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Upon arrival in the courtyard of the house, Irene passed by Erin who was watering plants.

"Miss, tumben bring a bag. Where is Miss going?" erin asked full of question marks.

"Hmm so, Erin. I want to go to college first, there are important things to be done" Irene lied, because she did not want Erin to complain to Darren or Dyra.

"I'm with Miss, huh?" Erin offers herself to come along, in order to always be able to take care of Irene while outside the house.

Irene smiled nervously, as she flicked both hands in front of her body. "No need, Erin. You don't have to worry, later after my business on campus is over, I'll be home soon."

Erin knitted her eyebrows together a sign she disagreed with Irene's departure alone.

"But, Miss. I'm assigned by Mr. Darren and Mrs Dyra to always look after you."

Irene approached Erin, then rubbed Erin's arm to calm her down.

"I can take care of myself, Erin. You don't have to worry about me! I must be fine, "Irene kept trying to convince Erin.

Erin finally nodded, though in her heart she still felt anxious. "Miss wait a minute, let me have another waiter find a cab for Miss."

"No need for Erin, I take a taxi in front of me huh," Irene refused with a smile on her face.

"The distance is quite far, Miss, from the house to the front street. Already, Miss just wait here yes, there will be a taxi that will pick up Miss."

"No need, Erin. Let me find a taxi in front of the road, yes, I want to try to greet the neighbors near the house, because I just stayed here."

Erin stopped forcing, after the reason that was thrown from Irene's mouth sounded reasonable.

"Alright Miss, if that's your will. Be careful on the road! Call me if Miss needs help, whatever it is don't hesitate."

Irene became full of excitement when she heard Erin's words. He immediately hugged the body of a woman who was very good and attention to her. Finished taking off her embrace, Irene took her leave and resumed her footsteps, heading to the front of the gate.

Irene actually felt very guilty, for lying to Erin, but she had no other choice. After all, it is very unlikely if he uses a taxi to go to the bar, while the distance is very far from home. He already knew very well, would not be able to pay the cost of his taxi, because the rest of the money he had was just enough for him to ride the bus, even Irene had to endure hunger and thirst during the trip.

Upon arrival in front of the highway, Irene immediately waited for the bus at the stop and sat there, unwinding after walking a few steps from her home. It was true what Erin said, that it turned out that the distance from her house to the stop was not close.

Irene, who had been trying hard, finally could no longer hold the circle of sadness that had sprouted on her eyelids. The woman cried sobbing, expressing all sorrow for a life so desperate to live. Irene had to fight alongside the child she contained, without the attention of those closest to her who were currently avoiding her. Irene continued to cry, even as this sound of crying sounded even more stifling

He continued to observe dozens of cars passing in front of the stop. But of the many vehicles he saw, there was not a single bus that had been waiting for him.

After an hour had passed, a bus finally stopped in front of the bus stop. The pleasure of seeing the bus, making the look on his own face, instantly disappeared. He immediately stepped in to get into the bus, but at the same time the car driven by Owen passed.

"That's like Miss Irene, but what's she taking that bus for. Why wasn't he being ushered in by Mr Ansel?" inner Owen frowned both of his eyebrows.

On the way to the bar, Irene just stared silently as she leaned her head against the windowpanes. He tried to calm himself with all his strength, but all in vain, because the sadness came again, to make tears continue to wet his cheeks. Irene realized, at this time she was on the bus with a passenger capacity that looks crowded. How shameful, when his sadness to disturb other passengers, especially now some people already seem to pay attention to him, when they hear the sound of Irene's cries as much as they want.

Irene was getting stronger and more restraining herself, so as not to get too swept away in grief. In fact, it only gives more pain than before.

Irene is now completely destroyed and is trying to get up, even if only alone. No one offered her a backrest, at least a shoulder or a hug for her to cry on.

The bus speed stopped, when Irene asked for it. Irene got off the bus and took about 10 minutes to get to a bar where she worked, on foot. But this is almost every day done, to be able to save costs.

"Prophey, son, we'll be there soon. You must be tired yes, son, but you must be strong yes," Irene's inner strength strengthened her currently fragile heart, with fatigue so felt all over her body.

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