Love Stories Overseas

Chapter 13

" If indeed the next room there are residents, why from yesterday we both have never seen anyone come in and out?", Asri still did not run out of thought, " what every day in a room measuring 2x3 meters is not enough".

Dila pointed her index finger in front of her lips, "don't be noisy, it's night, the person again in the room, if you talk too hard, guaranteed to be astonished until the next room, now we just sleep".

That night Dila and Asri tried to sleep, even though sounds from the next room, such as the sound of collisions repeatedly sounded in their ears.

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Dila's first day of work training continues to go to LPK, all Dila's friends are not suspicious if Dila actually will not be placed in PT or any factory, he said, for three days training takes place, starting from Wednesday to Friday.

The last day of training, all training participants are asked to fill out a CV and also a complete personal data form to apply for job registration at the PT and the real factory.

Dila also filled out the form just like the others, only Dila understood very well if it was just a formality. Other friends are directly invited by the LPK to review to the PT or the factory where the participants will register on Monday tomorrow

While Dila single-handedly chose to go back to the contract. It was still noon. Dila chose to walk alone from LPK to his contract.

Although a few days ago Yani warned that being in a big city must be careful, but in the afternoon this is not the case that most rented residents are working, especially during the day many people pass by on the highway, so it will not be scary to walk alone.

" Until now I have not received any information from Mas Kun or from LPK mentors, whether I have to go back to the village after a week here, it will be very embarrassing".

Dila continued to think while walking home to the contract.

While on the highway Dila's cell phone rang, there was an incoming call from Pakde Didit, she was the older sister of Siti, Dila's mother.

Pakde Didit lived in Cikarang, not too far from Cibitung, where Dila contracted, but since yesterday Dila forgot to not tell his Pakde if he was in Cibitung.

" Hello assalamualaikum Pakde, how is Pakde and his family?", Dila picked up his phone by the roadside. Dila chose to sit under a large mahogany tree that had a seat under it.

" Wa'alaikum greetings Dil, Pakde and the family all thankfully healthy, you are how the hell Dil, go to Cibitung kok not give the same news Pakde".

" If you know you are in Cibitung, from yesterday, Pakde must have played to your contract ".

" Try you send your contract address where, tomorrow-tomorrow if Pakde has time or the way around Cibitung Pakde stop by".

Didit had been wandering since he was young, had various jobs done, from work as a taxi driver, work in a shop, change to become a taxi driver and lastly, from work as a taxi driver, now work as a private driver in a rich place.

Princess Didit new Junior High School 3rd grade, and number two is still Elementary grade 4, because it was once Siti stepped over her sister, married first. That's why Dila's age is older than her Pakde children.

Dila so thought to ask his Pakde for help to find a job, but considering his Pakde also only worked as a personal driver, what work can be found by Pakde for him, but given his Pakde, does Dila have to be a maid in her boss Pakde's house?.

After chatting with Mr. Didit for a few minutes, Dila hung up, then sent her contract address to Mr. de via a short message.

Dila did not expect much from his Pakde, because Dila knew Pakdenya's life was also difficult, the residence was still contracted, not to mention Pakde was financing his two young children.

After keeping the phone back in his pocket, Dila stood up to continue the journey, Dila was startled by the sound of a bus horn stopping in front of her.

" Ride Dil, I take you to the front stop of the contract, I canter the employees of the route through there!", Dila looked at the bus driver who shouted at him, it was Joko. Dila smiled and rode the bus happily.

There are still some PT employees who are on the bus, they all wear the same work uniform. Only Dila bus passengers wear different clothes.

" Why are you walking alone, Dil, Asri and your other friends where?", asked Joko to Dila who was sitting in the back seat. With the eyes focused forward.

" Asri and others were invited to visit the PT which will be his workplace", replied Dila honestly.

" Aren't you with them?".

Dila shook her head, and of course Joko couldn't see Dila's head just now.

" It's up to Dil".

Dila got off the bus and thanked Joko.

It felt like crying, but Dila knew this was her own decision to wander, Dila had to be able to endure her grief, and find a way out for her problems.

Until the rented Dila lay down on the mat, it feels like it has begun to get used to living hard and sleeping without a mattress, because it has been a week Dila sleep only on a mat. Dila deliberately did not close the door of her room so that cool air could enter the room that felt hot during the day like this.

It was only 3 o'clock and 15 minutes, Dila was shocked when a woman stood in front of her bedroom door.

" Can I come in?, I'm Intan, who lives in the next room".

Dila nodded and changed her position to sit and lean against the wall of the room.

In the face of the woman in front of him carefully, women aged about 22/23 years, straight hair along the waist, in yellow paint. Her body shape was indeed sexy, densely filled, but her face was pale, like an exhausted person. Maybe because they often stay up because of their work time at night.

" I usually do not like to interfere in other people's affairs, nor do I want to know, or make friends, with rented residents here" Intan said while sitting on a pandan mat.

" But I know your problem, I can hear when you talk to the guy who lives next door to your room, I don't nag ya, I'm on break, I'm on break, and your voice is heard all the way to my room".

" Every time you guys talk I can hear, including last night, someone says I'm not a real girl, I know that".

Dila began to feel bad for the woman in front of him.

" I'm sorry Intan, we didn't mean it that way".

" No papa, just relax, I can also accept, it's common to hear unpleasant things from people's mouths".

" I just want to nawarin work with you, because I feel sorry for you who have not been able to work at PT even though it has arrived here and passed all the selection".

Dila thought for a moment, what kind of job would diamond offer him, is it true that Intan is not a good woman?.

" If you may know, what exactly is Intan's job?, I see brother is a good person".

Intan smiled, "right said your friends, you are too kind, because judging everyone is good".

" I work at a karaoke place, as a songwriter, but it's true that people say, I'm not a good woman, because sometimes I have to serve those who have paid me all night, I should be able to make them satisfied with the plus-plus service".

Dila could only swallow her saliva, without commenting anything.

" Sister Intan, I can't work like that brother, sorry", Dila immediately rejected Intan's offer.

Intan chuckles amusedly.

" I didn't tell you what his job was, I just told you what my job was. Not that I'm offering you the same job as mine".

" From the conversation I've heard since yesterday, you're a good country girl and a najai teacher as well, right?, so where might I drag you into the black world like I experienced".

" There's actually a rich om-om, he's a widower, his son's one, he's only 3, he needs a nanny for his son, because he's so mischievous and violent, maybe a patient girl like you can face the mischief of such a child" Intan said.

" What's that om-om, one of Kak Intan's subscriptions?", asked Dila feeling bad.

" He'd been to karaoke once, with some of his business associates, but he didn't sleep with me, they just sang and partied together, even after the party mostly went to bed and came home early, and then they did, but the om-om could not make room, at that time he called his mother, said his son was sick".

Dila seems to think hard, "if you may know, where does she live?, not far from here?".

" If his friends say, he lives in East Jakarta, but exactly where I do not know yet, which I remember said my acquaintance, om-om's last babysitter's salary was a month to 5 million, but all caregivers no one can take care of the child, the longest being a babysitter only lasts one month", intan.

" I think about it first, sister, tomorrow I give you an answer" said Dila.

Dila and Intan also exchanged HP numbers before Intan returned to his room, because the other rented residents had begun to return to their respective contracts.

Evan and Kunto had seen Intan come out of Dila's room, they were both of course curious, as well as worried about what Intan the woman's interests that night, to Dila's room.