On Top of Sacred Love
Chapter 5. ATM Near the Office

This is the last day. He had to tell the hospital, his mother was in surgery or not. He just resigned.

This morning. Mirna's been queuing up at the ATM near her office. It's still 07:02 Wib. He was in the seventh row, among other employees. New employees overan the night shift to the morning shift. Looks like cheerful faces. The wait arrived.

First pay. Yes, this is Mirna's first salary. Supposedly, that beautiful plain face was flowery. Cheers, Sweeping. Feel the first salary.

However, it was not visible on his face. Without a cheerful expression. Even anxiety, anxiety and sadness. That's what I saw this morning. Mirna already knows the salary range in the transfer of HRD to her account.

No more than 4 million rupiah. It was the nominal written when Mirna signed the employment contract. It may even be reduced, for BPJS pieces of employment.

Mirna will transfer 3 million rupiah to the village. To the account of the brother who works in the sub-district office. For the living expenses of his brothers in the village. The cost of taking care of my mother has been transferred by uncle in the morning.

Mirna shed tears. The details are puddling, crammed and falling. Now it's her turn. He entered and was seen queue still snaking behind him.

He's inserted his ATM PIN. Succeeded. He immediately press the transfer menu. He paused for a moment. Search for destination account number on his android HP.

Two misscall. Notifications on HP ignored. His ring finger has now pressed the bank code. Followed by account number.

"Three million" Mirna said, tapping the numbers on the ATM screen.

He immediately collected proof of transfer. Who fell to the floor. Put it in her briefcase.

Less than a million. That must be the rest of the balance. However, Think for a moment. How much can I take. For living expenses and pay the cost. Mirna's not staying at uncle's house anymore. Because uncle's house is far away to his office.

BALANCE CHECK. Written on the screen. Then on the press. Mirna waited a little too long. Maybe another technical glitch. Repeat it again. BALANCE CHECK. The sound from outside started to grow noisy. The queue is getting longer.

"Lho!?!" Mirna was shocked to death. His eyes widened to see the balance on the ATM screen.

"K-ko koq can saldo this much," Mirna seemed to be in disbelief. He rubbed his eyes. The nominal remains that way. Hasn't changed.

"Is there something wrong with the transfer?!," while looking outside has started banging on the ATM door. The queue is irregular.

Mirna decided to come out. He didn't take the money. Take the queue back in the back row. Mirna kept wondering. Where did the money come from.

Could something have gone wrong with the transfer? If someone else transfers, it's impossible. He had an account for a month. I have never shared my account number with anyone.

Perhaps the only one who knows his account number is the Payroll section. HRD of the company he works for. He took a step forward. The queue decreases by one.

As Mirna's mind explores the possible flow of money into her account, the phone comes in.

From his brother, who keeps his mother in the hospital.

"How, Mir? At 9 this is a surety money guarantee for your mother's operation,"

"Yes, aunt, be patient. At the moment Mirna has not decided. Please tell my aunt to her doctor, I'll call you at 9,"

Phone turned off. Mirna's on deadline. Closer to the time the hospital has set. His mind was again filled with balance problems in the account. Unresolved.

Soon he grabbed his HP. Make sure it's what time it is. 07:30. There's still 1.5 hours. He thinks hard. Must make a decision immediately.

"Can I write the wrong supplier account number on the payment list record? Did I write my own account number there? so my boss got the transfer wrong?" Until there to investigate the origin of the money that is in his account

"But it's impossible. My boss is notoriously meticulous." Stepping forward shortens the queue. There are 11 waiting for their turn. It's about 08:00, office hours. He has never been late to enter.

07:55. There are 5 more lines. It can't be possible anymore. Mirna ended the line. Step towards the gate of his office.

Finance & Accounting Office

At 08:45. Mirna is racing against time. Mirna has to make a decision about the mother's operation. So or not. The mother is getting weakly grogoti malignant tumor in the liver. Without surgery, you won't heal.

"In my account there are 36 million, my God, but I don't know whose money it is" Mirna prayed in her office toilet.

"Can I wear it, Lord, is it a sin, Lord? My mother wants surgery, I need the money God," she said. Afraid to go to the next toilet.

Sereni Esta Hospital

At 13:00 the next day. In a local hospital. Two nurses pushing a patient. Followed by brother. A middle-aged woman. Lying weak.

Heni Suista's. 46 Years old. Patient data is written. Post-operative Patients. She gave birth to Mirna.

Mirna's mother is done in surgery. Liver tumor surgery. Now get out of the operating room. Towards a female-only surgical room.

In an office. Mirna still can't believe it. He's been using what's not his money. Which he does not yet know its origin. For the treatment of his mother. Although it's clearly in his account. However, the money is not clearly of origin.

Salary slips have been taken, written there 4 million rupiah. Reduced pieces. It is very unlikely that the payroll portion of the employee's salary transfer is wrong.

However, Mirna was convinced. This is not a sin. Not a crime either. Just to save my mom's life. If someone demands the money back, he will return it. Although through installments.

Mirna is now relieved. One goal has been achieved. Help Mom. Pay for his medical expenses. Saving his mother from a disease.

The contents of the balance are still a mystery. Which he kept looking for. Who is kind. Mirna was sure no one knew her account number yet.

Not even a roommate, no one knows yet. Never shared an account number. Only the payroll section, the HRD section knows the account.

"Why daydream, Mirna?" Mirna was shocked to death. His heart almost fell. A man approached her. Uncle's age. However, it looks still young. His style is not inferior to young people, Mirna's office friends.

Frengky Nors's. He is the HR Manager of the company. He's 47. A Duda. Cheerful and likes humor. He was a friend of Mirna's uncle. And through him is the vacancy info uncle knows. She also recommended Mirna to her Finance & Accounting manager. Mirna's Top.

"Eh, Om Nors, uh..P-pak Nors's. I'm really surprised Mr. Nors."

"What's daydreaming, yach's guy?" Mr. Nors started teasing Mirna while sitting nearby.

"Not Mr. Nors, you don't have a guy yet."

"If you don't have a guy yet, let me introduce you, he's here too" Mr. Nors began to step in.

"Who is Mr. Nors," Screamed curiously.

"Who else if not Mr. Nors,"

They both laughed loudly. Looks very familiar. They meet often at the house of Uncle Mirna. So I got used to being close.

At the canteen entrance. A man glued, Shut up. Mutely. His hands were carrying plastic inscribed with famous food brands. His eyes are perfectly round. Looked at the north table by the window.

It was Mirna's favorite table to spend her lunch. Mirna and Mr. Nors now look serious chatter. From Mirna's facial gestures, we can be sure to discuss the mother's disease.

"I've been told by Mr. Rum several times. If your mother is sick. Your uncle also asked for help to lend money, for operating expenses," Mr. Nors said as he shed tears.

In front of the canteen door. Getting riveted. Weight of foot stepping. Her heart was sliced at Mirna and an important man in this company. Especially when Mr. Nors melap tears Mirna.

He was no longer at the entrance of the canteen. Although heavy, it shifted towards the south. Head to Finance & Accounting. Mirna's workspace. He left the food he brought to the security guard there.

The man is now driving his sports car. He's headed for Noto Brotoseno's House. No 10's. 2-story luxury house.

A gentleman opened the gate immediately. Then shut it back down. Soon the owner of the pajero car went out to the top floor. A middle-aged mother was piqued by the man's footsteps.

"Alex....., why?" ask the mother while following to the 2nd floor.