Not Glass Cans

115. Blue Taxi Guests

Mega building that was built in less than two months it has stood real and magnificent. It could probably be said ninety percent of the target had been reached. The ten percent is just finishing. Covers installation of lamps, painting, furniture and decoration arrangement. That's what Armand told me.

Means, my job is to supply food in the form of complete filling box rice, soon to be over. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow. Because, after the hotel is completed perfectly and ready to operate, the hotel building will be sterilized temporarily. Only then will it be completely opened and produced. While the hotel must have kitchen staff along with the chef. That's the connection Armand explained to me.

I looked at this man in front of me with a sense of uncertainty. There is disappointment, sadness and loss. But also relieved as well as the Armand mas feel. It's okay, I'm tired too. Without a day's vacation like they do. I don't even understand how Armand's mas manages their rest and sleep and so does he.

Poor thing, Armand and all the workers have tried hard and certainly very heavy. And that made Armand's mas satisfied and relieved, this was the first project he held. The development process went very smoothly and without significant obstacles.

Moreover, one that is highly conditioned by the Armand mas, lest any of its workers be wretched and fatal in the development process. Indeed, I also often hear news of work accident cases that resulted in fatalities. And such a thing must have an effect on comfort when the development process takes place.

I am happy, the development process is safe and conducive. Mas Armand is indeed competent, even though this is the first new field of work for him. Boss mas Armand did not wrongly entrust this heavy work to the right person, Mas Armand.

"If this hotel is operating, it will definitely need a lot of new workers huh, mas?" Armand stood away from me. The project foreman apparently was smoking. I just saw this guy smoking. Maybe his heart is wide. Or just the middle of a game?

"Yes, El. The new thing is a little complicated." The good foreman went back to smoking a cigarette very deeply while looking at me. It seems, the smoke he gets from smoking cigarettes is very delicious.

"Will Armand also take care of the recruitment problem?" There was something that I suddenly thought.

"No, El. It's none of my business anymore. Usually only HRD people will take care of it. But, it could be the big boss himself who will execute, usually for the important position will be chosen by himself." Mas Armand was indeed being relaxed at this moment. So he wants to have a casual chat with me. The description of Armand made me know a little, how the big boss works.

"Mas....Is there a vacancy for a guest job?" I looked at the face of Armand's cringing face staring at me.

"Are you interested in applying if there is a vacancy? Just the receptionist you want to try?" The sweet face of the man seriously looked at me.

"Yes, mas. That's it." Yes, I'm secretly obsessed and want to feel Sari's position. Welcoming and serving hotel guests. The others, I don't want a single bit. Better to be my mother's assistant. I admit, I just miss Sari.. Ah, Sari. You how are you?

"Alright,El. I'll ask the HRD of this hotel. But if there is a yes..." Armand's already smoking. Cigarette butts dropped on the floor, treaded**** with the tip of his project shoes.

"Thank you, mas. I'm waiting to hear from you." I stood up from my seat, a project chair that was proffered mas Arman.

"Together, El. I'll make sure you don't miss that news!" Mas Armand exclaimed as he re-entered the building and left me.

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This Sunday morning, my mother will send me to Sitiarjo village, Sumbermanjing Wetan in the south Malang area. To be exact, to Goa Beach is our main destination. Although far away, the number of orders that are quite a lot makes the mother kekeh take it.

Guess who will drive me? Yes.., mas Ninolah the GoCarku surrogate courier who was very close to mother, exceeded his closeness to me. Mom and Mas Nino had even exchanged messages behind my back.

The result of the reply message is now happening... Suddenly Nino came. With a nimble motion and without hesitation, my mother was excited to arrange the entire rice box filled the room of Nino's mas car. I was helpless to reject my mother's request.

That is, now I and mas Nino are on the way to the coast of Goa China in South Malang. There is a thanksgiving and gilding event for new members at the professional football club Malang, Arema Football Club.

Arema FC is a football club that has been included in the high caste of the national ball and as a mascot and pride typical of Malang. And for the 'Singo Edan' football club this is the purpose of my mother's box rice. Ah, crazy singo.so remember you. You're that crazy singo Garrick..

"Else...." Nino called me.

