My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
Taste That Is Hard to Translate

This morning, I went back to looking for work. Mentari is still shy about framing the earth, but Naja is ready with small backpacks, flat shoes, and black cloth pants. Different this time she wears a loose white blouse.

His eyes were still slightly swollen after since dawn Naja tried to reduce it. Even he had to growl deeply because the job application file he brought yesterday was lost somewhere so he had to make another new one. And even more unfortunate ..the picture of the dress design she made was mostly there.

The sky was still blue, the wind was blowing coldly against the bangs that filled Naja's forehead. The young lady walked over while lowering her face, occasionally stopping to look at her phone just to reply to some incoming messages. Asa in his heart is not as big as yesterday but he must continue to live, right?

The main road looks so crowded with street actors who move. Downstream passing vehicles are very crowded even bus stops are still very full. Passing through the ranks of shops and cafes, Naja almost reached a fairly well-maintained and clean stop.

"COPETTE ...!" Just stop and look to the source of the voice. There was a man running towards her, his hand holding a bag and a woman wearing high heels also running while shouting and waving.

In retiring, in his heart he counted. And,

BRUKK.

The man fell down with his nose and mouth landing on the sidewalk of the road for breaking the leg extended by Naja. As fast as lightning Naja grabbed the small bag and kicked the man's thigh.

"Sir, find a real job! No blessing to feed a wife's child by stealing!" Naja walked backwards leaving the man who was also lightning-fast standing up and running away.

"Please Mbak .. If it wasn't for Ma'am, my money would have gone all." The beautiful woman gasped, she even held onto her stomach.

"Together, Mother!" Just hold out the bag and walk backwards. He knew the beautiful woman was still breathing, so he did not realize she was gone.

Naja sat his body on an elongated bench stop. Some people seem to be busy with their work. Naja sighed, leaning his head on the support pole of the roof stop which was slightly rusted and affixed with stickers. His feet were swinging lazily.

"Where else is it .. How do it work?" Naja looked up at the sky, "If money could come down by itself, ah .. glad!".

He hurriedly straightened his body. Patting her soft lips that are delicious. "This is what caused my recovery to collapse!"

Naja looked down, staring at the tip of his foot. His brain devised a backup plan, swiftly pulling the phone from inside the bag.

She nimbly typed in a few messages on her acquaintances, ranging from beauty product owners to household supply resellers. Try your luck by selling online.

"Mother that did me that much?" The voice of the woman carrying Naja's head looked up, encountering an ayu face gleaming full of sweat.

"Eh, I'm not asking for anything in return! I just happened to be there!" Naja got up while shaking his hands in front of his chest.

"Then I say thank you very much, I owe you!" A beautiful smile displaying the hollows on both of her cheeks made her even more beautiful. Plus its two slightly long front teeth make it even cooler.

"This is my real tooth, Ma'am!" The woman chirped without diminishing her hospitality to Naja.

"Eh ..," Naja smiled awkwardly, scratching the side of his head, misbehaving from being caught.

"Once again thank you ..," The woman reached out her hand, "Mikhayla,"

"Steel!" Naja answered gently welcoming Mikhayla's hand.

For a moment Micah noticed Naja, “do you need a job?”

Naja gasped, then hid the map behind his body. “Eh .. Yes Mbak. I again need a job.”

Micah's red lips flashed a smile. “I have a job opening in my fiance's office, but only Office Girl ..”

“Ngga anything Ma'am, I want ...,” cut Naja joy.

“Nothing?” Micah was a little in disbelief, seeing Naja's decent appearance.

“Iya Mbak .. as long as it is halal,”

Micah scrunched up his forehead so smooth, “do you mean? Do I look like I'm going to sell you?” naja's words seemed to offend Micah. Or is Micah the sensitive one?

“Eh .. not so, the map” Naja held swayed in front of Micah. “I don't—“

“I understand,” Micah smiled briefly and immediately returned to normalize his expression that had sharpened. “Ayo ... my fiance's office is a bit away from here!”

Naja who was still dumbstruck with Micah's rather strange attitude according to him, immediately caught up with Micah who had already walked first in the direction from where he had come.

“Ayo ..” invite Micah when you arrive at Micah's luxury car.

“Who are you really, Naja?” inner Micah.

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The 28-year-old man's nose is studded with glasses as a shield to protect his eyes when facing a computer screen. His gaze was sharp and his expression firmly impressed fiercely. But this even makes it more charming, although rarely the thin lips curved a smile.

“Yes God ...,” Excel was surprised but he tried to be reasonable when such a familiar voice landed in his hearing room.

“Lo serious work very... girlfriend also does not have, money you make jajanin who?” connect the guy who since college was friendly with him and Rega.

“If you go into the room people make it a habit to knock on the door first ..!” the word Excel had no intention of seeing Samuel flinging his body across the chair from Excel.

“Alah .. rich lo if in the office yes-iya just the same girl. Or are you pretending to be serious about hiding girls in the toilet?" Samuel hung his elbows on an Excel desk, one hand reached into his pocket to take out a box of cigarettes. After pulling out a cigarette, Sam throws the box until it slides closer to Excel.

"Can you read it, right?" Excel glanced at Sam who instantly turned off the lighter that had just touched the tip of his cigarette. In the workspace Excel clearly displayed a warning not to smoke.

"Basic steel bars, rigid very lo the same rules?" Sam threw a cigarette in the trash. Then thrust his back on the chair that instantly rotated.

"I'm busy .. Don't talk about the girl or your job that you think is great!" switch Excel when Sam wants to continue. As if he had memorized Sam's character when he came here in the morning blind like this.

"Rese lo... I'm here because it's again the same keel of my designer! I've paid a lot, uh even run away from a mountain of work." upset Sam. The tall, plontos-headed man who owned the men's clothing brand looked frustrated. Repeatedly he massaged his forehead leaving a reddish mark.

For a moment Excel stopped the movement of his hand over the keyboard. Staring at his best friend but only for a moment, he immediately continued the work waiting to be completed. After all, he could not provide a solution. "You know right .. I can't help you? Just ask Rega for help!"

Sam was advancing his body lazily, annoyed his best friend was also not concerned with the difficulty. "Lo no girl acquaintances who can picture that shirt? Or maybe Jen could find me a new designer?"

Excel blinks very slowly, like thinking. "There's no .. and Jen doesn't have any designer friends either."

The answer that really makes Sam careless. "Lo can not ... does not cuekin I rich gini? Okay you are busy .. I understand but I also help you when you are in trouble ...!" snapped Sam.

"I don't know the man you're looking for, Sam .. Why are you angry?" Excel was so astonished when the usually relaxed Sam suddenly catapulted his anger.

Sam rubbed his head in frustration, so dead-end that he scolded his best friend. Sam stomped his hand violently to nudge some of the files on the Excel table and make it fall apart.

"Sorry Cel! The oath!" Samuel was so nervous, moreover Excel looked at him so sharply. Rushing Sam took the scattered file but when his hand touched the map that should not be here, Sam was so curious. The blue map was drawn and Sam quickly opened it.

"This is what I'm looking for ..." - Sam but Excel can still hear it clearly.

"Reverse Sam ... Don't mess up my room even if you're angry!" exciting Excel.

"It's not lo. This is me who is more entitled. Thanks Bro.Lo is my best friend." Sam waved the blue map before Excel as the man frowned.

"Don't Sam .. it's not mine." Excel seems to object. Half way Excel got up from his seat. But Sam was already away at the door.

"Lo calm down .. I'll pay you a fair price."

Excel stared at the closed door with a faint smile. But meaningfully, for some reason he was so satisfied with himself this time.

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