Miss Hurray, I Love You!

Dua

Mr. Wiryo-supervisor cleaning service-while standing on his waist in the doorway. His breathing rose and fell, his face crimson withstanding the overwhelming annoyance. Looking at Alsava with calculation. Sighing deeply while closing the eyelids.

"Alsava" he said slowly.

His eyelids opened slowly staring at the poor girl he found two years ago in a warteg with shabby clothes and a dirty face. Hearing Alsava's sad life story, running away from home and almost becoming a victim of terminal thugs abuse makes Wiryo pitya and invites Alsava to work at his place of work.

But the choice he took over humanity, it took away some of his peace of life, especially in work.

"Sir Boss," Grinned Alsava without sin. His hand was still holding onto the bread he had just partially eaten.

Mr. Wiryo stared at the fierce innocent face of Alsava. The middle-aged man's breathing was still short. Apparently the anger still has not subsided even though Alsava has shown a innocent face without sin that has so far managed to make Mr. Wiryo melt and apologize for all his unique actions.

Alsava swallowed his saliva heavily. Mr. Wiryo was really angry this time. The girl stood up slowly then placed the bread she held on the table. Asep who saw the terrifying aura from his supervisor was also feeling scared and tense simultaneously. The young man also rose to teach Alsava.

Alsava lowered his head with fingers squeezing each other, preparing to receive the anger of the superior who was already inexorable.

"Why do you always have trouble?" ask Mr. Wiryo in a slow but stressed tone.

Alsava lowered his head even deeper, unable to answer even looking at Wiryo - a good man he already considered his own father's successor.

"I'm sorry" he chirped with fear.

"Your contract, which will be broken in two days, may not be renewed."

The head of Alsava looked up, looking straight at Wiryo sir in shock. His eyes glazed over when he saw the look of disappointment on the face of Mr. Wiryo who was so noticeable.

"Sorry sir, I just want to help Ms. Irna,-"

"By complicating your already difficult life?" mr. Wiryo did not let Alsava finish his sentence.

Alsava looked down again, now the sobbing began to sound. Her tears broke when she imagined she would be dismissed in two days. Then what about the debts and living expenses of the family he had been carrying? Does he have to go back to begging and snacking at the risk of being harassed by thugs? No, Alsava won't choose that horrible path anymore.

Alsava shook his head slowly, raising his face to look at Wiryo sir with tears. Asep, who knew what worries his friend was feeling, stroked Alsava's arm slowly trying to calm down.

"This time I can't help, because the problem has reached the HRD of the company."

"Sava apologizes sir, sava beg you!" pinta Alsava weld, cupping both palms in front of the chest. The crying gets harder and the tears don't stop dripping.

"Sorry Va, if HRD has made a decision, you can not help much. Come to the house once in a while, I can definitely entertain you" said Mr. Wiryo before leaving Alsava just like that.

His heart ached at the tears and despair of Alsava. But he must be firm, so that Alsava understands not to always make trouble and complicate his own life.

Alsava was sitting limp in the chair he was sitting in. His eyes glanced at the bread that Asep had given him, no longer having a taste for food despite still being very hungry because he had not eaten from last night. Seeing Alsava's condition, Asep gently stroked the girl's arm back. His heart was too tight to see the condition of Alsava like this. He's the only living witness after Wiryo who knows Alsava's difficult story.

"What problem are you having this time?" ask Asep carefully.

Alsava raised his head to look at his friend in protest. Asep was not affected instead continued to stare at Alsava straightly demanding an answer. Alsava lost, choosing to bow his head in.

"Suami mbak Irna who is security is cheating on the same new receptionist, I terrorize him by scaring will report to the HRD. Turns out she's smarter, I think she's going to stop bothering her husband. Actually,-"

Alsava could not continue his sentence, and looked down deeply. The tears that had dried up were now dripping back. Asep looked at Alsava with pity, the young man sighed softly unable to speak.

"And only be given the same cepe mbak Irna. Knowing I'd be unemployed, I squeezed all three until satisfied." Alsava said an anxious face now changed bringas like the antagonist in the soap opera that Asep often saw with the mother of the owner of the contract. Asep inched backwards then got up and hurried to leave Alsava alone. The young man shuddered in horror at the change in Alsava's hideous facial expression.

Asep waltzed with a faint smile on his face, feeling silly with his words just now. Since when did she expect Alsava-girl riot-maker-as a boyfriend? This time his brain was erred.

***

"I guess, you are still at home playing around Fan," Rangga replied with a slanted smile on his face.

The young man said casually without leaving his hands. Rafan did not respond just staring at Rangga coldly. He was convinced that his cousin never expected Rafan to return.

"It's been two years, uncle said I should prepare for the position I've always had."

Rangga chuckled at Rafan's words just now, the young man got up and stepped closer to Rafan standing up.

"And you just believe my papa's words?"

Rangga's hand stroked softly Rafan's suit and then tidied it, acting to intimidate Rafan subtly.

"Ck, if remembered from the past my father always put you first rather than his own son. No wonder you believe."

Rangga smiled slanted and then casually dropped his body on the sofa in the room. Loosened the navy tie she was wearing, raising her head to the ceiling of the room. While Rafan was still silent, standing upright was not affected. Staring at his cousin with a difficult look.

"If you are able, please sit where you should have been two years ago" said Rangga again without changing his position. His voice was slow but Rafan could feel a sense of unreality there.

"Two years isn't a minute until you can be confident that the situation is the same as it used to be, when you decided to leave."

Rangga got up and sat back in his great chair. The chair that changed his life for the last two years. Rafan looked down, he lost a lot. Feeling ashamed of his reckless and irresponsible actions.

"You should be aware that your position here is only temporary."

Instead of apologizing for feeling guilty, Rafan instead ignited the axis of hostility.

"All right, if that's what you want. Come to the board meeting in two days, you'll know that the world is no longer siding with a spoiled child like you."

"The ladder! Remember your limits!" snapped Rafan's mad.

Shrugged his shoulders, not caring. His outstretched hand pointed at the door, driving Raffan away with a gesture. Raffan clenched his hands, his chest going up and down holding back the anger that made his chest tight. Turn around and step out of the company's CEO room that should have been his for two years.

With long steps Rafan entered into the elevator. Instead of pressing the ground floor button, Rafan instead chose to go up to the roof of the building. Arriving at the roof, he looked up at the view of the big city filled with skyscrapers. Sighing in a rough breath then shouting loudly.

Loosening the tie ties then kicking the air in annoyance. Once again screaming hoping the tightness in his chest wanes. Groped the pants pocket, took out the roko box and the batter. Take one stick and throw the rest in any direction. Smoke cigarettes and suck them in. Tears fell without him noticing since.

Memories two years ago flashed on the eyelids. The strong-bodied young man fell to the floor with a sob. A cigarette flanked by two fingers on his right hand just fell on the floor. White smoke from cigarettes still billows even though Rafan no longer reaches.

Two years ago, his comfortable life was suddenly shaken because his father died suddenly. Rafan who is accustomed to living easy lives is not ready to be given a big responsibility to lead the company and instead fled abroad. That's why his position is now occupied by the cousin.

"Life is hard, but there's no reason to kill yourself." Rafan was surprised, raising his head to look at someone who was standing next to him. A girl with puffy eyes and messy hair.

"If you think you're suffering the most in the world, you're wrong. There are still many poor people out there who suffer much more, because they have to fight just to satiate the stomach." After saying a long sentence that Rafan did not understand, the girl simply passed by without turning her head towards him. Rafan's eyes followed the girl's movements in confusion.

"Who would kill himself?" rafan muttered slowly.