Sweet Scandals

Ch. 1

The sound of the children's voices was softened to each other. That morning, the dining table was like a market with traders and buyers haggling over each other. Some were banging the table, some were mocking each other, some were even about to go up to the table. It was really crowded, rowdy, when there were only ten small children. But the crowd has already beaten the market.

Such a scene is actually no stranger to the orphanage of Kasih Bunda. And the caretaker was used to their behavior. Because the one who runs the parlour is only Ms. Norma. With the help of a beautiful girl, who is actually also a resident of the orphanage.

"Peace everything ... The breakfast has arrived. Come on, sit tight. Otherwise, Brother Irene wouldn't have given you breakfast." Said a girl with a large tray containing breakfast for the orphanage children.

"Come on, kak, we're already very hungry." Cried a child among them with a clear face.

"Come Brother. Hungry for this." Get another child.

"alright. But, sit sweet and don't fuss." Irene's Word.

The children followed Irene's words. Sitting sweetly in each place, waiting for breakfast to be served.

With pleasure, Irene began serving their breakfast, fried rice and eggs. The breakfast menu is simple, yet filling.

After serving the children's breakfast at the home, Irene herself is now preparing to leave to scavenge the windfall, for her daily living expenses and to help the finances of the home. Although the results he got were only enough to eat everyday. But Irene never complained about the difficulties of life she lived. Still given enough health and fortune, Irene was very grateful.

"Tomorrow, let me prepare the children's breakfast. Too bad you're so late for work." Said Ms. Norma, the caretaker.

Irene had been living in the orphanage for 22 years. And Ms. Norma has been taking care of him since childhood. Irene used to call him Mother. Because to Irene, Ms. Norma is her mother.

"It's okay Mom. I'm used to this kind of work. After all, I've had enough trouble taking care of the kids. So, if it's just for breakfast, I can." Said Irene while tucking her long hair. Then spray a little perfume on her wrists and neck niche.

"Yes, Ren. You should also pay attention to your health condition. I just don't want you to get sick from exhaustion." Walking in Irene's footsteps out of her room.

"Just pray that I remain in good health. So I can help you meet the needs of the parlor. The money we get from citizen donations, from donors, it's not enough for children's needs. Although only a little, I want to help Mother meet the needs of the orphanage. Poor kids, Mom." Irene remained chuckle. He felt able to do anything to help Ms. Norma finance the needs of the children's home.

Not to mention, lately, landowners are asking them to move immediately. Because reportedly, the landowner where Kasih Bunda orphanage stands, will sell the land. And reportedly, on the land will be built a star hotel. Of course it makes them anxious. They don't know where to move. And after all, they didn't have enough money to rent a new place.

And if they still want to stay in that place, they have to pay at twice the price offered by prospective land buyers.

Irene didn't want that to happen. For that he is willing to work hard, slam bones day and night, in order to collect the coffers of money to connect life.

"I'll go first, Mom." Pamit Irene then walked out of the house. Stand in front of the fence, waiting for a ride.

Not long after, the ride came. Irene rushed on the city transport to her workplace.

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Super Clean Laundry, Irene's workplace. Open from 08.00 am to 22.00 pm, at night. And Irene was the only employee who worked all day, out of the four Laundry employees.

Like yesterday, Irene was ten minutes late today. And of course it invites a scathing scolding from Marta, the owner of Laundry.

"Once again you're late, not just your salary that I cut, but you'll fire me." Omel Marta's. The unforgiving owner of Laundry.

Not steel-hearted Irene, but this was the only job she could get after painstakingly searching here and there.

"Sorry, Mom." Said Irene briefly with a downcast face.

"Don't call me 'Mom'. I'm not that old. Just call me Mommy." Marta Protest. Which is not as old as complex mothers. You could say, aunty. Aunty who really idolizes an actor who is on the rise at this time. A handsome actor who is considered by many women. What her name is, Irene doesn't know. And don't want to know. Because for him the most important thing is his life and the children's home.

"Yes, Mommy."

"Yes already, there, a lot of laundry. Later that afternoon you deliver clothes to Olive Galery. Remember, don't let your clothes get damaged. Because it's the clothes of a famous designer."

"Good, Mommy." Obedient Irene who now raised her face, looked at Marta.

"Do your duty well. No one bothers." Then waltzed into his room while muttering, "the drama Axelle will soon air. I don't want to miss it. My axelle ... I am coming ..."

