Three Musketeers Mom
TMM 08'S. Story Tales (3)

Flora*

I've decided, I will maintain the existence of this fetus. I will be born and take good care of. Although it will be difficult in the future, I don't care. I have to fight and try hard.

My struggle began in the office where I worked. At first no one knew I was pregnant. Until, one day. I've had an eating disorder and I've only been nauseous since morning. I don't know why it feels like my body is weakening. It's not usually like this.

My nose is getting sensitive. I will immediately get dizzy when I smell a stinging aroma. Not get there. My work started to get messy and messy because I wasn't focused on work either. The incident, without feeling missed for more than a month.

In the end, the director called me. My feelings are getting less and less. I was scared, nervous and worried. What if I get fired? I just got to work, but I did it. Surely Mr. Direktir also can not give his tolerance to me.

I'll step foot into the Director's room. I repeatedly took a breath and exhaled it rough. I pray in my heart that I will be given a chance. I don't want to trouble Hannah. Anyway, I have to work to meet my needs and savings for my future children.

Inside the room, I saw someone standing holding a cell phone in a hand that was brought close to the ear. It looks like Mr. Director is taking a call.

Seeing me coming, he only glanced for a moment. He immediately ended his call.

"Good, Sir. I'll be ready soon. I'll give you a list soon. Thank you." that was his last word before ending the call.

He put his phone down and looked back at me. My heart wants to explode. My heartbeat kept racing along with the clock.

"Miss Elvise" she said.

"Ah, yes. I, Mr. Director." I replied nervously.

"Come, please sit down first. I've got some questions that need clear answers from you" he said.

He walked over to me and invited me to the sofa. I followed him who was approaching the sofa. My hands are soaked in sweat. I don't know what kind of question he would ask me.

I saw he was sitting. I also sat quietly in front of him. For a moment we were silent to each other. I could only hold my breath as he continued to look at me.

Mr. Director, is a middle-aged man of about fifty years old. Probably the same age as my dad. With black hair that has been mixed with white even if only a little. His face was handsome, despite his age. More handsome than my own father. Maybe because he is a big boss who has a lot of money. Maybe he took care of himself too.

My brain seems to be in trouble. I guessed too much about something uncertain. Only the word 'Maybe' was on my mind.

"So, is Miss any health issues?" ask him suddenly.

I was shocked, I lowered my head. At first I was confused as to what to answer. However, there is no way I would lie.

"I'm sorry if you feel uncomfortable, Miss. Hm, I just want to know. Do not intend to interfere or pry your personal information." he explained.

I put my head up, and looked at him. I apologized and begged him not to fire me. I really, really, really wish he would give me a chance.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Director. I'm guilty." I said.

"What's your mistake?" ask her.

"Sa-I, I, I didn't work well. I do deserve punishment for being negligent and careless at work. However, I beg you. Don't fire me." I said again begging.

"I have to work to meet my daily needs. I also have to save for the cost of labor and the cost of care of my prospective children. I can't just rely on my best friend. Me, me, I don't want to trouble anyone else. Me .. "my words stopped. I can no longer speak.

My tears without falling. My chest feels full. Fear, worry, anxiety and anxiety mixed into one. I don't want to end up like this. I don't want to.

"Flora .. " call him.

I was shocked, because suddenly he called my name.

"Y-yes, Mr. Director." I replied as I wiped my tears.

He gave me a handkerchief, "Wear this and don't cry, son" she said softly. I think he wants to entertain me.

I received the handkerchief, "Te-thank you, Mr. Director." I said softly.

"I honestly called you because I wanted to ask you something. However, it seems like you misunderstood and guessed something else I wanted to say. Who wants to fire you" he said.

I wonder if I don't want to interrogate me and then fire me. He wants what? to be honest, in my mind that's what I think.

"You mean, Mr Director?" many doubt.

"Actually, I know enough about your life. Although it's not much. I just wanted to express my gratitude, because you helped my mother and took her to the hospital. If he was a little late, he would not be saved." he explained.

I was confused again. What does that mean, this? I silently thought, at the thought I remembered the events of the day after my arrival to this country. I did help a grandmother who suddenly fell unconscious on the side of the road. I took him to the nearest hospital for treatment. I did it because he passed out right in front of me. And as a fellow breathing living being I don't usually let people fall for it.

"Did you remember anything? do you remember this face?" he asked me a picture on my phone.

I widened my eyes, rightly my guess. That's the grandmother I helped and I took to the hospital by taxi.

"Yes, I remember. On that day he fainted when he wanted to cross the road. Next to him, there was me. He suddenly fell unconscious. Afraid of something happening, I stopped the taxi and took him to the hospital. When he arrived at the hospital, he was immediately treated. I waited for him for almost half a day. By the time I heard the family was coming, I was relieved. I couldn't wait for his family, because I was in a hurry. I'm sorry, Mr. Director." I'm clear at length.

He smiled, "At that very moment, I secretly interrupted me. Looks like our destiny is good. You even submitted your job application letter to this company. It's not just your ability to work well, son. Your heart is good as an angel. I should have been the one to thank you. Thank you is not enough. You saved one life, that means our family owes you one" he said.

"No, Mr. Director. I'm a nobody until you and your family owe me a debt." I refused. I don't want to be burdened with such thoughts anymore.

The Director sighed, "Hahhh .. "he looked at me curiously. "Well if it's like that. Do you have a request? if you didn't hear me wrong, you said you didn't want to get fired. You admit you're negligent and careless. Can you please clear up the details?" ask her.

I can't cover it anymore either. I told you everything. From beginning to end. From the beginning I left home, what was the reason I left. Until my journey to find a job. And also about my pregnancy outside of marriage. I told him everything like I was confessing my sins on the altar of prayer.

My tears cannot be stopped. I just want to cry and cry. Surprisingly, after crying and telling Mr. Director, I felt better. My tired mind has faded. This heart that was once congested became relieved.

I don't know what this artiny is. I feel better than before I told you. I glanced at the Director. He seemed to be thinking something. Thinking of nothing, I couldn't guess either.

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