still affordable with Hanan's feet it goes to save money.

(This dream man is mah)

Until 2 pm Hanan still stepped on his feet and several times wiped the sweat on his forehead. Now there is one more place.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim hopefully here will be accepted."

Hanan also entered a large office. Even bigger than the contract.

Hanan stepped over to a female receptionist who was standing there.

"Excuse me Ma'am are there any job openings here? I got the info from the internet." Hanan asked very politely.

"Yes still Mas. There was also an interview inside. Can you see the file, Mas?"

Hanan also submitted his job application letter to the woman. After reading her the woman brought the file into a room.

"Just wait for it to be called his name. Please sit down."

"Yes, thank you."

Hanan sat in the waiting room.

"Hanan City?"

A handsome man came out of the room and called his name.

"Yes, sir."

"Let's go in."

There were two people in the room sitting reading Hanan's biodata.

"That's the jury. Or what the hell is his name." Bathin Hanan's.

"So you've been chief as well for almost two years?"

"It's right sir."

"Well try drawing something on this paper that relates to the design of the birthday cake."

Hanan received a piece of paper and a pen. Then think of an idea for the contents of the paper.

Hanan painstakingly and carefully drew a design that he used to make in the store Bu Dania. Not just one but Hanan drew three at a time quickly and neatly.

The judges were impressed with Hanan's style. Especially with Hanan's drawings.

"good. You will be working on probation for one month. If your work in one month is good then you will be contracted to be a permanent employee."

"Thank you Sir. Will the work placement move around, sir?"

"It depends on the condition."

"I'm sorry can I ask how much my salary if I have become a permanent employee sir, because I have to share it later?"

"Goddess. Minimum salary of permanent employees is five million. That is not yet an overtime bonus and turnover bonus. There will even be bonuses for exemplary employees."

"Thank you very much sir."

"From tomorrow you can work. Later the address of the store where you work and other provisions will be shared via WhatsApp."

"Okay sir I understand. Thank you very much."

"Welcome to Holland Bakery."

"Thank you again, sir, if you'll excuse me."

Hanan walked out of the room feeling very happy. Of course, his salary was enough for daily needs. If there is a bonus he will save for unexpected expenses. Hanan has always been fond of saving so Hanan still has money even after his marriage with Adelia.

"Adelia must be so happy that I got this job. Even though my salary is not more than her but it's enough for the three of us."

Hanan also booked an online motorcycle taxi for his return trip.

Time is still at 3 pm. Hanan is eager to buy Adelia a snack.

"Sir if you see the martabak Bangka stop first yes I want to buy." He said a little screamed because the strong wind was afraid the driver of his motorcycle was not horrified.

Not far from the place of his invitation was a famous martabak shop there. The ojek stopped too.

"Wait a minute sir I went there first buy his martabak."

"Yes please."

Hanan walked to the store and ordered a martabak.

"Pack a pack of pandan flavor topping special cheese plus nuts yes. One more original taste topping mix keeps his plastic bag separated ya mas."

"Okey is waiting for you."

Hanan was sitting in a chair while waiting for his order he was busy playing his phone. Hanan and Adelia are not socialites, so they rarely play cell phones. Just as necessary.

It had been fifteen minutes for Hanan to wait until the end of his order was completed.

"So how many in total?"

"Everything is one hundred and seventeen thousand mas."

Hanan took out two red sheets. And after receiving the change Hanan also walked towards the ojol who had been waiting from earlier.

"I'm sorry, old man."

"Yes, I don't have a papa."

Hanan is up.

"Let's go sir."

After thirty minutes passed Hanan arrived at his rented alley.

"This is the fare sir and this is martabak for the family of the father at home."

Hanan gave fifty thousand rupiah and a plastic bag containing the martabak that he ordered earlier.

"Thank you, Mommy. Back to this…!"

Hanan held the hand of the ojol to give him change.

"Don't take it that way. Excuse me first."

"Thank you again, my dear."

"Yes sir are both."

(Duhh Hanan is a dream husband)

*****

"Assalamu'alaikum my wife. Go home to me."

Hanan went straight into the house because the door was open.

"Wa'alaikumsalam Mas please…"

Hanan immediately threw the plastic bag he was carrying and searched for Adelia because her words of help made her panic.

"Darling…! You fell?"

Hanan was shocked to see Adelia lying on the floor and in pain. Hanan immediately lifted Adelia's body and laid on the bed.

"Why did you fall so. I told you not to be so independent, what am I afraid of, right?" Hanan looks angry to see Adelia his wife is in pain. Hanan also gently massaged Adelia's legs. "Which part hurts, dear?"

"Sorry, my legs are so tight I want to go to bed, eh even floppiness."

"Yes but Mas is worried about leaving you alone. Is Miss Retno not here?"

Hanan still continues to massage Adelia's legs even though she continues to nag.

"So here it's only late afternoon he said he wanted to cook and Misela did not want to stay too so go there."

"Tomorrow don't try anything dangerous?"

"I'm sorry to worry you."

"Yes, how's the foot still hurting?"

"Little."

"When is the time to check up?"

"Still next month."

"Before buying martabak for a while Mas took it first Mas throw because you screamed for help."

"Hehe."

Hanan walked to the living room and took what he had thrown earlier and returned to the room.

"Well messy here martabak no abis not throw it that way."

"Grandfather won't lessen the taste."

"Aaakk here's a bribe."

"Emh is so good."

"Yes this expensive martabak."

"What's the price?"

"It is expensive anyway. I used to buy only the ones that were cluttered anyway hahaha."

"You can just. Oiya how did it go from a day of adventure?"

"Oiya sampe forgot loh want ngabarin haha because you really fell everything."

"What exactly is it?"

"It's been a job, baby."

"really? Alhamdulillah where?"

"No idea where it's located. But Mas still works in the accounting department at Holland Bakery, unfortunately, his salary is also quite good if he is already a permanent employee."

"Thank God. How long is the trial period?"

"It's only been a month. That's also a paycheck later."

"Alhamdulillah Mas's. Congratulations to you."

"Honey thank you for always supporting me."

Hanan and Adel embrace each other.

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