SECOND TIME - LOVE IN CASTE
9. LIFE START HERE

A year ago I became secretary to Mr. Anwar. Mbak Nana officially came out and said he wanted healing

travel the world until his savings run out.

"Mbak wants to spend savings first, want to have fun, buy this buy it, run out of it Mbak work again later, find more money," he said that time while sorting out the stuff in his office. I who helped put some things into the box just nodded and prayed for what was best for Nana. Don't forget to put my name in my prayer so I can be like Mbak Nana.

It's delicious who has a lot of money, want it. Vacation, shopping - shopping without a peep label

in advance. Wahhh when yes...

"Sir Anwar is a good boss, if you work really, you will be given a bonus, do not be weird with him, will not work!" advice me. His eyes glared as he said it. What's weird, what does that mean? Genitin, Mr Anwar?

Holy hooch! Although I am single, I do not intend gaet grandfather. I'm not that desperate even in staying married, mbak!

"Yeah, Ma'am. Like I'm a girl of nervousness" I replied sewot.

Before Nana resigned, he also told me that Mr. Anwar had three children, and I had met two people, he said, at that time Mas Angkasa and another child whose name is Sinar. For the other one, I don't know what it looks like. Never met before. But said mbak Nana, the Eldest was a casanova. "You have to be careful, Nar. Don't get into his seduction easily. He's an expert!" he said at that time.

    Madam Sinar is like my age and still studying abroad. His son is fit to be his mother - Bu boss -, elegant and fashionable. Sometimes I make Mbak Sinar my role model in dressing. I often see her fashionable style that is very good to combine the colors of her clothes. Want the color that hit and run also looks a good fit like him.

But, basically I am a hick from the village - the village still only I do not care and even say padu padan that I have created is tacky. I felt like an ondel-ondel even a scarecrow when I imitated it. To anticipate, so I took the center line, using soft colors.

Like today, I wore bright blue pants and a white shirt, at first I didn't care but I dared to try. And wow, every time I look at myself in the mirror I look like a different person, I look more

bright and younger than usual, which I used to wear formal clothes with dark colors on the bottom and other colors on the top.

    I'm a hick person who always thinks that black pants or skirts are the right color to wear everyday work. That monotonous color makes my look sometimes gloomy and dark and aging-like. But thanks to my courage today I am like a cen-cen girl who is pubescent and hot-hot looking for attention.

"You look fresher, Nar, "Praise the boss - Bu Melinda - as I greet the couple in front of Mr. Anwar's room. Fyi, the room of Mbak Nana who is predicted so my money is not so I occupy the audience, I remain at my work desk which used to be just a little renovation so like cubicles. Mbak Nana's room became the room of vice Pak Anwar who was held by his nephew. His name is Andy Pramudya.

    My intentions first who wanted to show off at the sosmed so failed. Indeed, yes, something that wants to be arrogant that the end result will always be sad.

"Thank you, ma'am," I replied courteously with my mainstay smile.

"You have to wear it like this often, which is important to be polite! You look younger, Nar," he continued.

"Okay, ma'am" I replied again.

If he knew who was my role model in today's dress, he would be even more happy and proud.

Ms. Melinda went into Anwar's room and I continued my work.

Mr. Andy who served as the representative was actually acting like an assistant and heard will be the successor to this company because the son of Mr. Anwar is not willing and wants a career of his own.

Great yeah! Although the source of money is in sight and does not need to pioneer from zero anymore, but still want to start from zero.

Although Mr. Andy acted as an assistant, but if there was a meeting outside, I was still included.

During this year of my tenure, I became the beloved secretary of Mr. Boss. Eitchh stop negative thinking. My favorite point here is to be treated like a child, not only by Mr. Anwar, Ms. Melinda was like that. If my work is not much or Mr. Anwar enough just accompanied by Mr. Andy. Sometimes Ms. Melinda invites me to accompany her shopping or kesalon or accompany her to follow charity activities even her social heritage. I was introduced as his assistant and I'm happy. Because of these things I got a lot of experience, life teaching and acquaintances who even though only know for granted. I know the boundaries of the audience..

    Sometimes Ms. Melinda also shopped me, bought me nice clothes that I could use while working. I enjoy it and thank you but I still do not forget the land, I still remember where my origins are .

Next week I will go home and my cut is approved. I'm going home

where I grew up, I would go home and eat together.  I miss my Mom and Dad

my brothers and sisters. Mom, I'm waiting for me to come home.

