MY SUNFLOWER

First Job

...🌻Happy Reading🌻...

Stela woke up when the alarm on her phone was annoying, with her eyes still closed, she grabbed the phone and turned off the alarm.

8.30 Hours of time shown by the screen on his phone. Stela immediately sat down and rubbed her eyes which were actually still very heavy to open. Just imagine, the woman who is now sleeping fast next to him is not stopping to tell stories all night. Not until what time, Stela did not know for sure, which is clear she had fallen asleep when Jovanka was still chattering about her miserable love life.

Stela hurriedly cleaned herself up, she was already late making breakfast.

.......

Several dishes were served at the dinner table, Vanka and Tristan came out of the room together. If the young man came out in a neat state, then another with the woman, Vanka came out with disheveled hair, a swollen face and a mouth that did not stop yawning.

Stela smiled amusedly at Vanka's appearance, while Tristan immediately looked at her sharply.

"Can't you clean yourself up first, Jo? Your appearance is ruining the view!" tristan protests.

"Yes-yes..." Vanka nodded with his hands unceasingly rubbing his eyes. The woman returned to Stela's room.

After finishing serving food for breakfast, Stela stepped into her room while carrying Vanka clothes that she had washed yesterday.

The room is empty and that means Vanka is in the bathroom. Stela knocked on the bathroom door and heard her voice coming from inside.

"Sister Jo, I put your clothes on the bed" Stela said quite loudly.

"Yes, thank you very much, Stel. And again, don't call me Jo, but Vanka!" vanka shouted from the bathroom.

"Yes..," said Stela. "He also calls me Stel, what is Stel? Pastels?" Stela giggled amusedly then left the room.

.......

Tristan and Stela did not eat immediately, they waited for Vanka while enjoying a cup of tea and snacks.

"You haven't had breakfast?" ask Vanka who comes with a fresh appearance is also neat.

"Waiting for you" replied Tristan.

"Yes, we have breakfast now" Stela asked.

They sit at the dinner table and immediately eat the dishes that have been served.

"Wahh.. This food is so delicious!" praise Vanka as her mouth tries Stela's cooking for the first time.

"Thank you, brother," said Stela timidly. The more he received praise, the more excited Stela was to keep trying to serve the best food, that's what she was.

"You call him brother? But to me you call me names. By the way, how old are you?" Tristan asked Stela.

"Hmm, 20?" Answer Stela.

"Why isn't your tone sure? Are you really twenty?" Tristan looked at Stela full of probes.

"L-yes..."

"That means you have to call me brother, or you can, too" Tristan said.

Vanka laughs. "Mass? You're not a Javanese, why call me a mas? The appropriate call is 'branch', you are a native Jakarta person" explained Vanka.

"As far as he is..." Tristan looked at Stela.

Westerners usually only call names, the proof, Stela just mention names to call her two brothers. However, if in Indonesia, calling names only to older people seems impolite. So, "Hmm, brother Tristan?" stela.

"May also." Tristan smile. This time someone called him brother.

Vanka giggles. "It's lucky that you, Tan, get to enjoy a good meal every day" Vanka teased. The young man who was seduced was silent, too enjoying the food before him to be lazy to return the temptation.

"Ck." Vanka clucked upset because he was ignored by his best friend. He has experienced it often but every time it happens it still feels annoying.

"Stel, how much did Tristan teach you for all this?" now Vanka chose to ask the girl next to him.

"E-eehh?" stela's response made Vanka cringe. Stela was confused as to what to answer. What he has to say is that the payment for his work is to stay in this apartment.

"Don't you not get paid?" guess Vanka.

"Can you shut up during the meal, Jo. From now on you chatter," said Tristan.

"Sorry.." Vanka kept silent and continued eating. Afraid that the host is angry that he doesn't comply.

Stela chuckled softly. "The story is long Brother Jo," replied Stela.

"Next time you tell me, huh? Last night you wanted to hear my complaints, later I will listen to your story," said Vanka spirit.

"Ekhem.." Tristan's dehemence makes Vanka quiet. He went back to eating his food with a sullen face.

Again Stela just chuckled a little watching the two friends interact. He is grateful, in this country there are still good people and care for foreigners like him.

.......

The house is tidy, Tristan and Vanka are gone. They went together to the agency office to work. Stela is also getting ready, today she will start looking for work. It's not good to have to trouble Tristan for much longer.

Stela walked around every corner of Jakarta, stopping once in a while when she arrived at a store, hoping to find work for her. Without a diploma Stela can work, best yes only as a waiter, shopkeeper or the like.

