Secrets of Lakefront House
CHAPTER 9. JOB APPLYING

The bright morning sunlight barging in through the bedroom window woke Jilena, startled as she opened her eyes realizing her position. He rolled over and glanced at the clock, deciding he should get up. He remembered his father's words always reminding him, do not laze, many things to do after seven o'clock.

Right enough. Last night after finding her old photo with Noah, Jilena spent time unable to sleep just rolling around in bed for hours, recalling good times, and bad memories. In fact, his dream with Noah ended tragically.

Sliding his legs down from the side of the bed, he stumbled down the stairs as he walked towards the kitchen. Feeling a little dizzy from crying and red eyes, Jilena managed to make a cup of coffee for her. He's gonna need a cup of coffee to look fresh when he meets the city's newspaper manager.

Instead of calling her, she would easily ignore my inner Jilena, she decided to meet in person, with a friendly, sweet smile on her face and her resume. He would promote himself with abilities, so the reason why they should recruit him. After drinking a cup of coffee to start today, he walked into his papa's study.

He paused for a moment and looked at the collar of the photos again. Does papa really want his picture at his desk, or— maybe papa asked mama to frame all the photos and put them neatly in the corner of his desk, to remind him that he has two daughters? Perhaps the last guess is correct.

There are two archival drawers still to be examined, in hopes of finding a will containing a final request. They had to find him immediately because the coroner's office wanted to know where to send his body to then arrange a funeral. Not like when his mother died. Her mother had already explained to her husband and daughter what she wanted if she died — was buried in the city cemetery under a large elm tree that would provide shade for the family when it came to pilgrimage.

In the midst of her busy life, at exactly eight and a quarter, Jilena received a call from her aunt.

“There's luck?” The Goddess asked.

"Never, aunt. There's one more cupboard I need to wipe. There's also some locks and I don't know where the key is. Is the key the same aunt?"

"No, don't have, baby."

"Sorry, Aunt Goddess, maybe I should break the drawer lock to open it."

“Oh, don't be sweet girl, no! That's an antique table. Why don't you try asking your papa's lawyer? I'm sure he's already had someone draft a will.”

“I haven't found anything, but know the nature of my papa, I'm sure—she has a will. Maybe there's the same one of the lawyers at his firm.”

"Do you want a aunt who calls and is his secretary?" Aunt Goddess offers. “He probably knows.”

“Tante, I'm going to the newspaper office this morning to apply for the job. Why don't I just stop by papa's office, maybe I can get the info directly.”

“Alright, Son. Go there after you finish the interview. Aunt and Sarah will be waiting for you here. May your interview be a success yes, dear.”ujar Aunt Goddess gives encouragement.

"Where is Ramira?"ask Jilena.

“She's gone to The Upper Spot Cafe. He always leaves before five in the morning, makes bread and opens a shop. But Sarah's not there today. He'll accompany auntie here."

A short stop at The Upper Spot Cafe to see Ramira seems like a great idea, enjoying a delicious cup of coffee and fresh cinnamon rolls. “I have to go and get ready. Aunt, I must have told aunt that I found something. ” Jilena ended the conversation and closed her phone.

...******...

After wearing a black skirt and a white silk top, Jilena headed to The Upper Spot Cafe. While swallowing his saliva imagined a cinnamon roll made by Ramira. He parked the car right in front of the cafe and walked in.

A middle-aged woman, with black hair rolled back like a bun, stood behind the counter with Ramira, while serving a customer who started to get crowded this morning. As Ramira looked at Jilena, a sweet smile emanated on her face and eyes shone. "Hey Jil! Tumben came here early in the morning" His face was happy to see the arrival of his best friend.

"Want to see you for a minute.”  Jilena stood waiting for the queue while watching the two women deftly serve customers. The Upper Spot Cafe is popular with delicious bakery and coffee.

"I'm so glad you stopped by. What do you want to order?" Ramira asked when Jilena was in front.

"Lumayan is crowded even though it is still morning." Jilena looked around the cafe.

