The Ruler's Love Contract

Why?

Tomorrow...

I ran to the interview room. Run not because you are exercising, but because you have to walk far enough from the place down to get here. I'm going to do an interview with the personnel of one of the supermarkets in my town.

Arriving behind the building, there was a security guard standing guard. I then asked to be shown where the interview room for job applicants was. The security guard then showed me where the room was.

"From here to here, Neng. I'll see a fork turn right. Turn right to meet the intersection. Well, just go straight to the intersection of space. After that to the left, there will be a large supermarket banner. That's over..."

I don't understand why this security guard is telling in such a complicated way. I frowned and listened to his explanation. And because I didn't wait, I just went in. Find yourself where the room is. Sometimes someone can take me there.

...

I don't know how many minutes I've been through, I finally arrived at this interview room. It was on the second floor of this building. The room is secluded and in the corner. So to get here I had to ask a saleswoman for help. Luckily the salesman was good, so I didn't have to give money as a thank you for delivering me.

Time to fight back!

Arriving in front of the room, I immediately tidied up and knocked on the door. It soon sounded like someone was letting me in. I opened the door and smiled at someone sitting in front of the board. Turns out he's a bald, tiered man.

"Sorry, Sir. I'm late" I said, then saw how many job applicants were working on the test.

"Yes, hurry up and take this!" said me.

He no longer asked who I was. Maybe he knows if black and white clothes are the hallmark of people applying for work. So welcome him in and fill the absences. I immediately filled out the absence and took the file about me. I set my foot in an empty chair and immediately took a test on this.

An hour later...

Time to do about it runs out. We were then asked to submit the answer. Fortunately my mind was still able to focus after running around looking for this place. So all about what I can do. Yes, there are at least one-two because they do not know the answer. Sometimes I get confused if asked to match the image. I'd rather count than think of the missing parts of the picture.

"Sister Ara!" The bald man called me.

"You get the first interview turn, the others get out first!" The man asked other friends outside the room.

Friends one by one left the room. And now it's just me and this bald guy inside. He then asked me to sit down.

"Your test results are good. It turns out that it can do well even under the influence of pressure," he said again.

"Thank you." I smiled as cold as ever. I feel like I'm getting accepted for work today.

"But baby ...," I was silent. "Your appearance is not yet feasible to become a cashier of this supermarket. Your body is less proportionate. So apologize, we were forced to not accept your job application." He put on a very sorry face in front of me.

Jeez ....

Like lightning during the day. Again, I got a rejection from the staff. I just want to cry out of desperation.

"You can still work in this place. But, the conditions are quite heavy." The bald man smiled at me.

"I mean Father?" just polite.

He brought his face closer to me. "If you can accompany me tonight, you can work" he said without feeling sinful.

My heart was racing at his offer. I feel like I'm so despicable. I really want to work, not sell myself.

I took a deep breath and then stared intently at him. "Sorry, Sir. I want to work, not sell myself. Thank you." Thank you." I'll stand up soon.

He also stood up. "Huh, yeah, yeah, all right. But if you change your mind, you can call this number." He put his business card in my map.

I don't talk much. Just get out of the room and ignore the offer.

Is this what is called the rigors of the world of work? I don't think it out.

Again and again I have to get rejected. I saw the clock on my butut phone also showed ten o'clock in the morning. It must immediately wash this throat, dry once. But, my money is thirty thousand and there is still one more place for me to apply.

Maybe I just hold on to this thirst. Yeah, just hold it till it gets home.

I try to hold back my thirst. But in fact, the young coconut ice trader in front of the supermarket looks so tempting. It was like he was waving his hands at me. And I had to buy ice, then walk to find the angkot to go home.

My money is twenty-five thousand. Ride an angkot five thousand. There are twenty thousand. It's okay, hopefully tomorrow can get work done. So tomorrow take the angkot just to make it cheaper.

I feel sad about my fate, which has been repeatedly denied work. And now there's not much money left to apply for the next job. But hopefully twenty thousand is enough to apply for a job tomorrow.

Tomorrow...

Armed with twenty thousand, I again struggled to get a job. However, today I was forced to ride the ojek so as not to be late to the headquarters. It turns out the place is very far from the way down the angkot, so inevitably I have to ride the ojek.

I should have paid twenty thousand, but because you still pay half. There is still enough, you can buy it near my house. I also happen to not have breakfast today. Last night we ate because the rice was gone. No matter what rice is depleted, as long as the heart does not get eroded.

Ara spirit!!!

With a high fighting spirit, I immediately set foot into the interview room. I hope this time it works.

Oh my God, I don't have any more money. Please help me ....

I unceasingly prayed that this time it would be acceptable to work. To whom else do I ask but the Creator. Humans have limits and sometimes calculations with possessions. So I ask directly to the Most Rich.

A few hours later...

After going through various tests from psychotes to health checks, I finally got a four-eye interview with the HRD of this company. I put my face as sweet as possible, yes even without the slightest makeup polish. And finally...

"I'm sorry Sister Ara, we haven't been able to accept your job application. Next time come here if you already feel more attractive," he said frankly.

Again and again, how broken my heart is said to be like that. If only had more capital, of course I could beautify my look. But, the rice had already become porridge. Just look for abon and crackers so that they can be eaten immediately.

God, why do I always have to be rejected?

It's gone extinct already. I walked out of the room with a sad face and got hurt. I don't know why I'm having trouble getting a job. I don't know, I don't understand what's behind all this either.