Against the Young Director

Aina Pov

My heart was still running around remembering the incident earlier. I didn't expect to meet them in person. Honestly, I was actually scared by their stares. But I realized they were human too, the food was the same as what I ate. Their food is obviously much more luxurious. Keep the human food. It wasn't raw blood or meat like Fampirs in the movies, so I decided to ask where uncle was. Knock the uncle's room and I ask where is uncle clearly not to blame? Their answers made me laugh at them in my heart.

How not, just asking said I was rude, really they made me want to turn over while rolling around.

It felt even more hateful to them, insolent to dare to hold my arm, even though it was still covered in two fabrics, a jacket and a shirt.

See if I get home later. Accept my revenge, crazy monster. I haven't shot you in a few days and cursed you. I wanted to repent because I remembered my grandfather's word that we shouldn't curse but how else I can't stand your behavior.

Aina recalled the incident one month ago. He was ordered by his manager to participate as a chef at the central hotel. He said there was a wealthy Young Master who would come to rent the place. All must be laid out perfectly until they feel persecuted. How not, the preparation of such a grand party must be prepared in a day and overnight and the salary given is also very incompatible with the results of their work. Very hard, no. But how else, they really need the job and are not allowed to protest at all. It was like forced labor of the colonial era.

What Aina hated about them the most that night. Remembering what happened to his best friend. His best friend was publicly humiliated just for accidentally spilling a drink on an invited guest.

Flashbacks

"Why is your body wet, Ra?" Aina looked at Vera's body from the bottom up.

Vera's face looks very tangled like a new shirt coming out of a washing machine dryer.

He told me everything from beginning to end.

"Truly have no heart. Where's your magazine?" extending his hand.

"For what?" vera replied while widening her eyes.

"Let me roast with the chicken in that oven." His hands pointed at the oven.

Aina did not like Refan Aditya Pratama from the beginning to hear stories from her uncle about the nature and character of those who like to do arbitrarily and news circulating everywhere. In the school world, his workplace even at home is also a hot topic that is endless.

Before Vera adds a portion of the drink Aina is ordered first to add a cake that began to diminish on the table that she decorated with workers last night.

Aina carried one large tray filled with cookies.

When going to put the cake there was the sound of applause from the guests who indirectly distracted him. Aina looked at everyone's eyes.

Pratama Pilar President Director and his secretary and aide entered the room.

Appreciable.

Just a pretty word. He was actually trying to lie to himself. He refocused on the cake until it was finished.

They all exaggeratedly preached the Pratama Director the most handsome Pillar in the world. It's not that wrong. The proof is that they hold the glass alone does not fall because they are fascinated by its good looks. What if they saw the good looks of the Prophet Joseph who was loved by his beautiful Master's wife also had power in Egypt. And made the princesses cut off her hands in awe at her good looks.

"Don't, Na. Reportedly there is a photo of Mas super handsome idol girls in Asia. Yes, although He did not care at all when I was humiliated but at least I could see it from a close distance and He was looking at me even though with a gaze as cold as snow but He looks very cool, he said, Na." Vera's face turned bright. Like there were flowers flying.

This boy was completely lost his face changed.

Aina's intentions are unanimous She will still take Vera magazine which is always taken everywhere She goes.

"It's Him." Aina took it beside Vera's bag.

"Don't, Na." Trying to grab the magazine in Aina's hands. But as fast as lightning Aina dodged.

"Bodo very" said Aina indifferently.

"Just in case you fall in love with my adored man." Vera is going to punch Aina.

"Huh, I won't." Aina kept the magazine in her pocket. No one knows what magazine Refan and its Secretary want to appear as a profile of famous entrepreneurs in various countries.

"I hold your words, Na" Vera said with a smile.

"Dreams are you, Ra. I said it flew. Where can you hold."

"Ha ha ha." Aina laughed satisfiedly at her best friend's answer. He deliberately never gave up on anyone. He wants to know how sincerely others can accept Him for who he is.

"Na" said Vera seriously.

"Hem. why?"

"Usually the hijab girl I know is gentle, graceful. Well you're the opposite."

"Eh, that means you don't know me" said Aina pretending to shrink her lips.

"Ha ha ha. You think?" while bringing her body closer to Aina.

"Stop. don't stick. spit it out. Later you catch a cold I'm also the one who bothers."

Usually if Vera catch wind for scrapings, because he is allergic to eucalyptus oil and the like Aina must look for kerosene whose existence is already rare.

"Yes, yeah, yeah."

Aina shook her head to see Vera leave by waving her body while raising her hand.

Maybe it's true Vera said. But after my grandmother's departure, everything changed.

The flash back

Aina was not aware that someone was watching her from earlier.

"Yes, keep dreaming. Your phone keeps sounding, this." Vera thrust out Aina's Handpon.

Vera decides to leave with Aina from her workplace.

At first Aina disagreed with Vera's decision because Aina could not give her salary as she used to. But Bera still forced Aina to agree to Vera to work with him.

"Uncle, the tumben really call up to 10 times.why, huh?" The look of astonishment was imprinted on Aina's face.

"Telephone back, it's important."

"I opened whatsAAP uncle first."

"Hurry home."

"Hurry home."

"Hurry home." up to 15 times the same message.

what is it with uncle to send many of the same messages like this.

Aina immediately picked up her bag and put in her handphone.

"I'll go home first, yeah. Greetings to Hanif can't help with the cleaning." Walk through the back door.

"Surely she's sad." Vera puts on Hanif's sad face when Aina comes home.

"Ngaco just keep going. Yeah, I said yes."

Aina stepped her feet slightly running through the back door. She didn't choose to go through the front door because she didn't want Vera to flirt with Hanif and herself. If he faces Vera's speech like a fart when it comes out the smell briefly continues to disappear but if Hanif looks wrong behavior for days to make Aina so unwell.

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The next episode will feature footage of the Prophet Yusuf. The curious can comment below so that the more spirit of the author.