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In the Rangga family-owned office engaged in food and property marketing. Hana seemed busy working on something with Rangga in Rangga's private room. They discussed about Japanese food that will be used as the main menu in a new restaurant that will soon be inaugurated.

"Hana..."

"Yes, Rang."

"Take a look at this menu list, these are all Japanese food. I want you to pick some menu that we'll make the King of food in our restaurant."

Hana knitted her two eyebrows.

"I..? Why should I? I don't know Japanese, Rangga."

Rangga chuckled slightly while shifting the list book in question.

"You can choose some menus that you think are delicious by the way you see the pictures one by one as many as eight kinds, it's easy right?" rangga pointed to the picture next to the name of the food.

Hana grinned, She remained doubtful of her choice. He was afraid of disappointing Rangga because the results were not appropriate.

"Geez come on, Han. It's not a crime until you think that long, quickly pick whichever you like and I'll take it!" pinta Rangga on Hana.

Hana released the mini bag on her shoulder onto the table. Then take the pen and book the menu list from the table and sit opposite to Rangga.

"Don't comment yes, it's your fault if you don't like it" Hana whittled along with the manyun.

"She, take it easy" said Rangga. Rangga was also busy signing some important proposals.

Hana spelled out some of those foods very funny. Quite soft but clearly heard in Rangga's ears.

"Tempura, Onigiri, Sashimi, Ramen, Sukiyaki. Well, wow.., this is how good all the hell, Rang?" Hana even gulped her saliva to observe the image of the display there made Rangga finally provoked to look at his silly actions.

"how much did you get?" ask Hana to herself. Look at it again The list of foods from above and count them.

"One, two, three, four, five. Oh yes five means three more dong. So which one to choose anyway is it all appetizing?" his oceh was again alone while scratching his hair that was tied up.

Rangga no longer continued his work, He continued to look at Hana with admiration.

"You'll be mine, baby. All my long wait will never be in vain again."

Hana continued several other options and then wanted to give the book to Rangga to be examined but stopped. He became wrong behavior will look inside from Rangga on him.

"Rangga, i. This is the book" said Hana.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry." Rangga took over the book and read some of Hana's options.

"Waw, you're good at picking out the looks. Not in vain I ask you," praised Rangga. Of course he did it to get Hana's attention.

"That's because the picture is interesting" Hana said smiling wryly.

Towards the afternoon rejection for the sake of rejection from every office that Melvin attended continued to occur. He did not know why they refused without respecting himself.

Even not infrequently the job application letter that He submitted a shirt was thrown to the floor by a head of HRD with a rough. The reason was upset with his pleas that seemed pushy.

Melvin just realized, life is difficult apparently only to be trampled by others.

Melvin decides to go to Bahardhika's office. He wanted to ask Mr. Dikha for help in order to accept him to work in that place. The Bahardikha office runs parallel to the Wijaya Cooperation office. It is not easy, he also found a way to meet Mr. Dikha. His secretary was kekeh forbid he found his boss.

"Sorry, Sir. Mr. Dikha was very busy and could not be found. Please, Mr. Go. This office does not accept new recruits!" throw out the secretary.

"But, Ma'am. Mommy just call him. Tell him that Melvin wants to see him," Melas pleaded.

"Sorry, Sir. Please out. You don't force. Mr. Dikha has said that he does not want to receive guests today" the Secretary said.

"Gosh, Ma'am. I am an important person. I have to meet him." Melvin barged in.

"Stop, Sir. Stop.... Sage sir! Sage sir! Please take that intruder out!" the female secretary shouted at the two guards who were in charge of pointing towards Melvin.

The two guards chased Melvin and pulled him out. "Let's get out, sir. Do not argue, you can be in prison for rioting" said one of the guards. They blocked his hand firmly and pushed him into the loby until he fell on the floor.

"Hus. hus. there, Go. Want to work maksa anyway? if there is no vacancy. Repot is really live!" gerutu One of the guards.

Melvin was on fire, eager to nail their faces that might have nothing with him. He chose to leave and left that place.

Melvin is confused, he no longer has a purpose. He even ran out of money which was only the remaining twenty thousand to take public transportation. Melvin follows where his footsteps lead him in the hope that there is a miracle that can make him find something.

Melvin stopped sitting under a tree while observing some vehicles back and forth. The sweaty sweat coming out of his forehead rubbed him with his sleeves.

Tragically, that one word was on his mind right now. This is more painful than Prabu's own hatred.

Melvin must learn to make peace with the conditions, the situation is no longer like it used to be. As he continued on his way again someone squeezed a horn from behind his back.

Tin! Tin!

The man stopped and went down to see Melvin.

"Hello, buddy do you remember me?" sapana. His age was on par with Melvin but his face was a bit blunt.

"Riman, how are you?" the two hugged each other. Riman Shahdan is his Junior High School friend. Riman was once the son of a farmer and was Melvin's best friend during school. But continuing the school to another place keeps them apart.

"You're successful now?" melvin said he found Riman driving a luxury car.

"Ahk, you're this. Thankfully, I didn't expect it to work either. O yes, how was your school in Europe?"

"It's quite fun, but yes it is," Melvin replied rather shyly.

Riman noticed Melvin's appearance from top to bottom like he wasn't a rich man, his appearance was a little messy and there was a map in his hand of some kind of job application letter. But Riman knows the shirt and pants base Melvin uses is high quality material.

"O yeah, why are you walking. Where's your car?" riman asked somewhat curiously.

Melvin took a long breath.

"My life isn't that lucky, Rim. I'm destitute now. I just sent some job applications but got rejected" he said honestly.

"Well, what a pity. Are you married now?"

Melvin nodded.

"Rim, can you help me? I hope you have a job opening for me?"

For a moment Riman thought between doubtful or unpleasant.

"I'm not sure you want to, Vin?"

"You mean?"

"I don't have a good vacancy for you in my cafe, but if you want, you can join me as an impromptu waitress in my cafe because tonight there's going to be a big party. But the problem is the money is also not much but it is enough to eat you two days," said Riman.

"I don't understand, Rim?" melvin was not satisfied with Riman's explanation.

Riman seemed a little reluctant to convey this, but he could not help much.

"At least once a year my cafe's on the booking a business person to throw a party. Well, automatically we'll be overwhelmed serving them. Therefore we recruited a waiter who wanted to work that night in our cafe impromptu," said Riman repeated his point.

"Sorry, Vin. There's just that in fact if you're interested I'll wait for you to come there tonight" Riman added.

Riman took out a card with his cafe address to Melvin and Melvin accepted it.

"You think about it first, if you mind it doesn't matter, man. But I'm still hoping you'll help me."

Riman patted Melvin on the shoulder and said goodbye.

Melvin scanned every inch of the card and looked at the address of Riman's cafe. The cafe was quite famous among the high officials.