Asmara Anastasia

New Job

Remains of fire smoke are still visible. Along with the debris of the building that hit filled several buildings. Yes, the shopping mall was almost wiped out and the skeleton remained. More terrible when the items saved are not much. It is certain that all employees will lose their jobs, given the estimated losses reaching billions of rupiah.

The morning sun was still unseen as the scene returned to the center of the spectacle. Including Anastasya, the girl stood up as she stared at the rest of the building with tears in her eyes.

He still did not expect that meeting on that street, was his last meeting with Tiara. And those words.

'Ana, as long as there is no me, be careful. And take good care of yourself.'

The clear thread from the two girls' netra flowed profusely. Apparently the words that were spoken just like that from Tiara's mouth, was a sign that he would be gone forever.

Yes ALLah.., I didn't even notice it.

Anastasya could only cry. Recalling the memories he went through with Tiara, made his guilt so great.

If only time could be turned. For sure he will prevent Tiara from working that night, until the girl can still live today. But what happens let it happen. Everything is destined and defined.

After the night of the incident, Tiara's body was immediately carried by a crowd of people. There was no news Anastasya could hear anymore. Even meeting for the last time seems impossible. The girl did not know exactly which hospital Tiara's body was being carried.

It was not just the bitter pill of Tiara's departure that Anastasya got. Mr. Seno as the manager at his workplace asked all employees to immediately gather. With a heavy heart the middle-aged man announced that all employees were forced to be dismissed, given the state of the shopping center that was indeed burned almost completely.

All employees can only work. Lucky they still get the last salary and severance money that is not much.

Anastasya picked up a brown envelope containing his salary and severance pay. He put it in his bag of clothes.

Where else do I have to go after this.

Anastasya began to step away from the flats without direction. Before long, he had met Aunt Arum who seemed to have a grim face.

"Ana" said the middle-aged woman.

"Bi Arum."

"Where are you going?" Arum stared at the appearance and also the clothes bag Anastasya was carrying. It seemed, the girl was about to go far away.

Anastasya let out a deep sigh, followed by a headband.

"Content bi. There is still no purpose" replied Anastasya trying hard.

Arum approached, then rubbed Anastasya's shoulders gently.

"Sorry Ana. Aunt can't help you for now. Just like you, Auntie's trying to find a new job."

The girl nodded, she was bowed in staring at the streets.

"Alright Bi, Ana excuse me. Want to continue the journey back."

"Be careful" Arum said to the poor girl.

Both are walking opposite. Arum turned towards the house, while Anastasya resumed his journey.

The heat of the sun is no longer ignored by the girl who wears a shirt with a pattern of lines that have faded color. His steps began to limp as the miles of streets he followed on foot.

The money sheet is still stored in the clothes bag, only he loves to use it. For him, as long as his legs are still strong, then he will still walk.

Now, the money held is so valuable. He had no place to live or work.

A shady tree with a chair under it, made the beautiful girl stop her steps. Breezy wind and body fatigue, forcing Anastasya to rest for a while and unwind.

Huft

Anastasya landed a body and also a bag of clothes on the wooden chair. He glanced at the bag, where a bottle of mineral water was stored.

"There is still," Anastasya murmured as he grabbed a clear-colored bottle with water that was still a quarter of the contents.

Gleck...

Anastasya drank it with three gulps.

"Alhamdulillah." At least able to wet his dry throat.

Throw the bottle in the trash. The girl started looking up and combing around.

Where am I.

It was far enough he walked. Different from the original work, where he sat this time was somewhat more crowded surrounded by tall towering buildings.

There are boutiques, shopping malls and even a Mall that is quite close by. Anastasya stared in admiration. It was indeed from the village, and only this time was treated to a sight that made him amazed.

"Is this the center of the city, until it looks this crowded," Anastasya murmured alone.

After a long time of staring around with eyeballs sparkling with admiration, the jet-black unraveling girl immediately patted both of her cheeks quite hard.

"Rescious Ana. Wash his eyes enough and now go on with your life."

The girl swallowed the saliva again. Some sips of mineral water in fact still not perfectly flush a dry throat kerontan. He still feels thirsty.

Sighing heavily, Anastasya looked around. Trying to find a small kiosk or something that is not too far away and young enough to reach.

The thin curve is also perfectly inflated. From a close enough distance he could see a small food stall on the side of the road, which could definitely relieve his thirst and hunger.

