Love Betting

Chapter 1: The Beginning of the Story

Maya Pov 🌙

I don't know where this story is going to start. That was definitely the afternoon when I moved out of the house to occupy a new contract. I met someone.

I took those things off the car. Some cardboard is there. My driver helped me to drop off the things in the car in the back seat.

Then came another one. "Sir, can you help me..?" said. I looked up while still wanting to take the item. I saw the man standing in front of me.

He stood up while looking at me. I looked at the man for a while without knowing what the man looked like.

"Yes, sorry who are you..? You from where? Why are you here..?"

I asked that man. I still don't know who he really is. I don't want to know her but I see her a little bit of pity.

"May I help you with that stuff..?"

"For what..? You don't need to help me because I don't need your help. Me and my driver can pick up the stuff themselves. So you don't have to bother."

I answered with a few sentences. And I don't want to be bothered by that man I swear.

"I need a job. Please help me. I need money, please help me!"

The man still told me to help him, I was forced to tell him to lift my things in the car.

It's not my car, it's a rental car that I'll soon have to pay for. I still want to find a job because I haven't worked in a long time.

I remember the boss in my office, Boss Doni must be upset to see that I didn't work for a few days off. Doni's boss is my boss at the bar.

He has a bar I know. I worked at the Bar he was a while ago until now I choose to take a vacation because at home there is a celebration.

My stuff is not much. Just some of the parts he had brought inside. The rest I raised myself.

"Thank you."

"Where's my pay?" said me. Danger of this man. A little work for a lot of pay.

"It." I gave him ten thousand. Banknote.

He then left me. I went into the house I rented for a year with white paint and white ceramics. And I'm still trying to keep calm.

I was still wearing the hijab, looking out. I saw the boy come out with a motorcycle out going somewhere.

My mind then moved towards the cardboard. I had to forget about that man for a moment. I have to take care of my clothes that are still in the cardboard box.

I feel tired and accomplished. I thought, why doesn't that man come to me at this time so he can help me and want to ease my current job.

God, I accomplished it once. I started putting my stuff in the closet for a while. I exhaled a lethargic breath and I was still ready - ready to take a shower.

Kinan Pov 🌙

As I sat down, I saw someone coming. I saw a white car in which there was a driver driving it. I don't know who. I don't know who the owner of the car is. Tang I know only that driver got off the top of the car.

I saw the driver go down and pick up some stuff in the back seat. And I saw a woman suddenly appear behind while helping to lift the item in the form of a cardboard box.

I wondered why I wasn't trying to help the woman while asking her for money. I need money to buy gasoline for just walking.

"Can I help you?" I approached the woman with the intention of helping her with the job of lifting things.

"Sorry, who are you..? I don't need your help. I can work alone."

The woman insisted on staying up to help me. Wonder why he won't help me when I need a job. Because my father was on the phk and I couldn't get any monthly money from him.

"Why?"

"No, I'm just daydreaming." I said to my friend. I was just daydreaming about that woman next door. I went to see my friend Alex.

"Why do you have a problem..?" my friend Alex asked me. I'm still confused as to why I could suffer like this. I also know what the solution is.

Sometimes I choose to take a leisurely walk out because I need a friend or just walk. Or see some people who are in the town square. I want to meet someone I miss.

"You're daydreaming again, aren't you?" Alex brought me back.

"You're patient, you're calm. Ask Allah to send forth my sustenance, O Allah. Someone has no intention of being good to me. For several months I have been unable to pay. Long time."

"That's a prayer that you can probably pray every time you pray." Alex explained to me.

"I don't like Alex's prayers. I still want to travel while trying to find a good job."

"But I used to live and make cerota at home. The one who works is my brother. I'm in buli. So I decided to stay quiet without doing anything. I've been bullied by Salsa who loves to stare at that money."

"Just calm. There's all a payoff. If indeed Salsa intention is good, surely you can get what you want. But if your intentions are bad. You can be difficult later. You just calm down.

"I can't be that calm Alex. I have a dream of being able to catch up to my eighth level gifter. I don't know how. That desire is still on this mind.

"Until I get bored at home. I want to go and find a friend. I have no money to buy gasoline for a long time. Then who am I supposed to have gas money for now..?"

"Sorry, I can't help you. You can live what you are now."

God, I'm not happy right now. Let me go see someone. Because here I can't be happy. There are some places I think are empty. And that place doesn't feel good for me."

I decided to go home without expecting a friend to accompany me. I went back home and stayed in the room with some books I collected yesterday.

I want to play with my friend again like yesterday maybe.

...***...

After I woke up, I remembered the woman I met yesterday morning. I looked at the window of my house.

That woman I don't see anymore maybe she's hiding in her house.

Suddenly, my father called me. "Kinan, what are you doing there?"

"You're looking out. Why sir..?"

"If there is no work, please turn Mr. Beverage. You need a drink now!"

I'd hate it if you told me to buy alcoholic liquor. The drinks you love are not ordinary drinks. My father is a liquor addict.

There are already many bottles of drinks scattered at home. There are some that I threw away there are some that I kept in the warehouse.

I was forced to buy you another bottle of liquor containing it for his drinking. I have told you to stop a few times but you still do not want to stop drinking - the liquor.

I'll ask for help Ma'am who's in the rented house next door. Who knows, you can be aware after meeting the woman.

...✉️...

She was like an angel who came down from the sky. Like a star that will continue to shine in the sky with the moon.

And that moon is me. I feel lonely for the stars far from my distance.

Distance is the farthest place for me to reach you. You are my star that I hope to get close to and rejoice with you.

To Be Continue's.

[Sorry if there is a Typo.]