I Don'T Want To Be Cinderella #1
37. Opportunities

Opportunity (Evenience)

Caraka, Pov.

Befriending a cup of coffee and a cigarette, I sat on the balcony of the apartment thinking about today's events. When I heard Jesse tell me what had happened to Kirana in the cafeteria, my anger started. I should have known after our relationship was known to many people that there would be some people bothering him, but I never thought that the employees at the hotel would do that. Don't they at least know who I am? Do they think I'm just messing around with Kirana, and assume I'll turn a blind eye to their treatment of Kirana.

They're wrong, and they're going to take the risk. I had no authority to fire them because they were not under my direct leadership, fortunately there was a Yesi who would punish them for somehow violating the code of conduct as a secretary. Although not until fired, but a pretty hard warning will be enough to make them realize the mistakes that have been made.

My heart really hurt to see him yelling alone on the roof, as if he was fighting alone, I should have been next to him earlier and taught them a lesson.

Truly ... in fact she is a tough woman who can face anything. It used to be possible that I wouldn't be so worried when he had to face some female bullies he called green flies, but now it was different, his confidence was eroded because of the events that had happened to him.

He was now in a limp trying to get back up, but someone seemed to scratch the wound that had not healed, making the wound gap again. But look, even with that gaping wound back, he can still smile as if to tell me I don't have to worry, and he's fine. But I know he's not okay right now.

If it may be selfish, I want to always be by his side, to heal his wounds, to re-awaken his confidence, but his words awakened me. He can't stay here when everyone reminds him of the worst day of his life.

If being in a new place can heal him, can restore his confidence and restore him to what he used to be, then that's what I have to do .. let him go for a moment.

I took my phone to contact someone who could be the way out of Kirana's problem.

“Halo ... What to do in Surabaya? What about Bandung?”

I breathed hearing his answer.

“Alright, but only three months at most. Make sure of her safety and comfort while she's there, if anything happens to her .. I won't let you go, okay?”

Hope this is the best for him.

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Kirana, pov

Today is my day off, so I decided to clean the house for the chance to find Oka the troublemaker was also on vacation so I could help me. while Mamah is helping at the house of Mpo Rohaye who will hold his daughter's wedding. Because Mpo Rohaye the original Betawi people, they will make Betawi specialties such as wajik, dodol, plaques, and uli tape for invited guests. And today the plan is they will make a miracle and a plunge.

Mamah and most of the mothers of the complex are immigrants who are not very familiar with the traditions of the Betawi people, then they will only help wrap the sweet food using colorful oil paper, while telling the story, while telling the story, gossip there – gossip here. Hopefully I'm not in the gossip theme this time. But considering lately Caraka always take me to the office, then it is certain I will be at the top of the socializing theme this time.

“Lot right, slide again a little.” Oka and I are trying to change the position of the chair and TV in the living room. “Stop!”

I looked around the living room, but .. I saw Oka was also furrowing her eyebrows like I was.

“So it's narrower, huh?”

Oka nodded in agreement.

“OK, we slide again!”

“Let alone, Brother, this waist feels like it's going to break. Indeed the wooden house is narrow, want to be moved like how it is still narrow, unless the chair we sell continues to change using carpet.”

“True also.”

“Iya.”

“But the initial position was quite enough to make the room a little spacious. We, change it again.”

Oka snickered before with a frown she helped me change the position of the chair and the TV.

“OK, perfect!” I cried while staring at the family room with satisfaction.

“From yesterday also like this kaleee.” Oka threw her body on the chair.

“Hahaha.” I sat next to Oka laughing.

We do often fuss because of trivial problems, but we are also quite close and stubborn Oka, he never once debated me let alone Mamah. For me apart from being a sister, Oka is everything. The difference in our age that is far enough to make it grow in my supervision, when Mamah was still working I was the one who took care of Oka, which is why I felt that Oka was my responsibility so that she could live independently.

