My Last Kiss's

CHAPTER 23~Meet Again With Cecei

"Hmm." Jobes tried to remember who the girl standing before him was.

"Sister Jobes sure you don't know me?" ask the girl.

"Cecei, sis." continued again.

"Ah, yes.... Cecey. Sorry I forgot." Jobes reached out his hand shaking Cecei's hand awkwardly.

Of course, the girl named Cecei was replying to him. They talked for a while.

From a distance, I watched them. Not long after, Cecei stepped away but had a chance to look in the direction with his friendly smile. I wave.

"Oh sorry, it's a long time." Jobs opened the car door for me.

"Well, relax" I said.

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(In the office)

I was sitting in the same room as Jobes. Almost every day, we were together except for the weekend. Because I just want to spend time alone. Whatever the invitation, I tried to refuse except for a job.

To be honest, I'm not so money oriented even though I know money is important and everyone needs it.

For me, fun and comfort are far more important than money. I do some work not for the money, but because I love it and I'm comfortable with it.

After lunch, I started my first job. Jobes accompanied me to guide the tourists who were traveling from abroad. With a tour bus, of course.

"To my colleagues, let's go!" I started giving directions in English, of course, so that they would get on the bus one by one.

Actually I have a little doubt about that. My point is with the journey we're going through. The problem is, the bus is not possible through the cut road, while akh, more control the cut road than the big road. Thank goodness Jobes came with me. I'm almost out of ways, honestly.

Our first stop was at Jam Gadang. A large and tall clock is white. Uniquely, for the number four in the hour is the Roman number four, and probably not many of them are aware of it.

As a driver, I drive them. Provide help to photograph them and then explain some things about the Gadang Clock.

Well.., though not as perfect as expected. Luckily they understood what I was trying to explain. They nodded as I spoke, whether because they did understand or not at all, I don't know.

I thought foreign tourists were cold and ignorant, but look how they even asked about me as if they were giving me attention.

Actually, they are not tourists who are elderly or the like. They are young people who are very interested in the interior and the like.

Very different of course with most people who are interested in large developed countries.

After some time of travel, the tourists ask to enjoy lunch at a restaurant. I forgot the name but, it's not that far from the Canteen Square.

"Wowo, here the food is very good (bahahahsa English)." A narrow-eyed man praised some of the food he was tasting.

"yeah. It's delicious." a blonde woman gave her thumb.

Followed by others, of course. They look friendly even with some waiters who serve other food.

"Let's have lunch." I smiled at them one by one who was enjoying the dish.

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