My name is Maira

jakarta - Jakarta

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The office that will be my destination every morning, is located on Jl. General Sudirman.

One of the buildings on JL. General Sudirman, twenty-two stories tall, will be my goal every morning.

The office I was in, was on the eighteenth floor of lot two.

The view from the window of my office room was the next building, so I had no chance to see the whole of Jakarta from behind my office window.

After two weeks of training, there were only three who stayed to work in this office, me, diah, and kinan.

She is twenty-nine years old and has a family.

He lived in a bogor, so every morning he had to leave at 5:30 am from his house.

Me and Diah were put on a team with ningsih and abi, our supervisor was miss alice.

Miss Alice is of Chinese descent from Malaysia.

I had enough trouble keeping up with the tempo of work that miss alice gave me.

He wants everything to be fast and accurate.

I had no chance to complain, so as best I could, I tried to learn quickly.

Currently, the team of miss alice, holding an investor account of five people, with a nominal investment of about seven billion.

My job is to report to investors about market movements, as well as provide an analysis of every news I read every morning.

Ningsih was in charge of giving reports to Abi, then forwarded to miss alice.

Every day, around five in the afternoon, miss alice held an evaluation. Usually we just leave the office at about six in the afternoon, but not infrequently at seven in the evening until eight in the evening, we just got out of the office.

I left every morning, about seven in the morning from nia's house, and only arrived back to nia's house, almost nine in the evening, because I was always stuck in traffic for an hour more.

Every morning, I wake up before six in the morning, then get ready briefly, and immediately catch up on public transport so that I am not late to the office.

Nia herself woke up earlier than me, because she works in the central Jakarta area, precisely in harmony.

Nia goes every morning between her father and a nearby busway stop, preferring to leave her car at home, because she feels traumatized when taking the car to work.

Congestion in Jakarta, makes nia always lose patience, when she takes her car to the office.

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Two months in Jakarta, I almost gave up because I could not cope with the rhythm that I had to live every day.

The salary I receive is also always exhausted.

The high cost of the lunch I spent, as well as the weekend vacations that I and I always did, kept my pockets thin, although I work from eight in the morning to seven in the evening every day.

Not to mention the pieces I had to accept for being late to the office.

I was exhausted, finally I gathered aunt rosa, nia and om rusman on holiday.

I told them that I decided to stay in a boarding house not too far from the Sudirman.

All of them disapproved, but I gave them my understanding, and asked them to look at the panda eyes that began to adorn my face.

A week later, Nia and her family invited me to see the cost around senopati.

The price that is generally offered by boarding houses in the senopati area that we came to, made my pocket cry.

But I decided to choose one of the offered boarding rooms.

The distance from the boarding house in Senopati that I chose, just enough to ride a motorcycle taxi for ten minutes to arrive in front of my office.

Aunt Rosa reluctantly allowed me to stay alone, because she also felt sorry to see me coming home every night, not to mention when auntie rosa had to see me chasing public transport every morning.

Although the price offered by the owner of the cost is almost double, from the existing costs in Jogja with the same facilities.

I firmly chose that room.

Nia and her family also helped me to move.

Aunty Rosa just asked me to come home every weekend, and rusman asked the boarding housekeeper to call her if by ten o'clock I still haven't come home.

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Although I left at half-eight in the morning, but I always arrived at the office before eight.

I can also get to the boarding house after a long day of work, before eight in the evening.

Usually once I arrive at the boarding house from the office, I immediately call my mother or sister alan, who has always been worried since I started living alone.

I have started to feel comfortable living in Jakarta since living alone.

Even so, my finances are still the same, always exhausted without rest every month, sometimes even like less.

Sadness because I still can't save, comforted by the morning scenery that has become my favorite, when I get in front of the office building every morning.

I could see a row of lamborghini cars coming into the parking lot of the next building.

The sound of the engine from Lamborghini, always never fails to make my chest beat.

Every morning I always take the time to see the rows of cars enter the parking lot of the next building, and then I go up to the eighteenth floor using the elevator.

A peaceful and relaxing morning, was something I couldn't have while I was staying at home, because I always ran after time every morning.

I realized very well, with the salary I got, I could not possibly have the car.

But I just want to have a dream, that maybe, someday, I don't know when, I can have one of those luxury cars.

Jakarta made me a dream.

I even began to dream, what it was like to live in one of the apartment units across from my office.

I then chose to hang out more with miss alice.

I'm trying to get more science, which I can dig out of miss alice.

It's just that my association with miss alice made me crave luxury.

I went from being a quiet girl to a girl full of ambition.

I also signed a one-year contract immediately after my three-month probation.

My decision made my relationship with dimas worse.

Dimas was angry because I reneged on my promise to go home after three months.

I just kept quiet, and accepted all the rage.

The ambition that was imprinted on my mind, made me not listen to a single word that was spoken.

I also told my family that I chose to continue working in Jakarta.

Alan was angry, mother was sad too, but father tried to support me.

The association I had with my office person, made me let my relationship with dimas get worse.

Dimas rarely contacted me.

All of that was compounded by the loss of my blackberry.

That morning I went to the office from my home, and chose to use the train.

When I was going to Alfamart on the second floor of the Sudirman station, one of the passengers told me that my bag had been torn.

I then looked at my bag, and I was surprised to see that the entire contents of my bag were gone without me noticing.

Since I didn't have enough time to go to graphari, to take care of my phone number, I then changed my phone number, the same time I bought a new phone.

From that day on, I lost my communication with dimas.

In addition, I also began to rarely go to nia's house, and chose to spend my time off by going with my office friends.

I was lulled by the luxury that Jakarta offered, even so, I did not let Jakarta take the dimas from my heart.

My love is still intact, and neatly wrapped in my heart to be dimas.

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