Irene took a deep breath. It felt good if the Maleficent was locked back in his room. At least Irene wouldn't look at her cruel look for a moment. Oh, my God, is that Marta?

"Lega to Ren? It feels right here, adem." Said Tari while stroking her chest. Dance was one of Irene's coworkers.

"Not just there, but here too, plong." Reply Irene while scraping her ears.

"Just got Laundry, presumably for mercy."

"Teach Tar. He's the boss. Obviously he doesn't want to lose."

"Yes, let's get the job started. Uh, I'm going to hang out with Olive Galery in the afternoon?" Tawar Dance. Both of them walked into the washing machine room.

"Can. Just so you don't mind."

"It's with pleasure, Ren. Who knows, there I'll see Axelle." Dari's face looked bright when she mentioned Axelle's name.

"Are you a colot or what the hell, Ren? Axelle's time you don't know. That's loh, Ren ... Axelle, the ngetop artist."

"Unacquainted. Heard his name often, but his face had never been seen."

"Oh my goodness Ren ... This is Axelle ..." While taking his phone. Then start looking for photos of Axelle from the homepage of her social media account.

"Now, Ren, Axelle. You look carefully. Super cool the guy. Very handsome Ren."

But Irene ignored Dance. He prefers to start busying himself with the laundry that piles up, rather than just glancing at photos of Axelle.

"Start dance work. What if Mami ngomel again? Want to get fired?" Irene Shouts.

"Your father ah Ren. Axelle's time you don't know. Look at the picture. Cute right?" Dance raised her phone to show Irene a photo of Axelle.

"You want whatever he is, free. He can never be yours. After all, how could such a top artist fall in love with such a lowly girl like us."

"What's wrong with being a fan. Just admiring it, can't it?"

"As far as you. But if it were me, it would be a loss to admire someone like that."

"You don't know Axelle yet, so you can talk like that. The guy's good. I've been to a fan meeting. He's a friendly man." Bela Tari does not want Irene to underestimate her idol.

"Pregnancy may be Tar. After all, how willing they are to be known badly by their fans."

"As far as you are, Ren." With a sullen face, Dance walked over to Irene who was getting busy with her work. Dari simply reviewed her smile seeing the behavior of her coworkers.

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With a pink matic scooter, under the scorching sun that felt so stinging, Irene and Tari drove at an average speed to their destination, Olive Galery. That said, the owner of the gallery was a famous designer. Anyone would have heard of Olivia Rajendra. Famous designers whose designs are in great demand among the top, including famous artists. One of them, says Tari, is Axelle. I don't know who Axelle is, Irene doesn't want to know.

Arrive in front of Olive Galery. Irene parked her mat scooter. In the boncegan, Dance down carefully. Because in his hands, hang a famous designer dress. Like Marta's message, don't let the dress be damaged, dirty, or anything like that can damage the expensive dress.

"Here Tar. Let me take it." Pinta Irene while extending her hand was about to grab the dress from Dance's hand.

"Be careful, Ren. Can we get fired if the dress breaks." Dance said as soon as her dress had changed hands.

"Yes, just calm down. It's been very careful, though."

Together, they started to step in. It was true, the gallery belonged to a famous designer. The dresses displayed in the gallery alone look luxurious at a fantastic price.

Irene and Tari even had to chuckle in amazement several times looking at the contents of the gallery. Amidst his admiration for the gallery. Suddenly just ...

Bugh

"Aw!" Screeched Irene. Along with that, the dress in her hand came off. Free fall touches the floor.

"Sorry, sorry. I was not intentional." Irene said as she began to bow, about to pick up the dress.

Sreeets

Torn sounds rang out as Irene picked up the dress.

"Oh my god. Die me." Irene screeched once more as she found the dress torn on the bottom.

"Geez, Ren ... End our history. We're gonna get fired by Ren." Anxious Dance with a frightened face. But Tari's anxious face changed instantly, as her eyes fell on the figure standing before them at this moment.

"A_A_A ..." Stuttering dance, with perfectly wide eyes.

Different from Irene. He was actually upset, because the figure standing in front of them at this time was the one who made the dress torn. The person stepped on the end of the dress, until the moment Irene lifted the dress, there was a sound of tearing at the same time.

"Next time watch your path carefully." Say that figure casually.

Irene averted her gaze, looking annoyed at the figure of the tall, strapping, white man, who was standing before her at this moment. The man was wearing sunglasses. So, just what kind of way the man looked at her, Irene had no idea.

"Axis ..." Strangled Dance suddenly with a stifled voice.

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