Crazy Boss
Work Like a Horse

Air pollution congestion along the road smoke exhaust, cigarettes, sand blasting in the middle blasphemy into one.

"The restless truth is security, beware that I met him. I'm going to punch his face in the dust. My people want to work with everything, just pick up my usual clothes. Ma'am sok cakepan, I swear he no one likes him. If you have to marry a beggar!" Omelnya the Jelita.

One hand flapping his face was hot burning like hell. Sweat of corn seeds began to pour out around the sweetness of it.

"It's hot again, find where, lah, work. Not to mention hungry stomachs. Money lives gojeng (five thousand )," Omelnya again.

In the left-right lyrics there is a small shop on the side of the road near the construction. He had to go there and buy something. Than not at all.

****

In the office of a vast elite like a second home to Ardian Darmawan Wijaya, men have a leadership spirit, handsome, arrogant.

"Did you call me?" a woman about forty years old was standing not far from the position the man was sitting in.

"I'm asking you to call that application file. Ensure a position appropriate to his education. One more thing, also provide facilities that are suitable for occupancy," the man ordered to throw a bundle of brown envelopes received may women in their forty years.

"Good, Sir. What position do you want for this player?" The woman asked the man.

The two sharp eyes looked at the woman who had already considered like her mother both.

"Do as I commanded before." replied the man turning the chair back to the forty-year-old woman.

"Good, Sir. I'm retiring."

Jelita Ardhiza Cwenzie, nice name. Unique and .... The thin smile of the man made it difficult for him to remove every shadow of the teenage girl's face.

****

"Huf! Satisfied taste.." muttered Jelita after throwing her body on the bed that is not as tender as her own house.

Geck! poke! poke!

"Haizzhh!" his gerut stepped foot in the open that door.

Geck! poke! poke!

"Yes, yes, patient fret-" stopped the Jelita protest

The figure of a large body, round, if a typhoon comes in the guarantee that collapsed house first fell than the person in front of it. Mom Indekos was already standing with both eyes red like a Vampire during the day.

"Where's the monthly money today? You don't see now that your Indekos payment is due! Now promise me you'll pay at once two months ago. Where...!" Repetitioning the Mother Kos.

Jelita is indeed leasing costs near the city so that it can while looking for a more halal job. The promise of the same Mother of this cost is indeed today, but more apesnya not yet get a job kayak where to pay the rent.

"Ouch... Mom, you give me one week, right, I just got to work, the time is already on the bill anyway," Ngeles the Jelita let my mother kosnya believe.

"Reason, you're this! If you do work, why relax, just say no money, one week I come again, if you don't pay also don't expect to be able to stay for FREE!" mother said her boarding until the saliva came out to make Jelita smell her jigong.

"Yes, Mom. Sorry, yeah!" After I left, Jelita closed the door again.

Geez... Spit smells so bad, you slovenly mother! no teeth maybe. That's why he is stingy to ask for a mulu bill. - chirpnya in heart.

A cell phone rang from his bedroom. He ran grabbing the old-fashioned cell phone just not that much.

"Yes, Hello!" greet

"....."

Jelita heard well, and both her eyes and mouth were wide open. Won't believe what this windfall is for him a little berhura ria.

"Good, Mom... Thank you, tomorrow at 9 am, ... Okay ready...." The phone call ended.

He jumps - jumps gets a lottery winning prize.