Not Glass Cans

1. New Glasses

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Prude!!!

The sound of broken glass on the floor made me look up to see it. Maybe I was too presumptuous, among the line of helpers, whom I like to call lackeys, only I dared to look directly at the broken glass perpetrator. Our pretentious big boss is in charge of his money, but that's the truth. The lackeys are afraid of the money. So do I.

"Heh, you!"

Uh, the big boss pointed at me with his powerful style, like pointing at a harem to accompany him to make love. I don't like it, his style is disrespectful. But what can be done, money makes it powerful.

I also approached, looking at his dark brown eyes with recklessness. The big boss looked down on me dislikefully. A fearful sigh came suddenly beyond my control. After all, I am a new kid aka new lackey. So, it is mandatory for me to remember the ethics that exist. My head lowered, I stared at the end of his shiny black shoes, waiting for the boss's next move.

"Clean!"

Immediately I grabbed the dry tissue on his desk, picked it up and cleaned it with a quick motion my fingers. Until everything is clean, I don't understand, why this porcelain glass fell to the floor. I don't know the chronology, Caloku drove slow here. I was told to just enter the ranks of the lackeys who were having morning apples.

What I expected, the bright yellow and handsome man was my boss. The shiny black shoes began to move away. The lackeys breathed a sigh of relief, as did I. Immediately I dumped a wad of tissue containing porcelain shards into the nearest garbage basket with me.

I returned to my disbanded line. The disbanded line has returned to their positions according to their respective work jobs. I'm the only one who looks over here without any activity.

The man who brought me here has gone nowhere. Without handover and accept clear work jobs like them. My senior lackeys don't care about my whereabouts.

A tall woman with a big thumbs up approached me. Face's pustular. His hair was black, straight stiff not shining, it seemed to have been a long time past the time of rebonding again. There are three reasons why it is too late. Between the pity out of money, lazy and busy. Try asking yourself in your heart, what is the reason?!

"Dindania Elshe?! Is that you?!"

Oops! I often see that kind of speech from the television in my bedroom. Logat Batak tribe, in North Sumatra. I like hearing it!

I nodded in succession many times to be more convincing.Give me a piece of paper, a covenant. I read carefully, I don't want to be involved in human trafficking terms. So I have to be on standby, instinct carefully I stick wherever I am.

The contents of this paper I make sure sound safe, this is the guarantee of my work contract during my six-month internship, my trial time here. If my work is memorable and I am interested, I can be extended by the stiff-haired woman. Without hesitation, I smeared my signature on the piece of stamp duty, which was fixed in the bottom corner of the paper.

The woman took my paper and glanced at me a little. It might feel weird about my appearance not slacking at all. I don't care, it's my choice. Happy or not, it's my business and yours.

"Trainer! Come here!!!"

His voice was shrill not only big, but hoarse as well as a man. A middle-aged woman named Ratih walked up to us. Slightly glanced at me lazily, I was also lazy to look at him, his dislike for me was so easy to read from his face.

"Bring this new thing, beat it to its own accord!"

Ish, what do you mean the big lady said so about me, but here there is ospek, like a college boy. Old age, secretly an obsession to be a student. His voice is so big there is no subtlety, the soul of children!

Ratih invited me just by glancing at me. Looks like I have high telepathic power with him. Without him talking, I know what he wants.

I follow her steps casually. Trainer was standing right in front of a large dirty room. This room is alone and separated in the back corner, close to the fish pond that also looks dirty.

He gave me the key to that room. Just one, no duplicates. I intend to double it to a dozen. Just in case you forget one, there will be many replacements. Like a pentule needle, a pin or a hair tie, which I will spend in time. Without a carcass of a seed. My mom likes to be noisy about this.

I opened the room, pretty good but covered in thick dust. Before my cleaning spirit waned, I immediately put all my energy into the meatball solo in my new room. Not long ago, this room has become an open residential-style suite that is familiar with the environment. The mini fish pond was indeed fitting in front of my new room.

My body feels very dirty, dust stuck here and there.I soon release all my attributes. My round hat, my glasses and my hair loop. The bangs were almost eye-piercing, I opened and I clamped neatly behind my forehead.

In the bathroom that I had also cleaned myself to be shiny, I glazed on the mirror attached to the wall. I looked at my face that went back to the original. My super pretty face, which often troubles me. My mom said my systemew face had no benefit at all. Because at my age, I have no interest in marriage.

My real name is Elshe Dindania I am 24 years old, single and certainly still an original virgin, because I have never dated. I have a 29-year-old sister, Salsa Kandania, a given name from my mother as well. My sister is so beautiful, for me there is no woman more beautiful than my brother. But many people say, I'm actually more beautiful than my sister.

Actually only my appearance is tomboyish, while my soul is a real feminine female soul. I'm a hobby up and down the mountain and out into the woods. My mother said my hobby was completely useless, dangerous and even troublesome if I disappeared at any time while climbing. In fact, I have learned everything from my hobby, which is actually hidden by the great people there.

My father's gone, so the last hundred of me were orphans three years ago. Although orphaned, I have never been loved or cared for in any form. But then there were many applications from relatives and acquaintances of my father, who were interested in marrying me.

That's why I'm here, taking on the lackey profession of my choice. Wishing a temporary comfort from my escape. Due to excessive dizziness on the demands of my mother who wants a new daughter-in-law.

And Juanlah is the new daughter-in-law of my mother. The son of the mayor in Malang, the city where I was born and lived. Juan was too aggressive to memepet me, by directly proposing to my mother. This is the whip for me to vanish from my mother's house.

I have sailed to Batam island according to my ticket. Capital savings money that is not how much, the results collected from the salary of private tutoring that I worked a year ago. As my last profession before fleeing to Batam, in this Riau archipelago.