SUPERBIA
Set-off

Nafla started to be able to follow the flow. Just last night he whined he wanted to work, this morning he was allowed to come directly to the factory.

Papa was a little surprised to hear the request of Nafla who wanted to work in the factory. Though Nafla can work at the head office with a position not to mess around.

In the afternoon Nafla just came to deliver the application file as a formality only. Tomorrow he will start working as an HR team.

Nafla prepared herself by using a plain blouse and a black span skirt above the knees. His curly hair, he let it wither beautifully, up to his shoulders.

He has also used a sequence of skincare and simple make up based on Youtube tutorials. That is why, he can only leave for the factory this afternoon because since morning busy trying to make up, to fail many times.

Nafla patted slowly the span skirt she was using, then moved up straight from the dresser chair. He was amazed by his own appearance when he looked in the mirror.

"Truly superbia."

Not wanting to be late any longer, Nafla wags her brown hair. Then, walk outside the room after grabbing a slingbag and his job application file.

"Can you leave now?"

Nafla jumped in shock when she got an intrusion from Az when she just closed the door. The man was not wearing his nurse uniform. This time, he was wearing a black t-shirt with a denim blue jeans jacket.

"Where are you going?" tanya Nafla semari pointed to Az's appearance. The young man looked different. Now, he looks more like a street racer on television.

"You forgot the deal last night?"

Nafla looked at Az for a moment, then patted her own forehead. He just remembered the condition that papa proposed, "should always be accompanied by Azariel."

Nafla walked up to Az, then whispered. "You're home, hide. The issue of safe pay. I won't tell papa."

Az's forehead wrinkled. He turned his face away from Nafla, then said calmly. "Are we going now or not at all?"

Nafla's cheeks instantly bulged. The habit, if you are upset. Then, he stomped his feet walking past Az. Meanwhile, Az just stared at him flatly. This time, he would no longer rashly accept the bribe offer.

Along the way, Nafla thinks of ways to get rid of Az during her time working at the factory. If there is an Az watching, where can he freely tempt Faiz later.

"Have you eaten?" ask Nafla. He turned his head to Az who looked serious about driving.

"I'm fasting."

Nafla's eyes seemed widened, in disbelief. "Monday-Thursday sunna fasting?"

"The fasting of sin," Az replied without turning his head. Making Nafla sneer and divert her attention back to the front.

He remembered, he had also been so confident that he had brought the Strata 1 diploma he had just received to come here to get a job. He was also willing to queue hotly to wait for the interview session at that time. However, he failed at the HRD desk and was instead offered work as a factory worker.

No connections, no hockey as it is now. Nafla actually went through it alone.

"Mbak Bia can work from tomorrow, yes. If you want to look around now, you can too." A teary-eyed woman explained kindly without checking her application file first. Clearly smelled the scent of nepotism here, to make Nafla careless.

One reason to dismiss papa back Nafla get. It turns out that the factory where he worked as a laborer used to be one of papa's wealth.

His throat was painful. How could you treat him this cruel?

"Baby Bia?"

"Yes, I want to take a look." Nafla got up from the chair, then left without saying goodbye. He does not need to be accompanied because he has memorized the intricacies of this place.

Between the office building and the factory building is separated by a spacious courtyard. Pages that look clean with paving blocks are usually used as a gathering place for employees for morning apples and so on.

Nafla's mind was back in motion. Actually, the memories in this place are not all bad. He has gained a lot of knowledge and experience here. The salary he received was also very decent, so he could share it also for the grandmother who often refused.

Uh! Grandmom. Why did he forget the most meritorious figure?

When she remembered Grandma, Nafla paused her intention to go around. He turned his body and intended to return to the parking lot. However, the figure of the white-hated man walking with wide strides nailed his gaze.

"Excuse me."

Faiz stopped his steps, then turned his head to Nafla. A sweet smile suddenly spread on her lips. Truly a friendly figure, a friendly bitch.

"Where's the road to parking, huh? I'm lost," said Nafla no less sweet.

"Mother's new, huh?"

Nafla nodded, then extended her smooth white hand. Then, introduce herself in a soft voice, "Include, I'm Bia. Who's mas?"

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