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🌸Pov Nada🌸

This morning I started with a smile. I greet the morning sun and breathe the typical Balinese air with arms outstretched wide open. I closed both eyes and let the sun blow. I stood on the terrace of the hostel which happened to be unobstructed by the grove of trees so that sunlight could freely enter.

"Morning."

I immediately lowered it and opened my eyes to hear someone say hello.

"Eh,, early in the morning." apparently the daughter of the boarding mother, God if not wrongly named. I didn't pay much attention yesterday when the host mother introduced her.

The young man was passing by and just saying hello and doing his job. At the end of the courtyard there are two monument-like objects that become a means for Hindus to perform worship. If ordinary people know enough with the word Pura. Though as far as I know there are several descriptions and differences in shape according to their respective functions.

With a white T-shirt, udeng and Balinese cloth he wore, the young man performed his morning prayer. I saw that he was so concentrated with ten fingers glued together and placed right in front of his forehead.

Not until 10 minutes, he was finished and then turned around.

"For the Gods, it was more handsome." a coquettish voice sounded from the other room at the end.

I saw that God did not respond even if the woman who came out with just her sleeping negligee kept talking to her. Even wordlessly abandoned by a God I feel is done with his affairs there.

The gods also passed through my room. Intentions want to throw a smile but I pull it back. She's so cold. Not like it was when he greeted me.

Oh, come on, forget it. It doesn't matter either.

There are other important things that should be my concentration. Job application. Last night before going to bed I had time to browse the internet to find job vacancies relevant to my education and expertise.

Last night I sent several of them an email application letter and my biodata. I hope someone will respond to me today. At least call me and give me a chance to interview so I can more freely explain about myself.

Anyway must be positive thinking,, (not to be positive other yaa,,)

Crucuukk,,, krucuuukk,,,

My stomach gets a miss call from the stomach worms. I'm so hungry but I don't know where the nearest food stall or vendor is. Want to order through the application also do not know which good food recommendations are.

I'm really still blind here. No friends or brothers. So still fingering.

"I'd better try to walk out around this area. Who knows who can and find a match for my tongue." I murmured.

Actually the origin of the worm has been demo, please whatever they are also sure to. Especially if it's Ody's cooking. Hmmm yummy, uh,,

Hussst!!! How about Ody again? Remember yes Nada, you have let him happy with aunty Valencia. Don't push him anymore. You seek your own happiness.

I'm angry at myself who's been presumptuous to remember Ody. If I am not the one who forcefully coerces and governs myself, who else can?? Don't you?

I just came out wearing my nightgown and I wrapped it in my knit sweater. With the wallet I slipped between my right arm and my body, I walked down the small street in front of my hostel.

And,,,Sreetttt!!!

I felt something interested and as soon as I realized it turned out that my wallet I had slipped had changed hands to a man who was riding his motorcycle with speeding.

My tongue is too faint to just yell copet,, snatch, rob or whatever it's called. It happened so fast and I still can't believe what I experienced this first morning here.

It's my fault, why also tuck it in the right? Makes it easier for people passing through me to reach him. Instead of buying food, now I don't even have money to buy food.

How'this?

My consciousness so slow that it could finally just make me sit limp on the edge of the road and tear up.

How'this? All my possessions are in that wallet. Cash, ATMs, identity cards and various important things are all there. Work has not been able to even get trials like this. To eat today alone is there no how can it be to think about tomorrow and the future??

Imagining it makes me worse. My tears are getting broken even though of the many people who passed by like no one seems to care. Either they don't care or I don't pay attention around.

Anyway I can only cry over this fate of self,,,

"If there is a problem it is best to solve at home. Not on the road like this."

A cold, sniffling voice sounded to make me raise my head. With a face soaked in tears, I certainly look very ugly.

"Come on." The person who spoke and it turned out that God had already extended his hand helped me stand up.

"Thank you." I said.I followed his steps back to my hostel.

"Here please if you want to cry. Here you are safer. Whatever your problem, you can look here. Not on the street like that." he said as he arrived in front of my room.

"I cried on the streets for a reason. You don't know what happened to me." I was upset because he spoke as if he kept blaming me.

"Whatever your problem is, that journey won't help solve your problem. Crying won't help either. Even nyolot like this to me is not helping either. Good talk,,, talk to people about what your problems will help. Don't cry!!" ketus again.

Ih swear to the people yes,, Twisted around talking about it. Where's the smart ass. Why am I whiny again. Huuhh,, sucks!! Then he told me to talk or talk about my calamity earlier to who tried?? Friends I don't have.

"Would you say that?? If not, I stay" he said again.

Loh, that means he I told him to talk and tell him my problem??

"For a long time." he turned around to leave me.

"I'm hungry. And I don't have any money" I said, closing my eyes so shamefully. He must be looking at me weird right now. I dare not open my eyes.

"Just yesterday can pay the cost now say do not have money? Where is your money? Even to buy food is not possible. If you have not been able to pay the cost should not style style pay in front first." he then really left me without waiting for any explanation from me.

Ish,, it sucks this one thing. He really wants to help what the hell?? Pantesan can not be a mate. I swear you are single for life!! I swear to you if anyone wants to be the same you are only a forced female because there is no choice but you!!! Huhhh, sebel, sebelllll.

It was a fucking morning. Cockiness plus lectured creatures sucks.

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