The Winged Angel

Chapters. 75

Dea had already made up her mind, she was going to find work in the city where Dion was. Dea put several pieces of clothing into the bag and did not forget the files to apply for jobs.

Early in the morning, Dea woke up, Grandma and Sifa were surprised to see that Dea looked neat.

"Where are you going, morning is tidy?"ask Grandma astonishment. Ordinary clock like this Dea still coiled with his blanket.

"Out of town" Dea answered briefly. He scoops the fried rice onto the plate and starts devouring it.

Grandma and Sifa looked at each other. Sifa raised her hand to touch Dea's forehead, perhaps the girl was delirious from the fever. Dea hissed at Sifa's hand.

"He has no fever Nek" Sifa said.

"Why are you out of town for,?"ask Grandma.

"Work day, instead of grandma wants me to get a job this fried rice is not free, right, so I'll make money to pay for it,?" dea imitated her grandmother's style of speaking.

Grandma and Sifa were stunned. Grandma didn't know what to say. Did Dea take offense to the word - he said the other day as he told Dea to drink tap water.

"Well, you're a long way out of town. You think getting to work is easy, huh,? Here you do not get a job especially in a big city, competition is tougher," said Grandma.

"You're serious, are you,?"sifa said still in disbelief.

Dea did not reply, he gulped down a glass of water. Then get up from his seat.

"Grandmother, I said goodbye, I won't go home until I get a job and show grandma I can" Dea said confidently, then she passed from the dinner table.

Dea had a medium-sized backpack on her back. As he was about to leave the house he caught a glimpse of the kitchen, Grandma and Sifa still continued their breakfast.

"I'm leaving, Assalamualaikum," Dea said half-screaming.

Without waiting for the message from within, Dea stepped out of the house. He walked to the main road to take an angkot to the terminal.

Dea accidentally doesn't tell Dion that he's going there, telling Dion if he's got a job.

The bus on Dea drove slowly away from the terminal. Dea took a long breath. He looked out the window. He exhaled toward the glass, his finger writing a name on the steam from his breath clinging to the glass.

"I'll come, pursue both dreams and love" muttered Dea smiling knotfully.

It was not until three hours drive that Dea reached the city he was headed to. When he set foot in the city that's where the guts shrivel. This city is bigger than its home town. But he has already arrived, inevitably he must continue to carry out his intentions.

"I certainly can," Dea said with determination.

Dea swung her steps down the streets of the city. Using the Google map Dea looks for the address where he will apply for the job that Dea got from the job search site. 

"Later to be heard again,"

It was the only word Dea heard every time he put in a cover letter. His heart melos, his spirit that was dusty - gebu slowly receded along with the sun that was increasingly leaning to the west.

Dea sat himself on a park bench, stretching his leg muscles that felt cramping. He leaned his foot slowly. His eyes began to glaze over with glass. Going home is also embarrassing. He recalled how he had left the house this morning with his bow. 

"I am indeed a loser," Dea's lips rubbed the melted clear globules soaked her cheeks.

No night greeting, his stomach began to rumble. He saw that there was no one selling food. Dea got up from her seat, and resumed her steps.  A tent stall seemed to have just opened across the street. Dea breathed a sigh of relief, her body started to limp from not eating all day.

A plate of fried rice had already moved into his stomach. When it will pay, Dea realized that his wallet does not exist. 

"Awhile mas" said Dea got a sharp glare from the fried rice seller.

He gulped roughly his saliva, giving a stiff smile to the fried rice seller.  Dea checked his backpack, maybe he misplaced it. But fatefully, the wallet was nowhere - nowhere. Dea bit her lips, put on a hardened look.

"I'm sorry, I think I'm a pickle," he said softly with his head down.

The fried rice seller snorted in annoyance.

"Where is the deck, so make sure there is money first if you want to eat,"so the fried rice seller.

"Sa.I'll call my friend for a while mas," Dea said in a trembling voice.

Dea reached into his pocket to pull out the phone. Only Dion can help him now. Dea slightly moved away from the fried rice cart, and he contacted Dion. 

" Hello Dea,"who Dion was across there excitedly.

Dea's voice choked, he was confused as to what it would look like.

" Dea,"Dion again called Dea.

"Ha.hello.." sahut Dea lirih.

"You're okay, right,?"

A moment later Dea began to sob. 

Steadily Dea explained what she was going through.

" Yes you have a shareloc yes, I will go there, do not cry. Wait for me,"

The call was interrupted. Dea breathed heavily. Why nothing goes well. Why is the road of his life so steep and full of gravel. 

Not how many times did Dion get to where Dea was. He saw his girl sitting daydreaming on the sidewalk with a crumpled look in front of a cart selling fried rice. Dion's heart felt sliced, heartbreaking.

" Dea,"call Dion.

Dea who was dissolving with her mind did not realize that Dion had arrived. Dion stepped closer, he sat himself beside Dea. Dea gasped when she realized that someone was sitting next to her, she turned her head.

Dion's outstretched hand touched the tip of his head. Dea smiled even though it was very forced.

"You okay, okay,?"ask Dion gently.

Dea nodded slowly, with all her might holding back her tears from spilling. 

" Yes, I paid for your meal first" Dion said. Then he got up and found a fried rice seller and paid for Dea.

Dea was still sitting on the edge of the sidewalk. When Dion approached him he hurriedly wiped away his tears that had melted.

" Let's go,"

Dion extended his hand. Dea greeted the hand and stood up.

"Where,?"ask Dea.

" To my house,"

Quickly Dea shook his head, he pulled his hand from Dion's grasp. How could he go to Dion's house in this situation.'

"Why?You can't go home, right,? There is no bus at this hour" Dion said.

"I can't if it's to your house" Dea said.

" Where do you want to rest tonight, then,?"

"Where, as long as it's not in your house" Dea said.

"Well, I'll find you a hotel to stay in,"

This is where Dea is now in a jasmine hotel tucked between magnificent buildings beside her.

"What are you going to stay here for,?"tanya Dion felt bad because she could only provide lodging in the form of a motel, not a five-star hotel.

Dea looked around, the place was not bad. A bad single and a nightstand beside him. In the corner of the room there is a bathroom, the hotel room was also equipped with AC.

People seem to be grateful to get a place like this rather than sleeping on the street. 

"It's good, it's comfortable," Dea said, stepping into the bed. 

"You're okay, right here alone,?"ask Dion.

Dea smiled, she took off the backpack she had been holding. His back felt lighter.

"Hem,"

"If so I go home, tomorrow morning I'll come get you" Dion said.

There was a sense of unwillingness that Dea felt, but it was impossible for Dion to accompany her to stay the night. When Dion was about to leave the room, Dea half ran up and hugged Dion from behind.

"Thank you for helping me" whispered Dea. He tightened his hand that was around Dion's waist.

Dion was stunned for a moment. He then released Dea's hand that was coiled around his waist, and turned over.

"I should have helped you, you're my girlfriend" Dion said.

Dion's hands scooped both cheeks of Dea. Their sight was locked. 

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