The Journey and Destiny of Love

Chapter 6 - Keeping your distance

Under the pretext of wanting to study independently, Anin was finally able to get out of the luxurious house. His diplomacy was completed a month ago, while looking for another more established job, his salary remains a waitress at the Faisal restaurant. Next week an interview offer he actually got, but he has not told anyone. At first Bu Wanti disagreed, but for various reasons he ended up nodding his head. Letting his daughter live apart with him, pursuing her dreams and carving out her own path in life.

"But, I'm still going to work here, son, I'm saving up to be able to have a place to live again in the village, I miss the fragrant aroma of our birthplace, Mother, I miss my granddaughter just by Mother." Said with glazed eyes–glass.

The girl nodded her head assuring, in her brain was actually programmed, a steady job with a decent salary, a livable house for her mother, the cost of Rizki's education. He really had to count when he decided to contract. But that was his choice.

Finally, Anin went with her mother to take an angkot to the rented house which was about an hour from the magnificent residence. Ms. Windarti initially insisted on arresting Anin, but under the pretext of a sauce about a new workplace far enough away, she finally allowed. Faisal's unfriendly gaze was caught at a glance by the angle of view as he bid his farewell. Anin had no idea what she felt like when Faisal's offer to drive her down subtly he refused. But his great soul relented, with a forced smile he led Anin all the way to the front of the gate.

Finally Anin arrived contracted, Miss Wanti helped him fix all his equipment. After finishing his mother returned to the magnificent residence of Bu Windarti. The next day the expected one arrived, with a light brown blezer suit and a black skirt under Anin's knee looking different. So elegant and elegant. He's headed to the interview with an online motorcycle taxi. Once there he sat waiting sweetly in the lobby. A fairly well-known automotive company.

Not long after his turn was called, he entered the HRD room trying to raise a heart that was pounding with nervousness. I haven't finished the interview someone knocked on the door.

“Iya what is Rani?” ask Mr. Bram HRD manager.

“So I got info from Mr. Ferdi, for the shareholders meeting ask to be advanced half an hour, Mr. Faisal soon until,” said Rani.

“Ok, set it immediately, I finished the last interview first, do not let there be any mistakes, you know what Mr. Faisal,” he said.

The girl left the room, Anin resumed her interview. Anin's mind tried to connect, whether Faisal was the one in question. But soon there was that possibility. He wanted to escape all the shadows about the man. Someone who's been too kind to him and his mother. Half an hour later, the interview session was over. Mr. Bram informs us that the final results will be informed by email. Anin rushed out of the room, walking down the translucent corridor through the parking area towards the security gate. Without realizing it a sparkling gaze from behind a car parked there. After Anin passed, the man came down with a fluffy smile he rushed towards the lobby followed by his personal secretary.

“Good morning Mr. Faisal, Mr. Ferdi,” the receptionist nodded respectfully. Which was only reciprocated by the nod of the two men in the tie.

“Good morning sir, it has arrived apparently,” Mr. Bram who just came out of the room greeted him.

Faisal's steps stopped staring at the application files in Bram's hands.

“Good morning Mr Bram, today there is an interview for what part? can the file be brought to my room after the meeting?” Faisal surprised men in front of him, since when the largest shareholders of the company are interested in trivial things such as employee recruitment.

“Good sir,” but that's all that finally comes out of Bram's mouth.

But his eyes again gave rise to hope. In an instant, God reunited him with someone who disappeared a few days ago.

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Jibaku with the work atmosphere in the new place makes Anin's longing a little treated, besides the wages he gets here are quite high, there may be left to buy a sophisticated phone so that he can anytime see Rizki. His longing rained deep so soon he decided to visit his hometown at the end of next month.

Anin was chosen as one of the senior staff of the marketing department, without her knowing that Faisal chose her. But while working there he had never met Faisal. The young CEO does not visit the company every day only when there are certain events. The rest he lives in a central company close to his home area.

The letter has sent Anin kekampung, through the courier the letter was delivered, the sophistication of pulses and quotas has not touched much of his family life. Only occasionally when Winah contacted by borrowing a neighbor's mobile phone if there is an urgent need related to Rizki's needs that he could not handle alone. One month is not a long time, just a matter of days before the expected date. But that afternoon suddenly a letter came delivered by courier.

“With Bu Anindita?” tanyanya.

“Iya, I Sir, thank you yes,” he said as he signed the receipt.

The courier passed, leaving an afternoon crammed with Sunday night dust. A picture of Rizki standing, holding on to the beautiful chair legs. Curious hunting considering there are no seats that good in the house lived Winah. From the beginning of the letter, everything seemed fine but the last paragraph made him gasp.

“Anin, if Mom or Anin misses us, Brother and Rizki now live in Sumatra. Yesterday Dad's man-in-law picked up Brother before this letter Brother sent. Mother Sister is very sick. The family's resentment has slowly dissipated since Brother ventured to warn them and reported that Rizki's presence in the lineage will remain part of the family in Sumatra. Again, if you miss being able to send a letter to the address that is behind this paper. Greetings to mom.”

Stuck, not powered. Anin was late to meet them, surely this hurt her mother who loved her grandson so much. But what power, he had no reason to keep asking him to stay in that poverty prison.

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