“Yes, it—indeed every morning always crowded customers, bread and coffee here right the best.”kata Ramira proud while winking.

“Please make me mocha-cappuccino and cinnamon roll?”jilena.

*mocha cappuccino & cinnamon roll..breakfast this gaesss cake Jilena 😋😋 is getting hotter 👍👍.

*cinnamon roll ala The Upper Spot Bakery & Cafe👍👍😋💕💕

"All right." Ramira leaned forward and lowered his voice. "If you can wait a minute, the customer is a bit quiet we can talk.”

"Okay, I'll find an empty table first."

Ramey pointed to the right. “A corner. Just sit there, I'll bring you your order.” Then he put on the next line. "Good morning, Mr. Police."

Mr Police? Jilena turned around with a smile, wondering what person Ramira— called their old friend Jonathan? His hopes were raised when he saw a patrolman in a middle-aged uniform who he did not know. They stared at each other for a moment and blushed cheeks embarrassed as he thought the man might be the handsome Jonathan.

"I'm sitting there." As he stepped, Jonathan walked in through the door. “Jilena?”

“Hi, Jonathan?.” surprised by Jonathan's presence, instantly a sweet smile graced his face. Pucuk loved ulam also arrived. "Well, good to see you again. I was just about to take the table. Would you like to join me?"

"Sorry Jil, I can't. Me and my partner here just want to buy coffee and—”

“Donat is also right?” Jilena chuckled, glancing at him.

"I'm underestimating the police?" He grinned back. “Actually, buy coffee and bread for breakfast.”

"Uh huh." Jilena is not sure.

“Bread here is good you—fits also make breakfast. You should try it. ”

"I knew. My mom used to make it for us first.” she replied.

"Oh I forgot." Jonathan looked a little embarrassed. “Your mother used to run this place."

He's nodding. "Yes, mama and Ramira."

"thank you. Yes, papa is a good person.”

“After the funeral and other events,” Jonathan continued, “If you are still in this city temporarily, may we meet? Maybe just dinner or something. I'd be very happy if you'd be willing, Jil."

"Hey, Jo!" his partner called from the doorway. Jonathan's gaze turned to the other officers.

"I took the order" said his colleague. "We have to go now." Jonathan looked back at Jilena and raised his eyebrows, seemingly waiting for an answer.

"Yes, okay. I want to, too" said Jilena. "Call me yes", her cheeks were a little blushing.

Jonathan smiled as he waved casually as he walked out the door. Through the window, Jilena looked at Jonathan and his companion getting into their patrol car. Damnit damnit! I haven't given you my phone number yet!

*visual Jonathan Benedictus.si handsome police new idol Jilena 😊😊.

"Let's." Jilena shrugged her shoulders, hopefully to see you again, when she saw they were gone, she sat at a small table in the corner waiting for Ramira.

"I'm coming." Ramira put the coffee and cinnamon rolls in front of him, then sat down on the chair opposite Jilena. “Have you talked to Aunt Goddess this morning?"

"Yes, he called me." Jilena sipped a little hot coffee. He explained that he had not found his father's funeral instructions and that he would go to his office, once his affairs were completed at the newspaper office.

"Keenan Hadinata is the person you should meet there," Ramira said. “He came here last week, talking about the job vacancy in his office, he had asked if I knew someone who might be interested. I didn't respond back then, but now ... "He pointed towards Jilena while walking slowly towards Jilena.

“Thank you for the info. After eating this delicious cinnamon roll, I'll go there."

"Well, okay. I'm back at work" Ramira said. “I shouldn't be working today, it's better to accompany Sarah and Aunt Goddess, but I'm always busy here. Besides, I had to make an order cake and help Ayla this morning because of the bustling customer.” Ramira smiled sadly, then stood up. “I'll stay yes, enjoy your breakfast."

...****...