Arriving at a florist, Stela paused for a moment. He looked at the flowers in front of the store. Seeing these flowers, Stela missed her mother. At home, he often helped his mother garden. They have flower gardens on the right and left side of the mansion. Each time the flowers bloomed, Stela would be asked to pick them and the mother would teach her to string the flowers which would later be placed in a vase and displayed in every corner of the mansion. As a natural room.

Stela peeked into the store, looking crowded with many visitors who order flower arrangements.

"It looks like it's the best-selling florist here" he murmured. His feet began to step in, he was very curious.

Inside, Stela saw some people in line, there were only two people serving orders and they looked very overwhelmed. Moreover, one of them is containing large and his face implies a clear feeling of fatigue. Stela could not bear, he approached the woman who was arranging the flowers, although her behavior a little presumptuous but still he did. He can't bear to see it. Up next to the woman who is not yet aware of her existence, Stela said, "Sorry, if you don't mind can I help. You look so tired."

The woman in question turned her head at the origin of the sound, a little surprised to see someone foreign already standing nearby. He watched for a moment with a judging look. "Can you arrange flowers?" ask the blonde woman tied to the pony tail.

"Yes" Stela replied without hesitation.

"All right, thank you." The woman handed over her unfinished work to Stela.

With Stela doing her job, she arranges flowers and also makes how many bouquets according to customer orders.

The pregnant woman chose to sit on the chair in the store. He stroked his big belly darling while paying attention to the workings of the Stela. He smiled with satisfaction as he saw the amazing work of the foreign girl.

Half an hour passed, the originally crowded shop was now starting to quiet down. One by one the customers have gone with faces decorated with satisfied smiles because the order has been obtained.

Stela and the one servant who worked with her earlier immediately breathed a sigh of relief once all the customers had left.

The beautiful crossbreed girl walked out of the counter about to leave the store because her job was done but the voice of a woman stopped her. The stela that had reached the exit, turned to face the pregnant woman who was now walking towards him.

"Wait a minute!" The woman was already standing before Stela, her face grimacing slightly as her stomach cramped.

"Are you okay?" stela asked worriedly.

"I'm fine" he replied limply. "Oh yes, thank you very much for helping. It's a little sustenance for you." the woman handed Stela some money.

Stela was tempted to look at the money, however, at this time she really needed the money, but considering that her intention was only to help so Stela chose to reject it.

"Thank you in advance, but I help you sincerely." Stela tried to resist in a subtle way so as not to offend her interlocutor.

"Take it!" the woman keeps putting her money on Stela. "Your job is very good, just think of this money as a thank you for helping" he said

Stela was beginning to worry, she became unwell to refuse. Just as he was about to reach for the money in front of him, it immediately fell to the floor, followed by a groaning sound of pain in the woman.

"You why?" Stela immediately approached the woman who was moaning in pain.

"My stomach is a little cramped, can you please help me sit down?" door limp. Without thinking for a long time, Stela immediately greeted the woman with the help of the shopkeeper who was there.

After sitting down, the woman exhaled her breath many times. Stela helps by rubbing her distended stomach, whether it affects it or not but still she does. Before long a glass of water came, the waiter took it. A glass of water was in the toilet and the woman was able to breathe a sigh of relief, perhaps the cramps in her stomach had reduced.

"Yes, thank you."

"Thank God..." Stela was relieved to hear it.

A few minutes later someone entered the store, a handsome man in a full suit. Stela thought it was a customer but it turned out that the man had come to the pregnant woman instead.

"Darling..., what's wrong with you?" now that the man was crouching before the woman, his face was very worried. Guess what, that man is the woman's husband.

"I'm fine baby, just my stomach is a little crampy" replied the woman.

Stela who felt like a bully chose to get up from the chair she was sitting in, she slightly stood away. The man then stood up from his squat and sat right where Stela had been sitting.

"I told you, don't be too tired. Your pregnancy is already big, you should rest more, "pinta the husband.

"Yes, I just haven't found a new waitress to help with Yuli's work at this store" the woman said.

"Well, I'll make a locker and put it in front" said the husband.

Stela who heard the talk instantly got a breath of fresh air. He needed a job and now in front of his eyes there was work waiting, so he had to move quickly.

"Master, Madam." Stela's voice broke the focus of the three people there, all of them staring at Stela together.

"Sa-I need a job, if I'm allowed to work here?" pinta Stela is polite.

"Yes. You're welcome," replied the woman unraveled the pony tail without a second thought. He saw Stela's work and was impressed. So there's no reason not to accept it.

"So I can work here?" ask Stela to make sure.