Herded the footsteps to the tiny shop but still look clean. From outside Anastasya can see various side dishes and cooking vegetables stored in the storefront.

"Excuse me, ma'am," Anastasya said to a middle-aged woman believed to be the owner of the shop.

"Yes neng. Wanna eat?" the middle-aged woman asked friendly.

"Yes ma'am."

The seller quickly picked up the plate and filled it with rice.

"What do you want Neng to wear?" The middle-aged woman was standing in front of the storefront. Looking towards Anastasya by pointing at some appetizing-looking side dishes.

The girl swallowed the saliva, quite tempted by the sight before her which made her saliva seem to drip. His lips almost said some of the desired dishes, but as big as the shadow of his sisters in the village who were starving, made him undo the intention.

"Know, tempeh, same kangkung Bu," replied Anastasya.

The middle-aged woman smiled faintly. Put some desired side dishes and vegetables, and give them to the beautiful girl.

"Drink?"

"Tea just warm up, ma'am."

The shop owner smiled.

Anastasya began to enjoy his food voraciously. After serving tea, the owner of the store did not go and chose to pull a chair not far from Anastasya then sat on it.

"Where are you from?"

Anastasya looked up, staring at the quiet surroundings and there was no one else but himself and the tavern owner.

"Mom asked me?" The girl pointed at herself.

"Yes, I asked you. Where are you from? And you also brought a lot of clothes." The middle-aged woman glanced at the clothes bag lying on the floor.

"I'm looking for a job and a place to stay. But I'm still confused."

"Why?"

The girl sighed. He was confused where to start.

"I'm just a high school graduate. While many job vacancies that bounce the standard of their workers at least graduate college. I'm the only high school graduate can be anything." Frisson. That was what Anastasya felt with his life.

"You just came from the village?" ask the shop owner again.

The girl shook her head.

"Two months ago I was working as a cleaning service in a shopping mall. But that place burned down last night, and inevitably we had to lose our homes."

The owner of the shop knitted his pair of eyebrows. It seems to be remembering something.

"A shopping mall on XX street?" ask the shop owner.

"Yes ma'am, right."

"Oh my God." The woman covered her mouth with both palms. His face looked anxious and looked at Anastasya pitya.

"Do you know about last night's fire?"

"Obviously I know," answered the woman. "Almost all the shoppers in the store talked about the massive fire that took the lives," said the fatigued woman dressed in an instant headscarf.

"Nearly all the newspapers have it in the headlines as well. You see." The owner of the shop pointed at the towering tall building not far from his small building. "That's the office building station Tv. While next to it, the model agency and also the famous magazine of the capital. Mother often steals hearing from some people who copy in the store. Not infrequently they often discuss news material written in this place."

Anastasya had trouble swallowing food already in the mouth. However, the incident was quite traumatizing and reminiscent of the late Tiara.

The owner of the shop was shocked. He felt uncomfortable when suddenly the girl in front of him was bowed with a glazed net.

"Sorry. Apparently my words have made you sad." He approached and rubbed Anastasya's shoulders gently.

"What's wrong mom." The girl no longer had the taste to eat her food. The hunger was very long ago, disappeared instantly with the image of Tiara's face that was stretched stiff no longer alive.

"Where are you going after this?"

"Eitherway. I don't have a destination." Feels claustrophobic. Even to lay his tired body had a place.

"Mom has an offer. What if you work in this shop. Yes, even though the salary is not too big, even smaller than your salary in the burning shopping center. How's it?" The owner smiled sincerely. If to rent a shop alone, he would still be able to. However, the girl in front of him was more in need of work and hand size than him.

Anastasya gasped, then looked up at the face of the owner of the store.

"Do you really need a worker?" anastasya asked in disbelief.

"Yes. I'm offering it to you, do you want it?"

The beautiful girl also nodded.

"Yes mom. Of course I will accept it with pleasure."

"As I said. I can't pay a big salary. You see, my shop is just a small shop and doesn't have many buyers."

Justright. Since they talked, they did not see a single customer who stopped by. Good for eating, or just drinking.

"It doesn't matter ma'am. As long as you give me food and a place to sleep." At least that was Anastasya's only hope.

"good. You're gonna stay in this store with me. For stomach problems, just calm down. Choose whatever food you like in this store. I won't ban you."

Anastasya was now able to breathe a sigh of relief. He found a job with a place to live. Yes even with minimal payment, but at least he can still eat and continue to live, it is more than anything else

Seriate