Bright sunlight reflected off the pavement as Jilena stood outside the newspaper office, tidied up her skirt and lightly rubbed her hair. He took a slow breath and put a big smile on his face then pushed open the glass door. Wanting to amaze Mr. Keenan Hadinata with his work experience and intelligence, Jilena hopes he doesn't smell the scent of despair on her. He desperately needs this job.

Jilena breezed casually into the building towards the reception desk. "Good morning. I want to meet Mr. Keenan Hadinata.”

"Do you have an appointment?" The gray-haired woman peered over her glasses.

“No, sorry. I'm here to apply for a job as a reporter. ”

"I understand." The woman raised her wrinkled finger, gesturing for him to wait for a while. He picked up the phone handle and pressed a few buttons at the entertaining. “What's your name, babe?”

"Jilena Margaretha."

The old receptionist turned his attention back to the phone. "Master, there's a young lady here who wants to see you about the reporter's job. Said her name was Jilena Margaretha.” The receptionist paused for a moment, listening to the response from the other end of the phone. "All right."

He slowly hung up the phone and directed his gaze back to Jilena. "Please, sit down and Mr. Keenan will see you in a few minutes."

“Thank you”. Jilena answered briefly while following the direction of the woman's finger pointing towards the row of waiting chairs across. Jilena tried to smile sweetly at the woman, wondering how long she had been working with koran—from the start of opening, perhaps. "Thank you."

He sat down, a minute turning into thirty minutes before Keenan Hadinata emerged from his office room and walked towards the reception desk. He was a tall man, in his thirties probably, thick eyebrows, medium brown hair and brown eyes. "Miss Jilena?” tanyakanya.

Jilena stood up and shook her outstretched hand. "Keenan Hadinata" he said, smiling and shaking his hand. "I heard you were here about the reporter's job?

"Yes sir. Do you have a few minutes?" He offered his resume. The man picked it up, skimming about it. “All right, let's come with me to my room?" He turned around and started walking away. "Alice, please hold all the phones in."

Jilena followed him from behind, down the room filled with small offices. There was a large door at the end of the hallway, which he suspected led to the printing area. Mr. Keenan stopped in front of his office door and let him in

"Please sit down" he said, following him in, leaving the door open. He sat in a chair behind a large table filled with piles of documents and files. He reread his resume.  “I already know that I will get a visit from you today.”

"How is that possible?" Very quaint. "And you-"

“Tantemu. He called me this morning, said you'd come to apply for a job here and I'd be stupid not to hire you.”

“You know my Tante?”

"Everyone in this town knows you."

“Oh, so yes. I apologize on behalf of Aunt Dewi—” Cheeks Jilena blushing red. He felt a little embarrassed because his tantric thrusting himself, but at this moment, the extra help should be rewarded.

"Here you go, don't be silly" he said with a slight wave of his hand. "Partially we do need someone, and according to Madam Dewi, you are a hard worker and have a lot of work experience in a big newspaper.”

“Yes, that's true, but don't forget I was also once an assistant editor at Mading School Winah in Lembayung City.”

The man looked at her strangely, then laughed. “I see you have a sense of humor, too. That will come in handy.” Jilena bigung over the sentence she said with that last statement. "I'm sorry?"

“Your hand will be full of a myriad of stories. Of course you will be dealing with the police, although maybe it is not the usual thing that you face. Yes, there has been a slight increase in crime in Lembayung City in the last period, but not as severe as crime in the big city, maybe you are used to it. Most of your duties will cover weddings and social events, human interest— stories such things.”

“Sorry, sir if you don't mind I want to ask, who used to handle those things until now?"

“Priscilla Mohede, but she is pregnant and the baby will be born next month. To my knowledge, he did not plan to return to work. I've tried to give him as much leeway as possible, because he'll only work part-time not like he used to, but as you can see," he gestured with a wide sweep of his hand on his desk, "I—have a job I have to do myself. We had been looking for two new workers last month, but no one was interested. Salary is not very good and working hours can be long."

“I'm used to long working hours. Salary is yes, can be adjusted. ” The word of his mother, the beggar could not choose, ringed again in his ear.

“So, when can you start? tanyanya.

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