"Yes..Why, mas?" I looked at the handsome young doctor's face.

"We'll be here for a minute, El... Arema's son is sometimes infiltrated hard-liners. We just avoid things like that." I immediately nodded in understanding. Where there is a group, not infrequently there are riots in it later.

We headed to goa China. A small hidden cave located on a small island, above the coast of Goa China. Nicknamed the Chinese cave because in the cave, it was once used by a Chinese citizen to ascend to meet his death.

Although not satisfied to visit the beautiful beaches of Goa China, we must immediately end. The entire beach was filled with the men in dark blue costumes. There are women, but there are only a few.

On the way home after leaving the coast of Goa China, mas Nino veered to another beach. It was very easy, so clear and visible from the big road we passed. Bajul Beach is named after him.

We have been content to comb the shoreline and challenge the small waves that come crashing in the legs. Tired that we finally feel after playing satisfied in the beach water, we throw by sitting relaxed selonjor under a coconut tree far from the beach. Mas Nino had bought a young coconut that was so refreshing as I gulped through the straw I was sipping.

"El..."

"Is the naskot order in the Armand project complete?" While resting on the trunk of a coconut tree, Mas Nino asked looking at me.

"Is your work schedule delivering your mother's order very crowded?" Mas Nino turned the straw that stuck in his sheepdog.

"Lumayan relax, mas." Since the task of supplying boxed rice to the Armand mas project, my work is normal again.

"Say your mother, your school to the madman. Is that true, El ?" The closeness of the two of them is undeniable.

"Yes. Right. Why, my mother?" I looked inquisitively at Mas Nino. The man is fixing his seat. Now he has been sitting upright without a lean.

"How about working with me, El. So my assistant, are you interested?" Degs...Although mas Nino said it slowly, I still think a surprise.

"Example on my duties, why would you?" Just hurry up. So the assistant doctor..

"Very easy. Not hard, El. Just so you come, already." Mas Nino smiled warmly at me.

"On salary, how about ?" This is very important, of course I ask.

"One and a half times UMR Malang city. How, El..?" Mas Nino smiled back at me.

"The Nino offer is very interesting. Thank you, Mas Nino for giving me a job opportunity. But, please give me some time to think about it first, ma'am." The man finally nodded slowly.

I was suddenly worried. I think working as a doctor's assistant, who doesn't know what it's going to do, would be pretty interesting. At least I'll have some useful experience for me. This opportunity may not come twice. Given my three-choice diploma education is in finance and economics.

Just a day ago, I had entered my job application at the reception desk of my choice, through the Armand mas at the new hotel. Worried about choosing, between grabbing a Mas Nino offer that was clearly accepted, or trying my luck if-if only passed the selection by HRD at the new hotel. Ah, confused me...

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This time Mas Nino didn't return me at night. But after that, we have entered the Kacuk complex area. And soon I arrived in front of my mother's house.

Mas Nino stopped a car not right in front of my fence. There's a blue cab leaning right in front of my house. Whose taxi is that?

As usual, Mas Nino will always follow me to the terrace and sit there which then accompanied my mother. When I drive home at night.

Moreover, this is still classified as afternoon time. Mas Nino must have made the most of his time at my house. Let it be, there will be my mother who responds to it. I think my body is really tired. I want to rest.

My mother suddenly popped out of the door. Approaching me and speaking softly to me.

"The...Imu.. You have a nyari. Just came. Didn't tell him to go home first. Stickle waiting for you. Said your friend." My mother smiled broadly at Mas Nino after whispering to me.

"Who, buk? What kind of guy is a girl? I asked which house, what?" I also asked my mother. Although I think Mas Nino can still hear our conversation.

"The chuckle, Si. He said he came from far away... From Riau.. Who,Si..? You have any acquaintances from there? Did your friend wander in yesterday?" My mother whispered to me.

"I don't know, ma'am. I'll just look inside first.." Mother nodded. I took my feet to get into my house. And mas Nino was quick to follow me.

Who is my friend who came from Riau? What is Armand? He's from Riau... But Armand's got a car. Why is there a blue cab in front of my fence? Whom...Did she? Ah, there's no way she is!!!

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