Cold Man And Miss Stone
2. Job Offers [REVISED]

Actually in this village Emilia is very safe. For twenty-one years he lived here, never once did anyone know about Emilia's identity or suspect her.

The people in the village only knew him as a wasted orphan. And since Emilia almost never came out unless there was a need, then her existence was thin on everyone's mind.

The people in the village did not know about where Emilia's food came from so inevitably she had to look like she had a job, even if it was just a laundry worker.

At nine o'clock this Emilia will leave for the river where her work awaits.

But he did not expect Samuel to say, "Is it alright for you to leave a stranger with your house?"

Emilia did not like the question. He was impressed to be testing.

"There's no treasure in my house." The rat hole in this house does not keep Emilia's secret.

To Emilia, secrets were something formless. If it is shaped, it is not a secret, but rather an unknown data and will be known sooner or later.

"It's not comfortable being at your house while you're away." The man forced himself to walk. "I'll come along. At least find out the surroundings."

Emilia doesn't care.

Rushing he walked, though a little uncomfortable as Samuel Ahkam's eyes watched him.

While she was deep in thought, Emilia arrived at the river where she used to wash.

There were some women and children there, gathered to bathe and wash as well. They are the ones who choose not to rely on the services of others, saving costs as well because their clothes are few.

"I'll hide here."

Emilia simply passed by without answering.

Don't take care of him too he's grown up, right? It is up to him to hide where he is, for the one who bathes in the river is also not naked except for the little ones.

The arrival of Emilia had made some mothers turn away. They asked her a pleasantry question, which Emilia answered soberly.

Taken some baskets of clothes that had been placed specifically for Emilia, belonging to some people.

Without even opening her voice, Emilia began to wash in order to deceive the whole world about her.

*

"Have you heard? Said Mr. Harto's son proposed to Harsa."

"Duh, good Bu Laras. Already his son became a nurse, now also applied to the rich."

Emilia did not mean to care about the babbling of the surrounding mothers. He also knew that they were looking at Emilia, who even since adolescence had been told to marry by them because they did not go to school, did not have parents, he said, all day just wash clothes by the river Nysris until the afternoon.

Naturally they think girls are better off getting married quickly, because in the brains of mothers there is no point in women living except married and having children.

But Emilia remembered. Her son Bu Laras, aka Harsa, is a little friend of Emilia who has now developed into an enemy.

He is one of the most famous village flowers in this place which he said is smart, graceful, and a dream daughter-in-law. Many like Harsa then now he is proposed to the son of a big businessman in the village.

The pattern of this place is always the same.

Big, school, married.

Things Emilia will never understand.

"Have you heard? I'm getting married."

The girl who was rumored to be a graceful young nurse came during the day when the river was deserted just to show off.

Emilia didn't feel like she had to care about it. Focus on rinsing because he has to dry before washing clothes in the next basket.

"I feel sorry for you. Already lonely, no man proposed to you anyway. Among our friends, you are the only one who does not have a partner. Nevermind proposed. Girlfriend doesn't have."

Emilia's hands were still busy washing.

Although he knew the look in Harsa's eyes began to be angry.

"That's why you're lonely! Just do it all the time! Ignore people and act like your world! You virgin don't do it!"

Emilia lifted the basket to go hang it out when Harsa pulled Emilia's hand, annoyed at being ignored.

He deliberately pulled the rough, deliberately letting the laundry fall into the grass and pushed Emilia into the river.

"I hate you so much! Very!" Harsa pointed at him full of emotions. "I won't see you again after this so I'll say fine! Everyone thinks you're crazy and therefore to death no man wants to be with you, except the greying old pervert! Your fate! It's your destiny!"

Emilia's face was expressionless at all.

Because ... Who wants to hear ghosts?

Or who is the man who can hear the rock screaming?

"Emil, plant this principle in your soul." That's what Mahesa said over and over again when Emilia was a child. "All people—"

—only tools. Emilia got up without caring about her clothes soaking wet.

Don't appreciate. Don't ask to be appreciated.

Don't look at someone who doesn't have a price. Don't be merciful.

Don't express. Do not respond to emotions or reactions.

Because the real winner .. is the one who survives on his throne.

"The king has only two" Mahesa said. "Good king, cruel king. Which one do you want to be?"

"What's the difference, Senior?"

"The "good king rules everything by virtue. Heard everything, gave it the first. While the cruel king—"

—are those who ignore the moans, step on anyone who comes close, and just look at who is really worthwhile to look at.

This girl, from a very long time ago, was not chosen to set foot in the world of Emilia.

*

Why was he being treated like that?

Samuel was not a pity man or felt compelled to help anyone. But because Ema had helped him, of course Samuel would not pay attention to him.

How strange.

Samuel waited until the girl left. For a moment he thought what to do even though then Samuel approached.

The laundry .... "Graze's clean. Just hang on."

Ema's eyes are myopic. Samuel noticed it when he faintly looked cross-eyed.

He also wore glasses yesterday, while treating Samuel. Lens thick. Maybe at minus four or five.

Ema kept rinsing the clothes one by one.

"May I ask you?"

".... What's?"

"Is every day all you do?"

Ema quiet. Makes Samuel think he's offended.

"I mean, you look young and strong. Also smart. Why not do a more profitable job?"

Somewhat interfered, but Samuel was fine even if he did not want to answer.

"I don't go to school" he replied calmly. As if not sad or feeling isolated yourself.

"Why? I think school's free for some."

"My time will run out to learn useless things."

It's useless, huh?

"Then what if I offer you a job?"

"No need."

"You saved me. I can't let the person who holds my debt stay in this village and be isolated."

Ema didn't even look. "Do as you like and go when you're healthy."

"I'll assume you're thinking about it."

*