My beloved Young Miss

6. Gathering

Alvin suddenly looked up, looking at the superior while rounding his eyes. Should he trust his ears?

"What's boss?"

"Fired."

"Sa-I got fired?"

"Yes" replied the superior without any hesitation.

"But why boss?"

"Why did you say? Just so you know, you just made me lose."

Alvin looked at his superior with a slurred look.

"Boss, I was accidentally me"

"You're still trying to defend yourself for what you're doing?"

"Sorry, boss."

Alvin's boss took a slow breath.

"I know everything that happened today was purely your fault. So it's clearly your responsibility."

Alvin lowered his head. Is correct. He admitted that he did something stupid today.

"I noticed from earlier that your work was just daydreaming and not working properly. You lack concentration and accidentally bump into that customer. Therefore I assume this is all your fault." explained the superior again firmly.

"But my boss could try to recoup the losses of this restaurant later."

"Paid? By what? Your salary? Cih, come on Alvin! Just to work you're not a bitch."

Alvin shook his head. "Boss, you can't do this to me."

"Why can't it? That's a very easy thing for me. Wh why? Do you feel unaccepted?" said the sharp superior.

"Listen Alvin! You just made me spend five million rupiahs. Your salary here is only one and a half million. Imagine that! That much money can even be used to pay you for four months." explained the sharp boss with a higher tone.

Alvin gulped his saliva, bitter. Why is everything so messed up like this. He's making himself lose his job now.

"Boss, I beg you not to fire me." beg Alvin with a clear face. "Help Boss! I really need this job."

The boss breathed slowly. "If you really need this job, you should be working right. Not even wasting the job."

The answer from the superior made Alvin bow. He admitted that he did not do his job properly earlier and even daydreamed. Yes, this is pure fault.

The boss was silent for a while then sighed. "Look, now you choose. Fired or you have to work without a salary for four months here?" bargain the superior.

Alvin looked up, shocked. He looked at the boss in disbelief. How could he choose such a ridiculous choice?

"Boss, where can I go"

"choose! Be prompt. I don't have much time for this discussion." said the boss indifferently.

Alvin was quiet for a moment. He could not have chosen to work without a salary. He works to earn money to meet his daily needs. But if he stopped, it would be difficult for him to get another job.

"All right boss. I'll stop." Alvin said resigned after previously thinking carefully.

Alvin will think of a way to get a new job again after this. Alvin couldn't possibly have stayed here without a paycheck whereas he was desperate for money.

***

Fifteen minutes later, Alvin was in the park seat in the middle of the city. He returned to daydreaming. Alvin is really sad at the moment because of all the events he went through.

Alvin opened a can of drink that he had bought at one of the roadside shops. He drank his drink and took a slow breath. He was confused as to what he would do after this. He has no plan now. Brain's dead-end.

And after a long time of daydreaming of the bad luck that befell him. Alvin sighed for a while, then he got up and decided to go home. He felt very tired, both physically and in the mind.

Along the way, Alvin still can't even concentrate on the highway. He carried his vespa motor with a dreamy mind while thinking about all the problems that happened to him.

Is everything that happened pure his fault?

What caused the end of his relationship with Karina was also due to him alone. Her fault?

He had just lost his job because of his own mistakes.

All the bad things that happened were his fault.

Alvin now passed the crossroads without looking right and left, until without realizing it a car suddenly appeared and passed from the left direction of the road.

TINN! TINN!

"Gosh my god." Alvin woke up because of the sound of the car clason.

Skiit!!

Alvin quickly braked his motorcycle, as well as the car that seemed to be snapping the speed of his car and slamming his steering in a safe direction. The collision was finally avoided.

"Hey, young man. What are you doing?" shouted a middle-aged man who had just got down from inside the car, just as Alvin removed the helmet on his head.

The middle-aged man must be a driver, visible from his clothes who was indeed wearing a driver uniform suit.

"Why aren't you careful? I almost hit you earlier." exclaimed the driver again.

"I'm sorry, sir. I was not intentionally. It's my fault because I was daydreaming!" obviously Alvin lowered his half.

"Geez! You daydreaming? Listen young man, next time you have to be more careful. Thankfully you're okay. Otherwise my boss will-"

"How's uncle?" a woman shouted from inside the car.

Alvin turned his gaze toward the source of the voice. He could not see the woman's face too clearly because the window of his car was only half open.

But a few seconds later the woman lowered her car glass and just then Alvin could clearly see the face of the girl. Alvin's two eyes instantly rounded as he saw how beautiful the woman was.

The driver approached the car to talk to the owner. "That-that, miss. This young man"

"Did our car hit it, uncle?" ask the beautiful woman.

The driver nodded quickly. "No miss."

"Yes, good. Then let's hurry up and leave now. I'm busy, I don't have much time" the woman ordered again.

"Well, miss." said the driver again, obediently.

After that the driver hurriedly re-entered his car. They just left Alvin. Alone in that place. Alvin who was still a little confused just stared at the departure of the car, then he looked smiling.

"The girl's face made my bad day feel so much better. Ah, it's a pity that I can only see it at a glance." said Alvin then put his helmet back on then ride his motorcycle and immediately drive it towards the house.

The rain started to fall when Alvin arrived in his front yard. His body looked a little wet now. Covering his head with a helmet he ran up the porch of his house.

Alvin opened the main door and went straight into the house. He took off his wet jacket and directly threw it on the back of the sofa.

He came out of the room after previously taking a towel to dry his hair. Sighing slowly, Alvin draped his towel around his neck. He then laid his body on the sofa in his living room.

"I'm tired." he muttered while staring sadly at the photo of his late parents displayed on the wall of his house. "When will good things come to me."

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