Young Mom Charm
Applying for a job

“Sorry, there are no vacancies for now Mr. Zayn.”

Everyday Zayn applied at several companies he knew and all answered there were no vacancies.

Disappointed, maybe that's how Zayn feels right now. However, he would never give up.

“It's okay, I understand,” said Zayn with a friendly smile despite the disappointment that sank the heart.

The company he visited was a company he used to help. Maybe fate is not on his side, so he now has to try more to get a job.

“I'm sorry, thank you for taking your time,” said Zayn to his acquaintance.

Zayn's former business partner was feeling uneasy, so when Zayn was about to leave, the man stood up and called Zayn. However Zayn had helped him a lot in the past, there was no way he could hide anything from the man.

“Pak Zayn, may I advise?” ask the man.

“Please.” Zayn.

“Pak, it would be nice for you to just go back to your company. It's nothing, despite trying to find a job, you will not get a job anywhere,” said the man.

Zayn raised a corner of his eyebrow at the man's words.

“Why do you say so?” zayn asked feeling strange.

The man who stood before Zayn looked confused, and finally inevitably told Zayn.

“You know if most companies you know have intervened from your family. Without me explaining in detail, you definitely understand what I mean, ‘kan?” The man tried to give information to Zayn without having to speak clearly.

Zayn tried to examine the words of his former business partner, until finally understood the purpose of the remark.

“Mama or my papa threatened you?” ask Zayn after understanding.

“Mrs Farah,” replied the man.

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Zayn walked without direction, somewhere he would look for work. The suit that was worn was now loose and was in the right hand, the steps were so heavy as if the trials faced would not be able to pass.

However, the shadow of Lusy who always gave him support came to mind, making Zayn again confident if he could face everything.

Zayn's steps came to a halt when he saw some people were unloading goods from the truck. There was a man who asked the workers to rush down because there was still one more truck to arrive.

“Maybe I can work there,” murmured Zayn.

Often exercising and having a body that is not too thin, Zayn thought if his energy is enough to become a pelvic coolie.

He ventured closer, then greeted the old man who was giving instructions to the workers.

“Sorry, do you need more workers to help?” ask Zayn politely.

The man looked at Zayn, noticing the face and appearance of Lusy's husband.

“Actually I am short of workers because some of them do not leave. But are you sure you want to work as a pelvic coolie?” asked the man looking at Zayn doubtfully.

Zayn nodded, then replied, “I can, I desperately need a job in order to make money to give to my wife.”

The man observed Zayn, to the point of being amazed by Zayn's more decent appearance in the office, willing to work as a pelvic porters there.

“Alright, but I can't give you a huge salary. What I give, adjusted to how much you do,” said the man.

Zayn smiled broadly, then nodded in agreement. For him it does not matter how much money is made, the most important thing for him to go home with results.

Zayn put the suit on the wooden chair there, then rolled up both ends of the shirt sleeves at elbow height. He also began to become a pelvic porters for the sake of rupiah that he had to get.