PARALYZED MASTER'S NANNY
43 - Failed and rejected
Raya
Again and again his job application was rejected. Though it should be, by capitalizing on the diploma he has and some certificates of expertise, all the work he seeks will be very easy to get.
His interview, always ends with a cynical look or a small innuendo that links him to the case of corruption of the father.
Mama did always strengthen him, although she also knew that Mama also harbored sadness due to her repeated failures and it was caused by the same thing.
Is there not a single company or office that only looks at its capabilities? Not disturbing the background?
It seems difficult, because everyone wants to create a good corporate image and not be polluted just because of one person like him.
In fact, it could be that their company also did the KKN act as alleged to his father. It's just, the person who did it has not seen the surface.
Today, he felt reluctant to return to apply for a job, not because of laziness that attacked, but because he was pessimistic before starting.
So to fill the void of the day, he chose to clean the house, brush the bathroom, and pull the grass in the house that is not too big.
"Raya, why are you doing all that work, son?" His mother was surprised to see his overzealous attitude.
"Raya doesn't know what to do, Ma. Instead of daydreaming." he answered randomly.
Mama let him sweep, wipe the windows and mop, but as he wanted to brush the bathroom, Mama grabbed his shoulder and shook his head in a disapproving gesture.
"Tomorrow, yes, don't do it all today" Mama said.
For some reason his eyes became teary, even though he lived independently for many years, indeed he never did this kind of thing.
It felt like he wanted to cry, not because he was lamenting his fate, but because of a piece of feeling he actually wanted to forget through his busy activities today.
Why does it feel so cramped?
"Raya, are you okay?" Mama cupped her face and looked into her eyes deeply.
Actually he wanted to hide his sadness from Mama even though he knew it was difficult, but his tears at this time could not be invited to compromise because they suddenly dripped just in front of Mama.
"Patience, yes, son. Our lives are being tested" Mama hugged him. Mama does not know the truth is not because of the fate of life that makes it this fragile, but because of her sudden feelings of longing for someone.
He was slumped on the mother's shoulder. He was sincere with the problems that plagued his family, he was sure and believed all this would pass. But his heart is longing? He was not sure it would recover quickly.
He did not know how to control his stifling feelings. He did not know how to treat his disfigured heart because it forced the feeling to disappear instantly. He did not know what else to do, because now he realized, his new feelings want to grow, must be forced to wither before developing.
How's things? Is it since my departure that their household is back okay?
He realized that now he had to fight alone, recovering his wounds that were suddenly torn apart.
It's his fault, why from the beginning should put your heart on. He could not even name the man because it would stifle him even more.
He knew and he had heard the man say about his feelings, that the man admitted to liking him. But, like that there are many versions. And the fondest words he had heard from the man's mouth, he didn't know which version?
Likes in the sense of being interested.
Liked in the sense of pleasure.
Or to like just because of a momentary togetherness.
I don't know, there are so many definitions of liking and he doesn't know which guy puts it in which sense.
"Papa's trial will continue tomorrow, how about we go to court?" mama's proposal that still thinks she is crying over Papa's current situation.
He wiped away the tears then nodded languidly.
"Already, already.hopefully this is all done quickly. Papa is strong, we also have to be strong and pray Papa continues." said Mama rubbed her shoulders that still vibrate because of crying.
"Yes, Ma." she answered briefly.
Then he went back into the bathroom.
"Eh, what are you doing? Mama said tomorrow just brush the bathroom" said Mama wonder.
"Tomorrow to go to court" he answered still in a hoarse voice.
"OK, but Raya wants siramin plants outside the house, yes, Ma." he replied and Mama nodded.
So, lifted water in a barrel-shaped container knee-high, then placed in a small garden in front of the house.
He also began to busy himself, watering plants that had existed since his move to the house. Hoping that the activity could make him forget about his old activities that had become a caregiver, a caregiver of the man, who had not since when to withdraw his attention.
In the small garden there is a large bonsai plant in the middle, then on the left-right side there are other plants that grow a lot around the bonsai. He watered it slowly. Then start to move to the side of the guardrail which is overgrown by other plants in medium pots to small pots.
I don't know who planted this plant, but this activity is enough to make him happy.
Until one sound managed to make him stop the activity for a moment.
"Hi, you took this house, huh?" A woman's voice sounded friendly.
He looked at the face of the owner of the voice. They are separated by a wall that is only as high as an adult's chest, the wall is a barrier between one house with another house.
He smiled at the young lady who was also smiling at him.
"Yes, I've only been here a week" he replied kindly.
"Oh," the woman was a beard. Then get closer to the wall of the barrier, then extend a hand. "I, Niken" said the woman introducing herself.
He welcomed the hand of the woman named Niken. "Raya" he answered.
"I'm sorry I just introduced myself, I'm so busy. Just returned from out of town too so do not know there are new neighbors," said Niken.
He nodded. "Mama and I thought the house next door was empty" he replied.
Niken giggled, then they chatted lightly after he gave access for Niken to visit the terrace of his house.
Niken fast socializing, they were familiar and told stories to each other in the wooden seat of the terrace house.
It turns out that Niken is a cafe entrepreneur who has several branches outside the city, which is what causes the young woman to be busy here and there.
"If you're busy now, Ray?" asked Niken who now asked him back, because since then Niken who explained about the woman's activities.
"I'm looking for work, anyway. But not yet." he replied soberly.
Niken nodded her head, the exotic-skinned woman smiled with her own thoughts.
"If you want, there's a job at my cafe. But where you might want to, yeah" said Niken chuckling.
"I want, as long as I can do it and of course still need your guidance" he replied quickly and crunchly.
Niken smiled knot. "So, in my cafe there is a kind of event every Saturday Sunday. Later there you can fill the event," explained Niken.
"Event?" his eyes flickered at Niken's explanation.
"Huum, can you sing, Ray? So you can fill the show with your voice. The salary is good. There's a fee too. It's kind of a side job every Saturday-Sunday doang, the rest you can double the work of others.so sort of freelance."
He scratched his own temple, up to Mama who came to bring them drinks and snacks.
"It was so exciting that the story until the new theme was not given a drink," said Mama interrupted suddenly, then presented everything she brought on the table.
"Thank you, Tant." said the friendly Niken.
"I thought it was your offer" she answered Niken and Mama looked at her face as if asking for an explanation.
"Niken nawarin Raya ngisi show so singer in his cafe, Ma" he said blatantly in front of Mama and Niken.
Mama smiled a little. "It doesn't matter, rather than daydreaming" Mama said.
Niken laughed, then grabbed a glass filled with orange juice and drank it, he became embarrassed himself because of Mama's words.
The presence of Niken in his home really makes his mood improve, besides having no close friends for a long time, Niken is indeed a friendly person and nothing. He was able to assess Niken's attitude quickly.
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