The Gold urn Changed my Destiny

carrying jasmine

Melati pensively alone in her medium-sized rented, there are two rooms, one small living room, a kitchen that is equivalent to a bathroom that is also small. There is usually a grandfather who always walks slowly with his cane, or not with his chatter to lecture Melati at all times.

Even so, his grandfather loved and prioritized it.

“Grandfather, I really live alone, how am I and where am I?” mumbled sad.

Rangga came back to visit. He brought food. “Hai, Jasmine,” greet Rangga smiling.

“Come, eat. I know, you haven't eaten yet, see your face is so pale, you're a mess too. Your grandfather would be sad to see you like this. Let's eat and take care of your health. You remember, Grandpa Azrul, doing anything, even becoming a lecturer on campus with his old state so, for your sake.” Rangga touched the back of Melati's hand.

“Kalo so, let's eat, I will accompany you to eat,” said Rangga. He then, unwrapping the food, rather, he bought Melati's favorite fried rice.

When talking at that time, Melati told Rangga about her favorite food.

“I as your friend, don't want herbal medicine to hurt because I don't eat. Now, let's eat. Remember, your grandfather will definitely be sad if you are sick!” rangga.

Finally, Melati also feed her food slowly. He's still sad. But, at least he ate half the fried rice, able to give him enough energy.

“Dear, how about you come with me? I mean .. We're friends, I'm worried if we're alone, at least until your sadness is a little less. If you are alone, you will be sadder. I have a personal business that I've been doing all this time since I was in High School. For now, my efforts are quite smooth.”

Melati looked at Rangga.

“Don't worry, I do have an older brother in prison. However, my parents' money did not interfere with my brother, nor did my money. At first, I saved up since elementary school, each given a snack by my mother, slowly the money was collected more and more. When I was a teenager, I had a hobby, I pursued my hobby, so I dared to spend the money I saved for my hobby that could make enough money.”

Jasmine remained silent, she thought for a moment.

“I'm not forcing you, but I really hope,” said Rangga.

Until late afternoon, Melati finally accepted Rangga's invitation. It was true, if he lived here alone, he would always be sad and remember his grandfather, not to mention where he lived quite lonely and distant, because the price was much cheaper. Moreover, if he were to sell, he would pass through the horde of thugs.

Usually the thugs are afraid of his grandfather, now that the grandfather is gone, Melati is also quite anxious.

“I helped pack, yes!” Rangga.

“Iya.”

The two of them packed up, carrying important items. Yes, because in fact, the jasmine residence does not contain much furniture.

After packing up, Rangga and Melati left from there. He immediately brought jasmine to the three-story shophouse.

“Diva, meet this Melati. He is a new employee, please pay attention and entertain him jiga. He is my friend, his grandfather has just died,” explained Rangga on Diva, who has been his employee for three years.

“Good, Mr. Rangga. Introduce, I am Diva Citra Arsia, just call Diva,” said the girl who reached out her hand to Melati.

“Melati.”