100 Days of Being a Widow

Brother is not considered!

Azka pulled Fika's arm hard. He did not care much for the eyes that littered them. Run towards a toilet hallway. Squeeze the arm with all your might.

A blow caused Fika's body to slam into the corner wall of the toilet. The atmosphere was empty of visitors. Azka slammed her own body, until the bodies of the two collided. Their faces looked at each other. Azka's eyes are round. The roar of the oceanic breath. Fika couldn't endure the wrist pain.

"What are you here for?!"

Pekik Azka in Fika's ear.

Fika did not reply, she was still focused on the pain in the wrist.

"When answer!!!" Pekik Azka while bringing her face closer towards Fika. They've never been this close. Even when they are still in a relationship. Currently the two faces are clashing.

"Azka, I'm your sister!!!"

Fika said when a kiss almost landed on the lips. Azka didn't seem to care.

Missing, jealous. The body language of an Azka. Love is not desired by both. If they could choose, fate would not bind the two with the same feelings. Love each other.

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Azka pulled Fika's arm back. This time to the four-wheeled parking lot. A Honda jazz silver car is parked there.

"Lake in!" azka said as she opened the car door.

"we're at work!"

Fika replied while looking around.

"Come, Fika!" the clash of Azka scared Fika and she finally got into the car. He was afraid that something might go wrong if he rejected Azka.

The car is traveling at high speed. Azka's eyes focused on the steering wheel. I want Fika to jump out of that car. But it feels nil. Jumping is like suicide.

Fika doesn't know where Azka's going to take her. All along the way was treated to a cold face with no expression. Not long after, Fika arrived at a luxury apartment in Jakarta. There is a fear of Fika. He was afraid Azka would act against him.

Azka pulled Fika's arm back. Forced to take the elevator. 12 Floor.

Inside elevator ...

"Aza...You...!!! justjust listen. I'm your sister, ka!!!"

fika started to rebel. He didn't want them to do more than what happened.

"I'll never think of us as sisters?, my sister is just Zidan!".

Speak Azka coldly and haughtily.

"You don't have to think of me as a sister. Because, my destiny to be your younger brother is not from the acceptance or absence of me in your life. Except from the same blood flowing through our bodies!".

Fika replied firmly.

"I don't need a confession from you, ka. For to me, I know enough that you are my mahram. So it's not appropriate for me to make you my husband, let alone to have sex with you!".

Fika said firmly. The elevator stopped on the 15th floor. Azka stepped out of the elevator. Fika remained silent in place. He closed the elevator door just as Azka exited the elevator.

The elevator brought Fika back down to the basement and made it out of the place.

Her crying steps led her back to where she worked.

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"Fika, you've made a noise on your first day at work!" scold the supervisor at the restaurant where Fika works.

Fika bowed with her eyes..He knew that this was a fatal event for first impressions to work.

"I haven't even had time to judge your performance, instead you've made a drama in this place!" grumble his boss.

"Fika sorry. Today is the first day and the last day you work here!"

A letter of reprieve he received. Fika hunglai so much that he did not have the strength to defend himself. For him, today was a reinforcement that his life was too messy to be laid out!

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Fika felt her life was too hard. All the places almost rejected him.

Fika leaned her head against a bus stop. It was as if he had no power to go home. However good Nadia is, she still has to know herself. For two weeks he lived with Nadia. His savings money is too thin. It was hard for him to come home and tell Nadia that he had been fired from his job.

Fika decided not to come home tonight. He was still sitting at the bus stop when the day had darkened.

"don't you go home, miss?" A middle-aged man was standing waiting for the bus to greet him. Fika glanced and just shook her head.

"Is there a problem?".

Fika nodded heavily.

"what problems can make a girl sit at a bus stop alone?" Ask the man gently.

Fika felt this man was not evil. He easily talked to her.

"i just got fired from the company!" Fika said with a heavy voice. He came back crying.

The man's hand caressed Fika's shoulder.

"patience. Maybe it's not your fortune. If you want to work, come to my office tomorrow morning. Incidentally there is a need for employees for sale promotion positions". Said the man trying to calm Fika down.

The man's words were like bringing a breath of fresh air to Fika. Even the position offered is in accordance with the field so far.

After giving a business card. The man took Fika on the bus to go home. He also paid for a bus ticket for Fika. At least, today there was a bit of luck for him.

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The next day Fika headed for the company in question. Quite a magnificent office with many girly ornaments. He is very familiar with the Brand displayed in the building. A local cosmetic brand that is quite famous.

Fika became very excited, because this time she was not lied to. The man who yesterday gave the business card reappeared at the office. He was the head of the market at the company.

His name is Vishnu. His stature was tall, pure white. I accidentally got home on the bus. Because the car he used to drive was trapped by the flooding that occurred around his office.

"You've finally come to Fika!"

Greet Mr. Vishnu kindly.

"She, Mr. Vishnu, thank you for giving me this opportunity!"

Fika replied with a shy blush.

"Oh yes of course. Maybe it was God's fate, yesterday my car was caught in a flood. And meet me with you. I don't know why, I feel so sorry for you!"

Said Mr. Vishnu in a soft tone. His voice was very soft to make Fika comfortable when undergoing an interview.

"So, I am in need of Sales Promotion Girl (SPG) for me to place in a mall in Jakarta. You will get a boarding room facility located adjacent to the mall, basic salary of UMR Jakarta, health benefits and sales bonuses. How are you ready to work?".

Fika's eyes sparkled listening to what Mr. Vishnu said. This is her dream job, being a Sales Promotion Girl on cosmetic products.

Fika answered, with a steady,

"Yes Sir. I'm ready!"

" Then you can start working today!" Said Mr. Vishnu while shaking Fika's hand.

Fika escorted Mr. Vishnu to the job placement location. A black Fortuner drove him.

Fika was very sparkling to see both where he would work. He does not want to repeat his mistake. May he no longer meet Azka!

Seriate....