The Adventures of the Goddess of the Night

CHAPTER 3

Today the sun is shining brightly, unlike my overcast heart. The clock shows at 9am. I was struggling in the room packing the things I was going to take with me to the next town, where I was going to work.

I took a few pieces of the shirt and pants and put them in my butut backpack. There's not a lot of stuff I'm carrying, because it's not the trip I want.

Today I am trying to make peace with my heart, accepting my current situation, that I am no longer a student. My grey white uniform and my proud pink black vocational uniform are now just my fondest memories, that I once had a bench called SMK. At least I've felt it for ten months.

A silver antelope stopped right in front of my house, ripping me out of my daydreams. I immediately rushed to check my luggage when I heard the priest enter my house while saying hello.

The Imam came with his wife and son. My family greeted him kindly, only I was silent not saying a word.

I just want to strengthen my heart, so that those tears will no longer flow, at least for now. Because my heart is so fragile. Although it may be for them I exaggerate, but this is how I am, sensitive and crybaby.

After the stale base event was felt enough, Mr. Imam immediately said goodbye, because the day was getting noon. The journey from my city to the city of Imam took 2 hours and a half.

During the trip I remained silent, because I rarely open conversations if not asked, especially to people I just knew. Moreover, this meeting was not expected at all.

I just kept looking out the window, enjoying the view of the sea which was enough to make my heart a little calm. Slowly, the sleepiness made me sleep.

*****

"Erin..wake the deck, it's up." said someone as he shook my body.

Shocked, I opened my eyes. My neck hurts a little because of the wrong sleeping position.

it looked as if a woman in round glasses was smiling as she watched me slowly open her eyes.

Immediately I followed her into the house, not eager to carry my butut bag in a sling. The woman led me to an unpatched room with tosca-colored curtains covering it.

"Well this is your room on Erin's deck, my name is Ms. Su. If you need anything just say yes. Now you just rest first, tomorrow can just start working" said mbak Su while smiling kindly.

I just nodded my head slowly. I put the bag in the corner of the room and lay the body on the cot with a mattress that is not soft. Staring at the ceiling of the room while glaring.

Mr. Imam said I would work as a waiter in his depot. He said the depot was right in front of his house. But obviously what I saw was not a food depot, but a coffee shop. Why does the Imam have to lie? Am I ready to work here? Oh my God, please strengthen me...

*****

I immediately got up, tidied up my clothes, then followed her into the kitchen. Everyone had gathered at the dining table, I was sitting on the chair awkwardly.

Slyly Ma'am Su took the rice and side dishes for me, making me unwell. My shy and reserved nature makes it difficult for me to interact with others.

"Get the deck, don't hesitate. Think of it like home." mbak Su thrust a plate full of food.

"Yes do not mind Rin, you need anything to say we must help" said the Imam chimed.

While the boy I don't know his name, just looks at me while smiling.

I saw the menu on my plate, sauteed shellfish and bloated fish. A menu I never saw in my own home. I didn't think I was far from home, in the middle of a family I hadn't even known for a day.

"Do you know what Dek's job is?" Ma'am Su reopened the conversation.

I shook weakly.

"From tomorrow, you'll be working as a waiter, in that front shop. There we sell Ice drinks, Coffee, and instant noodles. You also have to accompany customers who come, invite them to chat so that they feel at home to coffee here. Because here the average customer does ask to be accompanied by a chat, if not, at no return hehehe" said Mbak Su explained, but somehow I don't like to hear about the work I'm going to do.

But I can't do anything. Mother forced me until I was stranded in this place. Crying is useless because this is where I am.

"I will still find one more person, for your friend, so that you are not saturated with self-work," This time the Imam smiled, as if understanding the restlessness of my heart.

After dinner, I hurried to help Su tidy up the dishes, but he forbade me and told me to rest in the room. He knew that my heart was still in shock.

With a shuddering step I returned to my room, violently breaking down my body, forcing my eyes closed, even though there was a drop of tears gushing there.

How do I live tomorrow, Lord?