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First Work

"From your story, do you feel unprepared to date Rayyan,?" Kia accidentally comes to Hanna to her house, because she is tired of being on an endless campus when she wants to consult with a teaching counselor. Kia decides to go to Hanna's house and later return to campus after this.

Hanna sighed, just now she told me what happened last night. There was a sense of wanting to survive, but he also doubted whether he was capable with a world that was completely new to him.

"Does everyone have to be beautiful by their standards, huh,?" Hanna snorted bitterly, her hands crossed. "Not to mention this." Hanna thrust her phone at Kia. Kia grabs Hanna's phone and looks at her social media. Many people make inappropriate comments.

Kia frowned, surprised by the netizens who pinned comments on Hanna's post that had nothing to do with Rayyan at all. And many of his comments were writing malicious words.

"So crazy," Kia was frenzied, it was obvious she was going to defend Hanna.

"Eat it," Hanna rubbed her hair. Because he's not basically an artist either, so getting this kind of insults makes him think. And don't let him stress it out.

"Rayyan know, don't you,?"

"Come,"

"Do I need an opal, please,?" muttered Hanna, her face holding back a laugh. Kia laughed out loud.

"You don't go crazy, you're beautiful. Do not need to be treated, if necessary do not play social media,"

Hanna clucking.

"Don't just because of this you're backing out of Rayyan, because I know, you're so happy with her,"

"I'm pretentious," Hanna glanced.

Hanna's phone rings.

"This is Han, there's a call," Kia handed her phone to Hanna. Hanna saw a number on the screen, a foreign number. Not yet in his contacts.

"Who is it,?" muttered.

"Lift Han, important times ah," Kia reminded.

"Yes Hello..." Hanna's a little away from Kia. Hanna nodded while putting on a happy face. Kia watched from her place.

Hanna hipped her phone, and pranced around while clasping her hands in the air.

"Yeeees" he said as he approached Kia.

"Newly got your lottery,?" Kia guessed recklessly, Hanna still laughed happily.

"I got gawe Ki,"

"Oh what are you applying for when is the day? who did you get to interview,?" Kia clarified. Hanna nodded. Kia stood up and hugged Hanna, she was happy with what her friend had gotten.

"Happy Han, I hope you've worked there,"

"Thank you, Kia. later if I pay the money I buy." promised Hanna.

"Ready,"

"Oh yeah, speaking of treaties, how did you get paid for a vacation with her friend Mona, anyway,?" Hanna suddenly remembers the promise of Mona and Kia's bet.

"It looks like the trunk of his nose just don't, it's saying he's mah, even if he wants to go on vacation, I'm ogah. Prestigious, not paid for him, I can vacation for a whole month" Kia flicked her hand. He was a rich man's son, just not showing.

"Fear broke he's just like you,"

"Well that's it, even though it's really tight koar-koar guts, once you know you are serious as Rayyan was swallowed by the earth. Uh but I'm finally on your end with Rayyan, seriously,"

Hanna knew, Kia was one of her sincere friends.

"Yes mak Kia, yes...,"

"Seriously Han,"

"Well yeah, until you look like Rayyan's sales,"

Kia chuckled at Hanna's unexpected answer.

Hanna opened her closet, picking out the clothes she would use to get into work tomorrow. Tomorrow is his first job, there is an anxious rassa in his mind. Very enthusiastic but also feeling excited.

"May all go well" he hoped. Hanna pulled out a white shirt and a black blazer, as well as black pants as the shirt she was going to wear tomorrow. Everything is ready, and tomorrow he will not be late just to find the right clothes.

***

"Siaaaaal," Hanna is upset with herself, and she's stupid again she doesn't tell Nayo to wake her up if she hasn't been seen.

"For Rayyan," he muttered while wearing a helmet, he was going to the office on a motorcycle. And he's in a big hurry. Because the clock is out. It's almost 8, and office hours are 8.

"Hope to come before office hours" a message from Farel yesterday. And Hanna's actually bad luck.

Hanna was ready to go to sleep last night, it turns out Rayyan called her until the early morning and made her wake up late, even the alarm from her phone was not able to wake her.

Hanna pulled her motor gas as fast as possible so she could get there, but whatever the power, the stuck road makes the speed of the motor is not as desired. Hanna was really upset with herself.

The first day of work that should have been a good image for him was ruined already. Hanna arrived at the motor park at half-nine. Hanna's angry, but who's the same. The phone that rang from earlier was ignored.

Hanna stepped into the office and headed towards Farel's room to face.

"This is a new employee, huh,?" ask a woman to Hanna.

"Eh yes mbak..eh Ma'am...,"

"Call me Nita, have been awaited from the same Mr. Farel," he said sounding cynical. Makes Hanna unkind.

"Yes.sorry, excuse me,"

Hanna who was already at the door immediately knocked slowly, hopefully Mr. Farel not angry with him. Hanna closed her eyes, still upset by what she was doing.

"Please enter" a voice came from behind the door that was not tightly closed. Hanna looked down and went in.

"Please sit down, Miss Hanna Rosita,"

"Sorry sir earlier, I'm late," Hanna lowered her head, feeling guilty.

Farel looked at Hanna sharply, making her even more overwhelmed by the sight. Hanna squeezed both her hands.

"This is your first day of work,"

"Yes sir forgive me," Hanna still felt guilty.

"Yes.iya.please after this be more disciplined and after this learn your job desk yes," Farel handed me a striped paper with a light blue cover.

"Yes, sir, ready,"

"Yes, where you are there," Farel pointed to an empty chair in the corner.

"Yes sir," Hanna looked at the entire room, and there were only 2 chairs, the seat occupied by Farel as well as his chair.

Just the two of you? hanna murmured, but the question she could not say, all she used to do was obey. The first day of work that really made him want to be angry, thankfully Mr. Farel was not angry. Phew