
The lunch hour arrived, like what Sifa said earlier, he did not join the others going to the cafeteria. Sifa prefers to eat at the rootop of this building. I don't know, Sifa just liked the high and quiet atmosphere.
"Well, are you here?"
Baritone voice that has been 2 today did not hear Sifa, he finally heard it again. The girl looked at me with her mouth full.
Sifa chewed her food inside her mouth and swallowed it quickly.
"Mother why is he here?" sifa asked confusedly without answering Abash's question.
"I asked you to ask me back. This is my company" Abash said, sitting next to Sifa.
"I love eating here."
"Why not go to the cafeteria? With the others?"
"I'm not comfortable. After all, I'm used to eating by myself. This is a good place, high. I like it."
Abash raised his eyebrows next door. "Do you like high places?"
"House. In that high place, I could see it all. Also, people won't be able to see me." Sifa let out her breath slowly.
"It looks like you hate crowds!"
It was not a question, but a statement from Abash to Sifa. The girl turned her head, looked at the boss's face for a moment, then turned her face the other way.
"I prefer to be alone. Anything I can do without disturbing the privacy of others." Sifa turned back to Abash.
"Mr, why are you here? Why not have lunch with your friends?" ask Sifa.
Abash snorted, the man staring fixedly at Sifa's eyes. "I don't like crowds." Silent, Sifa was still staring back at the boss's eyes. "Except with my family." continued Abash.
Sifa was still staring at Abash's face with the same expression even though inside there was a tremendous sense of jealousy.
Yes, Sifa was jealous.
His time with his parents was too short. Only her grandmother accompanied her growing up all this time. However, Sifa had to return to feel the life of a kara since the death of her grandmother four years ago.
Sifa struggled alone to live her life. Fortunately there was a kind neighbor who was willing to give him a job. Even if it's just a cleaning service.
"Why?" ask Sifa.
"Why what?"
"Why do you like to be alone?"
Abash still looked at Sifa's face calmly. The man rested his body on the back of the chair with his legs straightened.
"Why?" reset Abash.
The man looked back at the girl beside him.
"Why are you?" ask Abash.
"I?" Sifa pointed to herself, Abash nodded her head.
"Yes, what if you are?"
"Ih, you asked me instead of asking back." Sifa poked her lips.
Funny ...
One by escaping Abash's face. Although the smile was very thin, but it was seen if there was a change from Abash's face. It was only for a moment, but Abash noticed the change.
Sifa turned her head, the girl looked back at the boss's face when she heard Abash's reply.
"You boy?" ask Abash.
"I?"
"Yes, I answered your question, now change."
Sifa took a breath, then exhaled slowly.
"Because of those who don't want to flirt with me. I'm just the son of a scavenger, my grandmother a washerman. After all, who would be friends with me, the son of a scavenger and the grandson of a washerman."
"Then? The thing?"
Sifa. 'His problem? Is that not a problem?' inner Sifa.
"Diem's cigarette?"
Again, Sifa let out her breath. This time a little rough.
"The problem is, no one wants to be friends with me. I am the son of a scavenger and the grandson of a washerman. It's obvious that I'm a poor man. People who do not deserve to be looked at with respect. Therefore, I struggled to learn to be a smart person, in order to get a scholarship at school. And thank God, I succeeded. As you can see. I can go to college and fund my own life without burdening others."
Silent, Sifa again took her breath and exhaled slowly.
"Whatever my efforts, they still look down on me." Sifa smiled obliquely, a smile that mocked herself.
"Sometimes, I never know. What is my fault. What's wrong if I'm the son of a scavenger? If yes, why?"
Abash still silently watched Sifa's face.
"It's not that I'm not proud of my parents, but why should they all insult my family? What's our fault? As long as my parents lived, they never asked anyone. But, why do they seem to be burdened with our presence?"
Sifa's eyes were already glazed over, all of those events were really very painful and also had to fight to survive.
"You're not wrong" Abash said at last. Sifa.
"You're great, you can fight so far. Do not stop, show those who have underestimated you, if you can achieve your dreams. Social status does not guarantee that someone will be great. Wealth does not guarantee success. Not everyone has great luck, if the person has luck, it does not mean he will not fall if there is no ability in him." Abash still returned Sifa's eyes.
"You have to fight, until you really succeed. Show me who can succeed. Because success knows no status, but from effort and determination. And you have that, you are a person who has the potential to be a successful person. With your cleverness and hard work so far, I can be sure, if you will be a successful person."
Sifa's lips twitched, slowly forming a smile there, along with tears flowing down her cheeks.
Abash.
The man and also the first person to praise him this high. Abash's assessment of her, made Sifa's chest tight and wanted to cry happily. Did ya? Is it true what Abash said?
"False man, how can I succeed! You praise me too much" said Sifa with a blushing face, but, Sifa tried to stay relaxed and calm.
"In fact, you're the first person to intern at the company. It proves that you have extraordinary talent. If only from the lecturer's recommendation, maybe you will not accept me. You were accepted because of your ability, not because the lecturer recommended you."
Can Sifa be happy to hear Abash's honesty?
Yes, Abash accepted Sifa because of her intelligence and ability. Abash can see if Sifa has extraordinary talent and intelligence.
Remember, Abash put Sifa in the Eagle team, not a general team like students who intern at a company.
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