Even though her body is now much taller than mine, to me she is still my little sister. Sometimes when I see Oka who has grown into a handsome teenager, I think about Bi? what's he like now? How tall is he? Is he happy with Dad? For sure she will grow up to be a beautiful and jolly girl.

From small Bi already looks beautiful, with white skin, and black hair. He is also very friendly, will smile to the ready, making him very likable. Ah, I miss him .. I have missed him so much, not imagined as long as what Mamah to Bi.

The knocking of the door and the greeting from outside made me realize from my daydreams about my sisters.

“Who?” I looked at Oka.

“Don't know .. the sound is like Kak Raka.”

The caraka? He didn't tell me he was coming. I walked forward to see who was coming.

“Wa’alaikum .. greetings.” I was surprised to see someone standing at my doorstep with his signature knot smile. “Candra?”

“Do I interrupt?”

“No-no, I'm just surprised, hehehe.”

Candra smiled. A slanted smile that made her look like Caraka in the skinny, bespectacled version of her body.

“Sit first, Dra.” I pointed at the chair on the terrace. At home there is Oka, but it feels uncomfortable to bring male guests inside without Mamah. “For a while yes, I take a drink first.”

“No need to bother ... just a moment, really, there's something I should talk about .. business.”

“Business?” I sat on the terrace confused.

Candra nodded as she looked at me, before she again said,

“Hmmm .. It has been a long time since I wanted to talk about this matter with you, but I feel doubt.”

“What to talk about?” I was really confused by what Candra was talking about.

“Ok, I'll just go straight to ya.” I nodded in agreement. “Remember the retail electronic that I opened in Surabaya?”

I was speechless considering our first meeting at Menteng's house. Candra had talked about retail electronics that were opened by Mahesa group in Surabaya, and at that time I gave a little input.

“Iya ... is there a problem?”

“Not a technical problem, it's just other than the target that has not been achieved so far." He breathed a funny thing to make me smile. "I also have not found someone to fill the position of MRP Manager (Marketing Research and promotion) that I will place while there.”

Candra now looked at me seriously, making me look at her seriously.

“So far I've been trying to find it, there's been a lot of interviews, but nothing that fits.” He was silent for a moment as he looked at me who was seriously listening to him. “And the only person I think is suitable for that position is .. you.”

I still fell silent a little surprised to hear the words of Candra who again explained the meaning of her arrival.

“I think we have the same thoughts about the business, and I'm sure you have ideas that can make the store there successful.”

The pause happened again, and I was still silent to understand where Candra was talking. What Candra said was right from the beginning we met and talked, me and she had the same mindset about business, which made our conversation connect.

Pause a moment ... Candra looked back at me seriously as if judging if I could guess where this conversation was headed? Yeah, I can guess. And my guess was reinforced when Candra finally asked,

“Jadi ... would you like to accept a little challenge to fill that position?"

Being an MRP manager is new to me, but not a foreign field either. When I was in college, marketing management became one of the courses I took. So at least I'm not too blind about marketing and this could be the best opportunity I have, but …

“Di Surabaya?”

Candra nodded answering my question. Surabaya .. means I have to leave Mamah, Oka also Caraka.

“Three months,” said Candra as if understanding about my turmoil. “Maximum only three months, until the person who will be charged there understands what to do, and can adjust to our company.”

“And after three months?”

“You will return to Jakarta, I have prepared a suitable position for you here.”

A very tempting offer. The first salary of an MRP manager must be far above the receptionist staff, right? And this is definitely my field. I can show you my skills here. Besides all that, I will be in a new environment that really does not know who I am, what my relationship with Caraka is, and .. no one knows what happened to me.

Yes, this is indeed an opportunity that doesn't seem to be repeated, so I don't want to waste it. But anyway I have to discuss this matter first with Mamah as well.

I hope they will understand, and support my decision to accept Candra's offer. The opportunity will not come twice.

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