Metallmorphosis
CHAPTER 75. Destroyed For The Second Time.

Zinnia continues down the highway pavement. He goes wherever his feet want to go. He left with nothing but those stuck to his body. Only the phone he kept in his hand. Cell phones that are dead because of the battery.

The sun is in the middle of the dispute. The heat did not dampen Zinnia's footsteps to go as far away from his home as possible.

This time, he really did not plan to return. His collapsed heart made him not care about Ren either. Or rather, shame.

The shame that is no longer. The destruction of his feelings and heart made him not care about Ren's worries. His mind became dead-end to think far there. He had even forgotten about his work

Zinnia was sitting on the sidewalk. Look at his dead cell phone. Then he put it in his pocket.

Zinnia hungry. There's only five grand in the back pocket of his pants. He was weighing what he could get with the money to prop up his stomach. Cheap food but lots of portions.

Far away, he saw a five-footed fry vendor. He thought about buying a fry. But he was also tempted by the chicken noodle cart beside him.

Zinnia got up after reading an inscription on the chicken noodle cart. It is written that the price of a serving of chicken noodles is only five thousand rupiah.

Zinnia ordered a serving of chicken mia and sat down on a plastic stool. Next to him, sat a middle-aged man who seemed to also be waiting for his order.

The savory aroma of chicken noodles that had been served in front of him made Zinnia's stomach increasingly struggling. He immediately devoured the food without even seasoning it first.

While eating, he was thinking of a way to survive after being completely separated from his family. And one thing was certain, he would not ask Ren for help. His shame didn't allow that. At the very least, he had to save the rest of the self-esteem he had.

Zinnia still has Joham. But the situation is different now. Joham is dating Navya. If he told Joham, the man would have told Navya.

What could he do to get money? To connect to life?

A scavenger passing in front of him gave him an idea. He could be a scavenger.

Feeling full. Zinnia wanted to pay for his food. He gave five rubu, the only money he had.

The chicken noodle seller seemed to be frowning even though he still received the money.

“Trank, bang.” Said Zinnia who was about to leave. But, the brother of the chicken noodle seller immediately pulled his arm.

“Less, Mbak.” Seller says.

“Current? That's five thousand.”

“Ya less. It costs fifteen thousand sepsi.”

“But that's five thousand.” Zinnia argued for his justification.

“That's a number 1 behind it but it's gone. Gini day, five thousand dapet what, Ma'am? It just doesn't close.” Brother even fought fate.

“But I don't have any more money.” Honest Zinnia.

“Ya is not dong. I also take care of people's trades. My cook should number ten thousand? Abis my salary today.”

“I really don't have any more money, Bang.”

“I don't want to know. Where here. Ten thousand more.” Force the salesman's brother.

Zinnia pias looked at the seller. It was the only money he had. Where did he get his flaws?

“Bang!” Call the middle-aged man who was sitting together with Zinnia. “Let me pay for lack.”

The man got up from his seat and took out his wallet. Then pay for the food and Zinnia's lack of money.

“Still, Mr. Haji.” Answer the salesman.

“Trank, Sir.” Zinnia said to the man.

“Sama-sama. You need another job?” Ask the kind-hearted father.

“Iya. How did you tau?”

“Hahaha. I can give you a job. But only as a maid. How?”

“Good. Then let's go to my house.”

“You are many, Sir. Thanks a lot.” Said the excited Zinnia. Now he no longer dizzy thinking of ways to get a job.

Zinnia followed the good man and walked away from the chicken noodle cart. He feels good not playing.

“Whose name?”

“Zinnia, Sir.”

“Sinnia. Um. I'm Burhan.”

“Thank you so much for giving me a job, Mr. Burhan.”

“Sama-sama. Hope you work at home in my house.”

“Definitely, Sir. I'll do my best, Mr.” Zinnia Promise.

Mr. Burhan just nodded his head. Not long walk, they had entered a housing and Mr. Burhan stopped at one of the houses near the volleyball field.

“This is my home. Come, log in.” Bring Mr. Burhan.

Zinnia followed Mr. Burhan into the 5x10-square-meter permanent home. The house is two-story. There is a mini park and a car garage on the front.

First floor, there is a living room that doubles the tv room. After that there was a bedroom. In front of the bedroom, there is a dining table. The kitchen is at the end of the stairs.

“You can cook, right?”

“If it's regular cooking, I can, Sir.” Fortunately, she often helps Lida in the kitchen. I didn't think it would be useful either.

“Nothing. We are not picky about food. Mature origin. Here's the kitchen, yes.”

Zinnia nodded in understanding.

Mr. Burhan took Zinnia around and introduced the ins and outs of his house. Finished on the first floor, Mr. Burhan invited Zinnia to go up to the second floor.

There, there are two bedrooms. One is big and one is small.

“You can use this room.” Mr. Burhan said showing a room measuring 2x2 square meters. There was a bad single and also a closet full of clothes there.

“You can also wear all the clothes that are here.”

“Iya, Sir. Thanks though. But it's quiet, sir. Mother where?”

“My wife died 5 years ago. I just live here with my son. That's room. Now play it again.”

“Ooh. Sorry, Mr.” Zinnia felt guilty after offending those sad memories.

“Nothing. And here's the bathroom. You can shower and wash here.” Said Mr. Burhan again. Shows the bathroom next to the room designated for Zinnia.

Mr. Burhan is a kind person. It was the first impression that Zinnia had. The middle-aged man even gave him a job and a place to stay. It was a fortune that he met Mr. Burhan.

“You can start now, right?” Ask Mr. Burhan again.

“Can, Sir.”

“Your first task, please make us dinner. All the ingredients are in the refrigerator. I want to rest first.”

“Good, Sir.”

Zinnia saw Mr. Burhan coming into his room. Then he walked over to the fridge and saw what he could cook.

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