The Imperfect Eve
Disappointed On The First Day
I don't know why I'm here. I'll do it, then get out of this place quickly. Cansu muttered in his heart as he got off the taxi he had been riding since three hours ago.
The traffic jam that spread along the road kept him stuck for three hours. The journey that should be taken within an hour is forced to be delayed because of an accident. Sometimes, the long traffic jams annoyed Cansu. Sometimes he even thought of returning to Bandung and opening a clinic there. But his footsteps were again restrained when he thought of doctor Goyal, a middle-aged man the size of his papa had to live alone without relatives. It is sad, but that is life, sometimes something we plan carefully does not match the destiny that has been outlined by God. In this life one must capitalize on strong patience, when suffering comes to greet the pain will not make us live long in suffering.
"Good day, are you Miss Cansu Abigail?" A middle-aged woman greeted Cansu with her friendly smile, she stood at the door waiting for Cansu's reply.
"Yes, right. I'm Cansu Abigail." Answer Cansu in a low tone.
"Welcome, miss. We're glad you've arrived."
"thank you. I'm talking to..." Cansu stopped his sentence while looking at the middle-aged woman in front of him.
"My name is Latri. Just call me Mbok Laktri. I worked in this house since young master Arsenio was a child. Many times I have asked to stop, but the great madam of this house has not given her permission. He said it was very hard to get an honest maid like me." Mbok Latri explained with a small smile.
Cansu could not guess the reason behind that smile, the middle-aged woman said she wanted to stop but the owner of this magnificent mansion had not allowed her yet, did she have to smile to celebrate her disappointment? I don't know, Cansu himself does not know the answer, which is clear he will work hard until the person he will take care of heals quickly so that he can leave this mansion quietly.
"Yes, I used to want to do what non-Cansu said. But, now, not anymore."
"Why, really?" The clueless Cansu tried to pry for an answer. Unfortunately, before Latri said anything, women who were the same age as his mother Cansu walked down the stairs. He looks young compared to women his age. With her elegant style, she looked like an actress in a flem.
"She's this hostess, Ms. Begum. Give him my regards." Mbok Latri whispered to Cansu while pulling the suitcase in his right hand, the suitcase belonging to Cansu.
"Assalamu'alaikum, mistress. My name is Cansu Abigail. I'm a doctor recommended by doctor Goyal." Cansu introduced himself. He thrust his hand, one second, two seconds, until the sixth second Madame Begum still did not shake her hand. Disappointed, that was how Cansu felt on his first day.
"Sorry, I just used a Hand Sanitizer. Maybe we can shake hands another time." Madame Begum said without burden. Cansu who was listening was seen smiling faintly to hide her disappointment.
Does he think I'm a germ? I'm a doctor. A doctor. The great-grandson of Cansu in his heart, if only he had not promised Goyal the doctor, had already made sure Cansu would be gone this very second.
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