The Best Shera's

CHAPTER 21 Restaurant

Bismilbornrahmanirrahim, I ventured to enter the restaurant. I try to think positively about what I've been through.

" Is shera????" A man with a super neat appearance greeted me, as I walked into this restaurant.

" Yes sir I am shera! Is this Mr Indra?" My mind goes to that name.

" I am Indra sir. Buk pita has already explained to me that you are a new employee here. Come with me! I'll show you where you work."

I followed indra's steps. I was so surprised that this restaurant was so beautiful. Employees here quite a lot there may be about 100 more. It is amazing at the young age of Aunt Pita that she already has so many employees.

" Shera you're here as a dishwasher.... Every afternoon before you go home you have to throw all the trash behind you! Do you have any other questions?"

Mr. Indra is too stiff, making me uncomfortable talking to him.

" No sir "What question should I ask, I already know all.

Jeez the dishes are so many and I'm the only one who's washed. I was trained mentally and physically by Auntie.

I immediately did my job, some other employees noticed me as if they were sorry for me. Sometimes I hear inappropriate words from their mouths.

" That stupid chick, working here as a dishwasher? though it is beautiful it is better to be a PSK (Women***Commercial)" Throwing said the handsome but dear male chef was immoral. My distance to her is also not far about 50 meters.

I honestly do not accept his words, but I do not want to make trouble here no matter how much I have made trouble and this time I have to be silent as a statue.

I just washed and kept washing. There was not the least time for me to sit for a moment, stretch my muscles that began to numb. I saw a wall clock near the entrance to the kitchen. It was lunchtime, but no one allowed me to eat! What the fuck? I was just told to work? Without any nutrition? Could faint of my hunger.

" Shera..... You quickly pray, after that hurry back to your work? You got 15 minutes of rest?" Mr. Indra approached with an order that made me surprised.

" Sir after prayers can I eat sir?" I hope you understand what I mean.

" Of course I can! If you bring the supplies! Because cooking here is only for all of them does not include dishwashing! When you were in the interview, wasn't it clear, Shera? "

If I knew this was going on, I'd bring supplies from home. Look my hands are wrinkled and pale like dead people.

" No sir!!!! Not at all?" Since what time I've been in interviews, don't they know who I am? It's good that way.

" Well, just drink! Can drinking make the stomach full? " Yes, I look at me full of.

As if he were saying to me, I don't think it's appropriate to be an SPV in such a heartless way of speaking. Hmmmmm, people here seem to have no ethics.

" Where is the Mushollah sir? " I'm talking ahlican.

" The Musholla is upstairs? " With the index finger pointing upwards.

I rushed upstairs, the employees here can't be my friends. Their perspective is amazingly underestimating me. Moreover, every time they quarrel with me, they cover their noses. They think I'm trash? It's okay, understand this is the beginning I work here.

After I prayed, I went back to work, my stomach was unceasingly beeping. I was very hungry, but what should I do other than be patient and wait for the hour to come home.

" Uh.... New kid ... hurry up and wash the dishes? I want to wear that teflon? " The man who looked down on me now pisses me off. My hands are so itchy to hit him with this phone.

" You're beautiful....... Later tonight we check in yuk! " Yes whisper in my ear.

" You take good care of what you say!!!! Don't let you regret tomorrow "I'm stepping on her foot.

I gave the teflon to him, why does Jakarta seem cruel. No one ever told me this. But why would anyone dare to talk to me here. I really miss Hadi, he always took care of me and no one dared to speak badly to me.

My work hours were over, I rushed to throw the trash into the backyard. This trash is so heavy, again no one helped me, everyone just watched me without taking a hand out for me.

I got out of this restaurant, shit, that guy I don't know his name is waiting for me. I was so scared. I went back inside the restaurant, trying to contact the priest.

" So, please come quickly I'm so scared!!!! " I sent a message to the priest.

" I'll be there soon!!!!! You stay in the restaurant!!!! Don't come out before I come" My WA message was replied.

For a few minutes I waited inside the restaurant, men were waiting on the train. I'm not sure if I'm waiting for the obvious I'm afraid of what he's saying to me.

" Shera....... " The priest came to me standing behind the door of the restaurant.

Thank goodness he came I was so relieved that I could not die here.

" Why are you scared? "

The breath of the priest was very fast as was excessive worry.

" I'll tell you the same! Let's go home? " I don't know where to start.

Me and the imam came out of the restaurant, the man came up to us.

" Ohhh....... It was already in boking!!!! " It's too bad this guy's mouth.

" What do you mean by your words? " The priest replied so casually.

" I want to check in with this handsome, expensive woman! " His hand poked my cheek.

" Do you not know? How to appreciate a woman? He's my brother! How dare you touch her? " The priest remained calm without any physical resistance.

" I know how to appreciate it!!!! By giving money and women give up something very valuable from themselves!!!! " this guy is looking at me sharply.

I honestly don't understand what this man's ucpan means, but if I notice the expression of the priest he's very angry.

" With your words describing who you really are? " The priest pulled my hand to ride on his motorcycle.

" You think I'm afraid of you? Look what I will do with your beloved sister! " Yes poking my cheek again. I kept clasping his hand.

" A real man will protect women instead of hurting women "Mas imam turn on his motorcycle.

No matter what the man said, he rushed out of the parking lot. Along the way I told him what happened to me. I'm really scared, I've never had anything like this. Moreover, I did not understand the words that the man made to the priest.

" Keep your sick hand that was checked by him? " the priest was worried about my situation.

" Hurt because he's so strong to grip her? Oh yeah, did he mean to talk about women giving up something very valuable from themselves? "

The priest smiled at me, but I was not satisfied with his smile. I need an answer? Not smile!

The priest was on his way home.