Give me back my happiness

Cleaning Service

This is where Hania is now. The capital city of Jakarta with all the activities of every resident. Autonomous vehicles with various brands, types and colors. While the left and right sides of the road stranded many skyscrapers.

Hania admired the city she had just stepped on. Deserve Gea at home living in this city, it was so crowded with the bustle of the human sea.

"Sir, you know where this company is?" Hania asked the taxi driver while showing a picture of the company building from her phone screen.

"SAG Group? Yes, I know, Mother."

"If the closest costs to this company you know, no? May I take you there, please."

"Well, I don't know that, ma'am. I only know the area, but I don't know any other info. But try to find it, Ma'am, ask the people there later." The driver gave me an idea.

"Can, sir. Please take me there."

"Ready, Ma'am."

Almost 45 minutes the taxi began to slow down, before long stopping in front of a group of young people who were sitting quietly on the side of the road.

"So, this area there are empty boarding houses next to which, huh?" Hania opened the windshield and asked one of the young men.

"The front there are boarding houses, Kak, the owner of Hajah Maya his name."

"Thank you, yeah, Deck."

"Together."

After passing through one alley, the taxi stopped in front of the elongated building. Such as the special characteristics of the building where the boarding.

Hania goes downstairs and finds the owner of the boarding house. After meeting and dealing with the price offered, Hania can directly occupy the square building because there are several empty rooms.

"Huft ...." Hania dropped herself on the bed after just a few rooms. His eyeballs were observing the ceiling of the room, tomorrow morning was the interview, he smiled thinly impatiently waiting for tomorrow.

~

At half-seven in the morning, Hania had already arrived in front of the skyscraper. It was quiet because the office hours started at 7:30.

"Sir, the office is still quiet, yes." Hania approached the post security guard.

"It's still 7 and a half, and then the rame. New officer?"

"Yes, today I got an interview call."

"Oh. What part of it, Ma'am?"

"Cleaning service, sir."

"Duh, pretty-beautiful looking like an OB, Mommy?"

Hania was silent for a moment. "I only have a High School Degree, sir. Cleaning Service is also grateful."

The sturdy guard nodded slowly. "Sir, don't call me, sir, the effect is very old. I'm not thirty years old yet."

Hania smiled and nodded. "Mas."

"That's better."

Hania observed the security guard in front of her with a sad feeling, the job reminded her of her late father. If fate hadn't picked him up, he could still look at his father in the same uniform.

"Mbak ... hello???" The guard raised his hand in front of the dreamy Hania.

"Eh, sorry, Mas."

One by one the employees started arriving, Hania decided to wait in the office lobby.

"Well .. beautiful, go," the security guard muttered.

"He works here, just keep Al." Another co-worker said.

"That's great, yes, sir," said a security guard named Al. I don't know whose extension.

"Your clear-clear eyes are instantly literate. Crocodile lo."

"Ha ha ...."

In room.

After being asked a few questions, Hania and five other people were led to a special cleaning room. There they were given directions on their respective duties.

Why work directly? Because some parts of cleaning services take a lot of time off. The company needs new energy.

Somewhere else drama is happening.

"She, get up, baby. Try to love your job. Every day you have to wake up like a child. Shame, Gaka, shame!" Vara grumbled at Gaka's bedside.

"She sleeps. Malem played until dawn" he replied, which sounded like a murmur.

Satrya Higaka is indeed 27 years old, but do not ask her efficacious attitude at home even more than Kindergarten.

"Hurry to take a shower and go to the office!"

"Related."

"She!" vara's screams with patience were almost exhausted.

"What's up, Ma?" Mr. Haru appeared from behind the door.

"Otherwise it's not Gaka!" sulcan Vara.

Mr. Haru approached. "Take some water, '" he said.

"What's it doing, Pa?" confused Vara.

"Water to bathe someone." Mr. Haru deliberately answered beside his son's ear.

"Yeah, Gaka wake up! Huh!" Gaka woke up with an annoyed look, kicking the blanket down.

Vara chuckles. "Gaka Gaka."

"So doubtful, lest Papa be a step-Papa."

"Hust! Let Papa get your head!" Mr. Haru glared.

"Udah-udah! Quickly prepare each. In ladenin will be the length of his business!"

"Ma, make chocolate milk," Gaka's pinta.

"Bas on TK's son!" tajek Tuan Haru's.

"Basic old man colot!" gaka Reply.

"Old man? Blessed Mama is also a old colossus, dong?" sahut Vara's. "Why do you think Mama's a colossus too, Gaka?"

"Wooh! Longer on the business." Gaka tiptoed and fled into the bathroom.

That's how Mr. Haru's family is, sometimes it's hot because of a difference of opinion. Sometimes happy every special moment, not infrequently sad when Vara had to be treated because of his heart disease relapse. And ... not infrequently occur because of the spoiled attitude of Gaka.

Thirty minutes later Mr. Haru's family had already surrounded the dining table.

"So you're leaving with Papa."

"No, I got in my own car."

"If you ride in your own car you will act as you please. Late to the office, lunch hour until the afternoon blur." Mr. Haru is very upset with his son.

Gaka. "No, Pa, no."

"So you're not a teenager anymore, try to take Papa seriously. Only you're the heir to SAG Group. Papa's efforts to rebuild the grandfather's company that is almost bankrupt, don't waste Papa's struggle."

"Gaka also has his own job, Pa. Gaka's body doesn't have to be on standby by night."

"How much is a dj's salary?"

"It's not about pay, Pa, it's fun."

Mr. Haru sighed. He did not want to continue the word in vain, because every time discussing such things he and Gaka always had different thoughts.

"Papa's go first." Mr. Haru got up from his seat and his movements followed Vara. Both of them walked to the front door.

The gaka? Not poking and switching to see notifications on his phone. Message from Gea, he hurriedly looked.

"Son, the game finished the breakfast. It was noon," said Vara who turned out to have re-entered.

"Yes, Ma. Gaka's leaving now." The man walked away.

Vara sends Gaka away with a headband. "Bas on that kid always does that."

Gaka's choice fell on a red Porsche. He immediately drove off his vehicle before office hours began.