"Yes. You can start working today"

"Thank you very much.. hm..." Stela was silent for a while, she did not know the name of the woman who would be her boss.

"Larisa Hemachandra, just call me Risa. I am the owner of this florist and introduce this handsome man beside me is my husband, Aryandra Hemachandra." The woman introduced herself and was also the only man who was there.

"Ah thank you very much, Mrs Risa."

"Risa alone, let it be more familiar," Pinta Risa while smiling kindly.

"Okay, Risa's sister." Stela added the word 'Sister' because she felt the pregnant woman was older than her.

"Oh yes, may I see your identity card!" Pinta Risa's.

Stela took it from the bag and walked over to Risa and handed it over.

"Stela Putri Atmajaya. "he spelled the name listed there. "Your age is 20?" ask Risa later.

"A-ah, i-iya," Stela replied nervously. It was actually a fake identity card that Carly had prepared. There Stela lists if she is 20 years old when she is actually 17 years old. According to him, that age is still relatively young to be able to live alone in the country of people.

"You're younger than me" said Risa, he handed the card back to Stela. "alright. You can already work and yes, there is an apron that you can use," pointed Risa at a small closet near the counter.

Stela nodded and started to work.

...🌺 🌺 🌺...

Tristan, accompanied by Jovanka, has signed a contract with Ivana . The shooting schedule will be held in a week.

They both just came out of the room Jovanka discussing about the shooting schedule, in front of the door was already standing a man with a neat appearance ala-ala CEO. He is a CEO, his name is Sagara.

Finding the figure of the lover who had hurt his heart made Vanka immediately surly. Earlier this morning his mood was fine but now it changed when he saw the man in front of him.

"Darling.." call Gara.

"Tan, I'm hungry." said Vanka. "We'll have lunch first, okay?" pinta the woman to the man beside her without caring Gara who called and looked at her still with a guilty look.

"Come on!" answer Vanka.

The two of them left Gara who was still standing mamatung in his place. "What do I have to do so that you will forgive me, Van.." he murmured.

.......

Tristan and Jovanka are in a restaurant not far from the agency building.

"Why don't you ignore it? Poor him, don't you see his face so sad?" tanya Tristan opened the conversation because from now on Vanka just silent with a tangled face.

"I'm still disappointed in him" replied Jovanka.

"When are you like this? If indeed the relationship can not be maintained anymore yes already.end it."

"But I still love her so much." Jovanka's eyes were back in tears.

"Yes, just talk about it in a good way."

"Yes, later. Now that I can't see his face, the betrayal he's committed is always on my face."

"Suach to you!"

Before long the waiter came and recorded their order.

.......

"Vanka?" while waiting for the food came a voice could be heard approaching Tristan and Jovanka's seat.

The short-spirited woman turned her head and found her fellow manager coming with her model.

"Oh, Fara.." said.

"Can we join you here?" ask the woman named Fara.

"certain."

Tenten sat down with his model.

"Good day, Tristan." It was not the voice of Fara, but the voice of a woman who had come with her. A beautiful woman with long brown ties who also works as a model.

"Hn, good afternoon." replied Tristan while watching the beautiful woman carefully, who was noticed could only look down embarrassed.

"It just so happens that we meet here, so we can discuss the issue of next week's photo shoot" Jovanka told the three people sitting with her.

"Of course, that's what I want to do, too." Fara.

True, Tristan and the model managed by Fara will work together in the wedding collection project Ivana Gunawan.

"This is the first time I've heard that Tristan wants to work with a female model" Fara said as she watched the handsome man in front of her, a hint of innuendo from her speech.

"Ah yes, maybe Tristan wants to try it" said Jovanka. "But if Vania, I've seen her doing frequent photoshoots with the opposite sex. There are even some poses that look very intimate, you are indeed very professional huh, Vania." Jovanka grinned at the bashful-looking brown-brown woman. In the heart of Jovanka grimly saw the song of Vania, plain pretentious when she often posed defiantly in front of the camera. "Basic two-faced," joked Jovanka.

"Thank you very much." said Vania nervous plus shy.

"Ah yes, same Vania." Jovanka smiled sweetly but in her heart she cursed. "I'm insinuating you shit, not praising you" her mind was upset.

Actually Jovanka does not like Fara and Vania too much, no matter what the reason, which is clear she does not like the two people. They often look face to face in front of superiors and Jovanka hates sycophants like them.

Jovanka turned to face Tristan who had no voice.

DEG

Jovanka's eyes glared as her eyes caught Tristan watching Vania intensely.

"Hopefully what I think is not true" he hoped inwardly.

...Seriate...