Black Pen
90
"Welcome to join Cafe Taria, hopefully at home" said a woman with a wavy blonde. He thrust out his right hand and asked me to shake hands, his mouth smiling broadly at me.
"Yes ma'am thank you, I hope I can adapt quickly" I smiled gleefully.
If usually the first day of work will be treated with colleagues who are rese or superiors who put on a terrible face, another case in this place.
This cafe applies hard rules about ATITTUDE, all employees are required to be always happy, cooperate , friendly, and polite to customers and fellow employees. If one of us has a problem or a fight then SVP will not hesitate to cut our salary
My days are so fun, new places with new friends, they are so nice and open it makes me feel free so I can adapt quickly.
Because of working hours that require returning home late at night and sometimes suddenly overtime I finally invited Doni to move to a place closer to Cafe Taria, Doni agreed. As for the Princess, she looks sad because now our contract is far apart. Even so, we still visit each other.
One year has passed, there are no more problems between us, everything looks fine. Toni with my world with my world, each busyness makes us forget the importance of communication.
Every time after work Doni is always busy with his phone, he will play games until he falls asleep. While I, unwind by hanging out with my friends, not infrequently I do not go home, I spend the night with those who are single.
Laugh cheerfully, staying together, playing guitar, coffee and smoking together, not infrequently even drinking.
Back I was drowning in a black hole, entangled in a sin that I call pleasure.
The improved economy, pleasant friends and well-established jobs made me fall for the paradise of the world.
No more men in my brain, just money, hanging out, and shopping. But I never forgot my duty as a mother. I still go home every time after receiving a celery to take my Star for a walk or just accompany him to play.
Doni began to careless with my behavior that every night slept outside, hanging out clearly, a party with delinquent children. We often fight because of it all. Even so, I don't care about Doni's babble. I just try to be happy in my own way.
"Where else are you going?" Doni asked, he was standing at the door blocking my path.
"Walk, have you ever taken me on vacation or just hung out?" I answered Doni cynically.
"Heh, the more insolent the day?" Doni was about to raise his right hand to slap me, but he had not stuck that hand on my cheek he stopped, he hit the door and went inside the house, while I don't care about Doni I keep going with my friends.
" Kenape muke lu ? fighting again? if you're not comfortable what you keepin, mending kite-kite free, he's not?" I poured my drink in my empty glass.