------------------

"Eating a lot, your body is so thin, have you really been eating well all this time?" my quiet father asked. I smiled and ate the meat my father had put on my plate

"Eat me well, Dad, this skinny but healthy Nara" I said praising myself. Yes, I keep my diet so that my body remains ideal with my job. There's no way I could be this agile if my scales

reach sixty? I've heard some girls who work the same as me gossip on the toilet when there is a meeting of businessmen. One of them said, that our profession, in addition to knowledge

the main thing is appearance.

My return today is because my brother is finally getting married . Her marriage was delayed because it helped me renovate our house. Yes, our house that was not even painted has now been repaired, it is not a renovation but a rebuild, because from the old building there is nothing worth maintaining.

Concrete house, nice ceramics nice glass windows and nice furniture, I spent my salary this year for the construction of this house. Although not as big as the house of RT sir but this house is already classified as a luxury house in our village. Thank God, may our fortune be good. Thank you, Ma'am Nana, who taught me to be a good worker. Thank you Mr. Anwar for the great salary and bonus.

Tomorrow's my brother's wedding and preparations are all right, it's not a big party, it's just a small event in front of the house. Good luck and happy congratulations to my brother and sister-in-law.

My brother's wedding reception went well and one by one the invitation to go home each.  As I was about to enter the house I saw a distended woman approaching the bride. She looks elegant with her distended stomach. I set out my intention to go inside. I don't want to think about avoiding this pregnant woman.

"Hi Ynara, how are you?" I said familiar. Even though during our time in this village, I have never been so friendly to him otherwise. We live in a village but like strangers.

"Hi Sov, I'm good, how are you?" I also reply kindly.

"I'm very nice and happy" he said, rubbing his distended stomach. Is she showing off because she's pregnant? Fuck up! Norak knows, like I can't move on.

But I could see the look in his eyes that was emitting sadness. What was?

"Congratulations, how many months?" I try to be familiar and not care

idleness in his eyes. What I care for. That's none of my business, is it? I don't want to be in the stamp of pretentious near and in the kepo katain. The ends are said to have not moved on and look around for their unhappiness.

"Come five," he answered briefly while raising his five fingers.

"Are you successful in Jakarta?" he asked as he spread his eyes all over the house.

"Thank you and hopefully!" I also accept the question.

"Yes already, I'm first well, Nar," he said as he passed. I just nodded in agreement.

It felt awkward indeed this meeting of ours, even though he was my age and we had one school, we

not too familiar can even be counted fingers how many times we talk at school. He was busy with his friends.

For three days in the village, not once did I see that man's face, did he not come home from the city? But, what do I care?

--------------------------

"Don't work too hard, remember to rest, don't use a lot of money but sickly," said Mother. Mom if I don't work hard when can we be rich?

"Let's get rich quick, Mom!" selorohku.

"Rich but sickly, trus your money runs out for treatment, will be poor again," he replied fiercely.

I just chuckled and hugged my mom's arm. I'm still missing and I still want to hug my mom for longer,

but because my cut was over I had to go back to Jakarta again and romusa again.

And right now mom is accompanying me packing clothes that are not much. Mom cooked some side dishes

for me to bring. It might be possible for the next week.

--------------------------

I waved my hand at my family. Goodbye to my loved ones.  I saw my mother holding back tears, I smiled so that my mother wouldn't cry. Don't ask my dad. It used to be so quiet as people didn't care. But we are his children and it is his closest people who know how to care for us. Like this time, when mom almost cried because I was about to leave again, Dad instead casually waved his hand. Deep in my heart, I wanted to cry and run towards them and wanted to hug them again.

    Unintentionally my gaze caught the figure at the other end. The man looked at me in silence. I try to ignore it and pretend I don't see it.

Ever since her engagement, I've been determined not to go back to her, not to hold any flavor

my love for him again. I will prove to her parents that I am the poor sadistic Ynara that this child once courted, will one day succeed and succeed. One day you will have a lot of money, a nice house and a nice car. So work hard!

Once again I turned, looked around and pretended to look the other way. I saw the man sweeping his hands in his eyes with a smile. He waved his hand at me. Whats? He knows I saw him? I look back and around me maybe she's chest-chested to someone else right? I can feel it for me when I don't. Nothing and I looked at him again, he waved again with a smile. Ohh Priaku.

    I returned his hand with a smile as well. Don't misunderstand the audience, I smiled not because of my love but I wanted to return the smile and show that I was okay.