STEVA'S PASSION

WILL WORK

'Ciiittt.'

A car stopped in front of Steva.

"Do you need help, miss?" a man sitting in the steering wheel spoke to Steva after the windshield of her car door opened.

"Don't you?" steva shouted, like a blessing behind the disaster, God was kind enough to bring together two people who had been close friends during high school.

Afnan, a male taxi driver, suddenly sees his old high school friend who has never met. What a pleasant surprise.

"Why are you Stev, over there? It's late, sitting on the sidewalk alone, wearing such clothes again" Afnan commented on the appearance of his pagemate? Well, Steva was just wearing a big black suit with no subordinates.

Of course Steva was just silent, he did not know what to answer all the questions that Afnan threw at him, Steva also could not suddenly tell all his unfortunate fate, what else on the old friend he just met again.

"Well, come on in, I'll take you home!" yelling Afnan opened the seat door next to him.

"I don't have the money to pay for your tax service" Steva said honestly, seeing the car his friend was driving was an accommodation for him to work for a living.

"That's it, it's okay, let's go inside."

Steva finally got up from her seat, stood up and walked on her tiptoes into Afnan's taxi.

'Shelf.' the sound of the car door that Steva closed.

In Afnan's heart continued to mention, the beautiful part of two mountains of women belonging to Steva was challenging as tempting as Afnan's faith.

'Remember the little boy at home, Af. Do not be tempted, this is just a test.' Inner Afnan who occasionally glances at the twin mountain mounds Steva that do look so clear.

Afnan drives his taxi at moderate speed, the road is quite quiet. He prefers to drive in a relaxed mode. He also wants to go home.

"Your legs are injured?" afnan asked after seeing Steva grimacing at his feet.

"Hmm,,," Steva nodded.

"On the dashboard there is a hansaplas bandage if not wrong, try to open it!" said Afnan who focuses on looking straight ahead driving his car.

Steva opened the dashboard, and sure enough, there was a box of hansaplas there. Steva took some for him to stick close his not-so-serious wound.

"Where is your house?"

Steva was confused as to what to answer, he now no longer had a place to live, a drop of tears escaped, quickly Steva wiped the clear circle, and Afnan saw it.

"What's Stev? Do you have a problem? Just story," Afnan is a good friend, when in high school he used to be famous as a person who likes to help his friends, until often his kindness is used by others who are not careful. Afnan continued to focus on looking ahead at the straight streets, as Steva began to open her voice.

"I don't have a place to stay, you can drop me off here" said Steva, who was not voiced by Afnan. The man frowned and turned to Steva for a moment.

"You got a problem? Stupid, why do I still ask, your current situation is like this, yes obviously you have a problem, huufftt...." Afnan breathed a rough breath. Steva looked away at the glass door of the car, as if she were watching a scene out there that she had not noticed at all.

"Haahh, tell you what, if you don't want a story, that's okay, it's your personal matter and your right also if you don't want a story, I have to go home now, but I can't possibly take you home to my house, I can die hanging my bin if he sees me bringing home a beautiful and sexy woman like you," Afnan told Steva.

"Are you married?" ask Steva.

"He em, my wife is beautiful, but that's why, presumably for mercy, I also have two children, one girl and one boy," Afnan told me a little about his family life.

"What if you stay with Asha? At his boarding?" haggar Afnan.

"Asha?"

"He em, you still remember him, right?" ask Afnan.

Asha is Afnan's sister who has lived independently, he was forced to leave the inheritance home of his parents who live in Afnan with his wife and children, the relationship is not well established. There was always something that sparked a commotion among them, even if it was only as small as a berry seed.

"Who does Asha live in the same room?" Steva wanted to make sure first, rather she did not want Asha Afnan's sister to live with her husband or boyfriend, maybe.

"Yourself." replied Afnan casually.

Afnan then continued his story about Asha, the girl who was 2 years younger than him had come out of the house and chose to live alone in a boarding house, she works as a maid in a luxury house in the elite downtown area.

Departing work at 7 and returning home at 4 pm, although only working as a maid, but the salary he received was above the nominal earned by UMR workers.

"Sir Steva, how can she be like this?" tanya Asha looked at Steva's rather apprehensive appearance. Afnan escorted Steva to Asha's boarding house, and now the three of them were sitting on the floor of Asha's room. Steva was silent, she was still not ready to open her voice telling anything about her past life story.

"Don't need to be asked strangely, justin Kak Steva rest first, oh yeah, lend Kak Steva your clothes first huh, Sha?" said Afnan who immediately got a nod from Asha. Steva smiled sweetly at the girl.

From inside Steva could see the brothers who seemed to be chatting for a moment before finally Afnan got into his taxi and drove away.

Steva came out of the bathroom, she had been wearing Asha's shirt, a t-shirt and pantsuit. A little small for Steva who is taller and larger chest size than Asha's. But it does not matter, the important thing today is Steva can still wear sheets of cloth and not long.

Steva and Asha lying next to each other share the same spring bad. At first Steva felt awkward, of course, she felt embarrassed to have been a burden on people she hadn't seen for a long time, met under these circumstances, but Steva was quite grateful, she said, and he promised never to forget the kindness of Afnan and Asha who had reached out to help himself in a state of decline like today.

"Sir Steva really why the hell? Honestly Asha really kepo, but said Kak Afnan earlier Asha should not ask anything if not Kak Steva himself who wants to tell the story," seloroh Asha who stared at the ceiling of his room is white.

"I'm sorry, Sha? Stev hasn't been able to tell you anything at all for now, but Stev's really grateful to both of you who are willing to help Stev's brother in his current situation," steva replied, who was also staring straight at the ceiling of Asha's room.

Asha nodded in understanding.

"Emm? If Stev doesn't have a place to live, does Stev have a job?" asha's question was answered with a headband by Steva.

"Good!" asha cried up and faced Steva, as Steva frowned, she did not understand what Asha meant. Not having a job, he cheered well.

"Working in Asha's place, Lord Asha needs a servant to be his personal servant" cried Asha who attracted Steva's attention, he also woke up and sat cross-legged facing Asha.

"Really, Sha?" steva asked enthusiastically, and Asha nodded a few times with a wide smile.

"Yes, Brother. The work is actually easy, just take care of the needs of the big Master in the morning and go home from the office, but that's it, many are not at home because he is a little fierce," asha explained about the job she offered.

Steva stared at Asha as if asking for a more detailed explanation. And Asha smiled at the horse's grin revealing a row of clean and neat teeth.

"He he he, actually not a little fierce, brother. Ferocious. He was also blind, and his face was ugly, part of his face was broken."

'*Glek*.'

Steva imagined the figure of the great Lord Asha told him about. Scary picture. But Steva really needs a job right now.

'*Have it, just try it first*.'

"Ok, tomorrow Kak Steva will come to propose!"

"Good!"

The spirit of the rupiah fighters is just to connect life, work hard not to get rich. Especially just stylish.

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