Grasping the Only Temporary (Revised)
#126
The night before, right at 18:00 Kian after teaching children. But that doesn't mean today is over. He still has another agenda every day and a flat division of one day.
A smooth afternoon even though previously got a constraint ended thank God. All the children said goodbye, and so did Kian who said goodbye to community teachers to go home soon.
Kian still had another hour and a half to return to the place where he was squeezing sweat like the previous days. Believe me, an hour and a half is just passing like the wind for Kian. Wh why? The answer was quite simple, going home to work it took him about fifteen minutes. Not to mention he had to shower, eat, and fulfill his obligations at home. It was enough to spend about an hour which was already in tandem with rest. He still has half an hour left.
Half an hour will be cut to about twenty minutes to work. He still has ten minutes. All right, well, where's the time so fast?
"Huh..." There was a sigh of a human who was stirring warm tea in a cup of cream striped deep brown on the lip of the glass. My eyes were as if to say that his body was very tired. Everything he does involves not only the body but the brain and the mental.
Oh... Your day is really busy and tiring. He reopened the phone screen on the dining table. Check if a message or phone call came in.
But it turns out zonk. There is only a fairly detailed message from the operator, so that the mobile phone mpu immediately replenish the pulse for the extension of the card period. Honestly, Kian is like a regional child at this time, he has to be frugal in everything. Included in the pulse. He only relies on internet packages that give free calls for just a few minutes.
"It's really sad right now..." He complained when he saw the message. Actually it was not that that made him a little disappointed or sad, but rather there was a name that he expected to give him news. For some time now the name is no longer embedded into the first can even beat the frequent incoming operator messages. But now it's very different.
He wanted to, but was afraid of disturbing. What he is now, is very suitable to be called a flea. Even now he thinks, naturally Devan did not contact him, maybe he just felt calm when he was not near Devan.
Is he really a bully? Or really bother that creature called Devan? But to be honest as long as he was with Devan he was so comfortable, and when Devan never looked like there was something lacking in his life. What is that feeling? Does Devan feel the same way? Or vice-versa? Oh by not knowing himself all those thoughts are floating in the brain right now.
Plaque!
He slapped her cheek quite tastefully, "Rightly More!! You've got a lot of money in Devan! Don't know if you're human!"
Not wanting to dissolve in the daydreams that plunged him into negative thoughts, he decided to immediately go to work.
The night wind that was so piercing did not make the slightest bit of the spirit of the girl fade. He took the bus that used to take him to work. It takes twenty minutes to get to that place. Yeah, pretty far from where he lives now.
On the bus he was pensive again, but with a different mind. If calculated, the cafe renov should have finished yesterday. But there has been no notification from the cafe on the employees if they re-enter work.
Doesn't Arya need her anymore? What can be said of a smooth dismissal? Or there's another problem.
It was more like a woman who had just been left behind by her husband who left behind a considerable amount of debt. His mind is just money and work. Without him realizing it adds to his current condition.
Of course, in his current condition, the attention and affection of parents should be abundant, not even he should think about how to get food for tomorrow.
Whether this is coincidence or fate, fate is increasingly confusing. He was always entangled with the clown costume. Yes, in the morning it becomes a clown, and when night comes it will again be a clown. Even terbesit in his mind, if his life may be the same fate as a clown, can only entertain others without including himself entertained.
In the city now it has been built a park that covers twenty hectares. The park was established a few weeks ago. A private park with a famous owner. Honestly, the park is big, beautiful and spectacular.
If you calculate the area of the land, it is very unlikely Kian will have to surround one park alone to entertain the visitors. Yes, in fact, of course many colleagues who also work there. I am interested in working there not without reason. Even when the construction was almost complete, Kian secretly searched for information. And boom, his efforts were not in vain. After all, the salary offered is not a little nominal for Kian who does not have any property.
With all its plus value the park was visited by many people. That is because he is new or indeed because of what is the attraction of the park itself. But to be honest, the park has quite complete facilities. It's natural that many like it.
"Hey, wake up now it's time to work instead of sleep." Said a woman who might be twice her age.
Kian who had been sitting leaning against the wall in the iron chair in the room woke up. Trying to relax while accumulating a number of lives that felt like they had just disappeared.
The ten minutes he used to sleep a little lightened his fatigue that was so noticeable from his pretty eyes.
"Life is exhausting, but it'll be even more exhausting if you just sit there motionless." The lips again, while taking one of the costumes on the hanger.
Kian was still sitting on the iron chair while listening to the man speak. Kian did not really understand what he said, maybe because his brain is now not functioning as it should.
"Hurry to work! Or the boss will get mad and fire you!" Strictly speaking, who was about to exit the room passed Kian who was still sitting. His face was not very fond of seeing Kian.
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#tbc, and thank you who still want to read this story🙏🙏🙏🙏. Minalaidin walfaidzin readers and other authors.
