Love In Italy
Bulean Woman
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The sun was scorching this afternoon, the light made people feel dehydrated in its light.
So is the dynamic woman who is sitting on a black and white divider. He was seen drinking a 750 ml bottle of water.
"...hhhhh.alhamdulillah.." he muttered after vertical water.
The woman stared at the road that did not stop the motorbike and car passing by.
He had been looking for a job for over a month. But until now he has not got it.
His best friend 'Aini, also helped him. But once the company found Aleisha dressed in shar'i, they refused.
That's the cause of this month, he still remains unemployed. He didn't want to just because of the money he changed his clothes and took off his veil.
Because the company where the application is always rejected before he put the CV.
Although in fact, there are companies that receive a CV and he can work. On the condition that Aleisha must remove her hijab. Of course it was rejected.
Although some places have rejected it, Aleisha is not necessarily discouraged. In fact, he was getting active, to propose and go to a place that was quite far from his contract.
Like today, since morning he had already gone to some places that opened job vacancies.
Actually, he's not completely unemployed. He still gets daily income from helping his neighbor's mother sell or peel onion skin or melinjo.
The income is good enough to add-on to buying daily needs. But he who every month usually sends to the orphanage, certainly not nice if not sent. So he took his savings to send to the parlor.
Not only that, he also had to pay his rent, making him take the savings back.
At a glance, Aleisya thought of opening a business from his savings. Like food or study.
But he thought about it, the area where he lived. Most people are people whose income, mediocre only for daily needs. In addition, he must prepare a comfortable place of learning for children and books for learning activities. While it requires a large cost not comparable to his savings.
If you open another business, such as food. He can cook, but his usual cooking is not very good.
He could have opened a small business such as selling chips or food sold to stalls. But all the food he made was not as delicious as the cuisine of the neighboring mother he put into the stalls.
He who was daydreaming, did not realize there was someone walking closely towards him.
That person was a tall beautiful woman, white skin, her nose was pointed, and her hair was blonde.
He was wearing a trouser suit and a tight-fitting shirt whose material looked good.
"..sorry, sorry Ba." he said in fluent Indonesian.
Aleisya who heard the voice immediately regained his senses and turned his gaze towards the side. He found a beautiful woman who was bowing towards him.
"..aahhh, sorry..iya?" reply Al who immediately stood up from his seat.
"...my car broke down." he said pointing to a car not far from where they were standing.
"..i want to call the car carrier. My HP is dead. Can I borrow HP Ba?"
"..ahhh of course.." reply Aleisya immediately. He took his cell phone and gave it to the beautiful woman.
"..thank you.." he immediately pressed the number.
After the call, the woman starts talking to the person on the phone.
As soon as the conversation was over, he immediately turned off the call.
"Thank you.." Give it back the HP it borrowed.
"Together.." Aleisya replied to receive his HP which was put back into his sling bag.
Aleisya again chose to sit with the beautiful Caucasian woman.
The Bule agreed and sat down next to the long hooded woman. He looked towards the woman who was staring straight at the street.
"..Is it waiting for someone?" the lady opened silence.
"..no, I'm just sitting there." he replied kindly.
Aleisja who remembered holding a drink then offered it to the Woman next to him.
"..thank you, I brought it.." he replied and then took out a small bottle of bottled water.
Klek, in the bottle of virgin mineral water.
Shuuuu
Blowing wind from the front makes the Caucasian woman to the lilipan, the hand that holds the bottle then put the bottle to the side.
What he accidentally dropped was the bottle soaking in the brown envelope that was on top of the black and white stone.
"...hhhh.." Aleisya immediately picked up her brown envelope that was hit by water.
The bule woman was shocked and then said, "sorry." she said not good.
"..it's okay." replied Aleisya with a smile. He then wrapped the outside of the brown envelope with his robe.
Aleisya scuffed in his map which thankfully was only slightly wet.
"..it must be wet." he said badly.
"Just calm down just a little bit." point it towards the paper that is only slightly wet.
The woman then realized the paper she saw was a CV.
"..Ba's looking for a job?"
"..iya Ba.." Aleisha replied with a smile. He then placed the CV and envelope separately in the sun.
The bule woman watched Aleisya whose clothes seemed to be covered. She predicted the woman next to her must be hard-pressed to find work because of her clothes.
Though this country itself is Muslim majority, but the woman is difficult to find work here. What about the woman who went to another country that contained a majority of Non-Muslims.
If only, if he was an HRD then who received a CV Woman beside him would have rejected him to work in his place. No other because of his clothes.
The bule woman's eyes found the Taxi that approached her and stopped her daydream.
The woman stood up and signaled with her hand for the taxi to stop.
The Bule looked back at Aleisya who was looking at him.
"..i'm so sorry, thank you again for your help." - Smile.
Aleisya moved from her seat and returned the smile kindly.
"Together, it is only natural that as our neighbors help each other." he replied.
The bule woman fell silent, she then entered the taxi with still ringing the words of the woman who lent her HP.
The bule woman smiled then muttered, "Indeed, each other should help each other.."
He looked at the taxi driver who wanted to run his car. "Wait, Sir!" yells.
He pulled down the windshield and took the card from his bag.
The woman then called the woman in the shar'i shirt to come closer.
"This is my business card, call me to this number" he said, handing over the card.
Aleisya accepted it while still wondering. He didn't understand what the woman in the car was trying to get the card.
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