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Real Life

Many people think that graduating from school is fun. Can be free to and fro without thinking about school tasks that always accumulate and of course regardless of any teacher threats that are not implemented. For example, always say remedial if the task is not completed or stay in class if it is not present several times. In fact, brothers and sisters, real life begins when we finish school.

A few weeks later...

And this is where Naya was contemplating looking at herself in front of the mirror. He is planning to apply for a job today. His mind had soared far thinking that he would work and get a salary. After a breakup a few weeks ago, he and his classmates received a graduation letter. That was the last day they met.

"Huff, I'm horrified that it's over. I guess they all have free time and can gather freely. You know you can't." He was in front of the mirror.

The white shirt and black pants seemed suitable for the girl. Looks neat. He grabbed some chocolate envelopes he had filled with last night's cover letter and prepared to go complain about his fate. "May today be a good day." Say it before you actually get out of the room.

Naya has compiled several lists of company names that will be visited. This month is May. He targets to have a job before the month runs out. Since the girl had already counted the rest of her grip only stayed a little. Actually it could have asked his mother who was accommodated, but shame enveloped his heart.

In an angkot to one of the destinations, Naya practices how to talk during an interview.

"Ehm, hello.. Well, I'll call you again."

"Emm, I'm Naya. My full name is Naya.. Ah no-no! Too long-winded."

He tried again.

"Good day, my name is Naya. Um.." Once he forgot what to say, "here I can't, how there! Help me God!"

"Sir, please yes, if you want to practice it at home. It's noisy!" Speak to one of the passengers with a judge.

Die up! Get me sprayed, hiks.

Naya just lowered her head and apologized in a small voice. In his submission, he realized one thing. He is not very good at communicating.

Tuh will be comfortable learning the science of communication run to the canteen.

Throughout the journey he continued to grumble. But there are still optimistic things that he creates. Can't be pessimistic even if it's not Thursday, spirit! Again got a cynical look from other passengers because it had shouted.

Enough Naya!😌

***

Naya was bowed languidly by the side of the road. Sweat began to pour in the area of his face, already looking dull. "The adult world is like this?" He wondered as if someone was listening.

The girl had just been rejected by three companies at once. The reasons are almost the same. In the first company, "sorry miss, you're less tall." Furthermore, "your answer during the interview is quite satisfactory, but your height is less." Yes, Naya had seen the right interview way through the YouTube application. Not too nervous to answer questions. "Sorry, we need women at least 165 cm tall. You're 150, please look elsewhere."

"Huaa..Hua..." Naya was crying. That reason makes him almost crazy. And he promised that after coming back from here he would pull himself up with a rope to get higher.

"Nyesel I tuh, given free swimming lessons at school still gathers not obviously the same friend, huaaa"

After getting tired of the drama he created himself, Naya tried to stand up. Suddenly he got a message from Dinda.

*Joshua has left Nay. Patience yes..

Sabare😌

Naya knew, no matter how crazy she responded today, there would be no meaning. Because what? Because no one cares. Widya's best friend left with Niel a week ago. They go out of town to fight their fate together. How romantic. Dinda also went out of town to study higher. Rey and Harry live in the same town as Naya.

"Oh, it's called the adult world! I'm not scared! And you're Joshua! Go, I'll wait for you."

While he was thinking about his self-rejection, Joshua was too high for me who was this small. Forgive me, this ungrateful God. Yes Jo, if you want to go, go, I am ready for you. Just an empty can, right? Or to make it more painful, just cans, right? Hixes. Kicked into a ditch, left to rust.

***

In room.

After realizing his shortcomings, he began looking for job sites that fit the criteria. Relying on social media, looking for family contacts or friends who are already working. The average answer again made him groan disappointed.

"If you want to go to work here, you have to pay the admistration, Deck."

"There must be someone you know in the office."

"Pay, let's hurry the entry process."

Naya widened her eyes reading some chat replies from her senior. He was stunned to not believe. "This world of adults? I have to bribe? Is that? Uh! Shit.."

Naya's finances need not be doubted. Always less. I wanted to complain to my mother, but she had to endure it. It is risky to be an adult to bear his own pain.

It's not time to say I'm tired or give up. It's starters.

Some of his family had already been contacted. He slightly violated his priority of not asking for help from the family, he once promised not to bother others. But unfortunately, circumstances force Naya to lower the ego this time.

Naya glanced at the diary book that was located just beside her. He dropped the book and hugged it for a while. Then began to spill out the contents of his heart that was being smashed.

*Dear Diary's...

If you can't say give up, can I complain a little?

The scary adult world of Diary! Know it? Even fate and fate are terrible to me.

Today I was rejected by three companies, and then I got word my poem was gone.

And three more days, the last day for a re-list at XX University. I know, I can't get there because it's the most impossible thing. Where should I step on the Diary?

Mom, can I be selfish just this once? I just want to go to college! Fuck the work! I'm almost crazy!

Naya closed the rough of her beloved book. His shoulders that were about to tremble held him firmly. He was afraid to cry.

"I think after graduation, college, work, a few years later success. Hmh! It was far from my expectations. Alright. Let's start over again."