The Will of Love in Tokyo
Surprising Offer #02

Desta Galerie Aisha, the newly accomplished intelligent girl who completed her academic education. With an S2 degree from a state-owned university, in Surabaya.

She likes the glamorous fashion trend, a bundle with a veil attached to the head. In addition to comfortable and safe to wear, for him to cover his head is an obligation as a good Muslim.

Although her knowledge is not deep like a child pesantren, but the girl likes to read books about the science and law of her religion. Apart from books, Desta also diligently follows Islamic studies every week. Regular Islamic studies at the mosque, near the foundation where he lives.

He is now 22 years old at the end of this year. Desta, as soon as a nickname attached to her, a simple but beautiful girl, was able to achieve the title as the best graduate of the year.

This achievement prides itself, small mindedness into a reliable banker already in sight, armed with a diploma of evidence of his brilliant brain, and, he will try to apply at one of the national banks of Surabaya city.At least as a teller is a good start for him.

Actually some lecturers in the faculty, have recommended some companies, which are in need of employees in the field of finance. But Desta was not interested, his obsession to be part of the banker was so strong.

The idea is quite simple, if it has worked according to his interests, Desta is determined to persevere, who gradually can save, and collect as much money as he can afford.

Although this foundation is not large, but its comfort is guaranteed. All are considered, although not excessive. All is enough but there are limits. Desta wants after work later, some of his sallary will be shared directly with the children of the foundation. Especially for abandoned child parts, although initially it may only be enough so their pocket money.

The foundation, called Bina Amanah, has accommodated him for almost 18 years, so many likes the sorrow he lived during his stay here.

From the brief explanation he had been asked about his origin. The head of the Foundation, Bu Hartini, said that he lost his parents and older brother, in an accident on a trip to Surabaya-Jakarta, while returning home on vacation.

The family that came was only his elderly grandmother. And with a heavy heart he was forced to leave himself to this Foundation. At that time he was still a toddler, of course there are no meaningful memories that can stay long in his memory.

Although there were still big questions about him, Desta had to be satisfied with any information, which Hartini's mother had told him.

It was a cold night, not too late and still at 18:20 WIB. Desta sat in the dining room of the spacious foundation, and lined a neatly arranged dining table, along with his chair made of teak wood and there are unique carvings in each square.

Beside him sat Ajeng, his best friend from childhood who first existed when he had just entered the foundation. They are the same age and always enter the same school, but forced to do different activities when he started attending college. Ajeng only able to sit limited to high school, because he was not able to get an outstanding scholarship like himself.

"Hey Des, tumben portion of your meal this time just a sagayung, usually a bucket, there is a problem with your tongue?"

Nosy Ajeng asked to see a plate Desta almost no contents, and was reciprocated with the beautiful eyes of Desta sparkling spirit.

"I can't wait for Jeng tomorrow. I have submitted my application online, on the official website of the bank J*T*M. The bank again opened a vacancy, pray I am accepted yes Jeng. "light Desta full of hope.

"Yes I pray for sure, but for example should refuse not use any lemes-lemesan, surely many other bonafit banks that are open vacancies" Ajeng encouraged him.

"Yes Jeng, actually from college, I was also offered a job at one of the state-owned banks, but while I ignored it first, other than because the branch office was far away, I was also offered a job at a state-owned bank, I also want to know what it's like to have a broken heart, hhehe" Desta cengengesan.

"That means my blessing prayer earlier, you think playful doang dong Des, sometimes have a watered brain, hoping to be rejected just like that." Ajeng pretended to nag.

"Yes do not expect to reject Ajeng, only if hit by a kick will not hurt."

Desta chimed in with a smile followed by Ajeng's sneer.

Plek ! plaques! plek ! Hearing footsteps approaching, they both compactly turned to the sound of sandals, it turns out that Gilang mas the assistant dorm from Bu Hartini.

"Desta, haven't you finished dinner yet? Ms. Hartini's waiting for you to talk at the office"

"What's up, all right, let's just slide, don't grab a drink"

Mas Gilang nodded in understanding, as he turned his body away from the kitchen.

Desta rushed to clean the contents of his plate. He took a small bottle of mineral water and gulped it to the handlebars. While standing he said retreat to Ajeng, who reciprocated the link of the thumb and index finger to form a circle, an ok sign from Ajeng.

With a quick step, Desta arrived at the office of the foundation which was open 24 hours, even Ms. Hartini was often staying there. The door slid slowly, for a while, because no word was repeated again, and then a subtle voice of Ms. Hartini told her to come in.

Rotating the doorknob, then pushed it full of question marks, as soon as the room lamp welcomed his father's face. In the corner of the room, you can see Hartini smiling at him and waving her hands. Desta approached, and sat down slowly on the chair opposite the table in front of Ms. Hartini.

" Mom called me?" ask Desta politely.

" Yes, Desta, thank you for coming so fast." He looked at Desta's face carefully.

"Look, the mother can email from the central foundation in Jakarta, the contents provide the opportunity of this foundation, to send one representative, to follow the selection of the best performing foster children of this year's graduates, and I no doubt chose you to go to Jakarta the day after tomorrow, how did Des? "

Of course, Desta was surprised, and was unable to answer Hartini's questions instantly, but the confusion felt, he was able to hide behind his calm face.

"Mom, the selection is what's the point, I mean the purpose of the event.. " Desta wants certainty.

"I don't understand, son, but for 35 years I've been here, not even if our foundation gets this kind of invitation. Just this time, so even though it is not forcing, but I hope you are willing to son. "

"Are there many who will participate in the selection of ma'am? "

"Whatever I hear, there will be about a dozen of the best children like you who will take the eligibility test, maybe it is collected from the entire foundation. Lee is spread in Jakarta, Bandung, Yogyakarta, Semarang and our foundation. " Mrs Hartini explained patiently.

"Is mr. Lee owns all those foundations, ma'am?"

Desta looked gently at the face of Ms. Hartini who began to be grappled with wrinkles, with eyes that always mengedatkan foster children, mrs Hartini also agreed to the question by nodding a glance.

Because the conversation was enough, Ms. Hartini also invited Desta back to her room. The girl said hello and thanked me.

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