THUNDERBOLTS

chapter 11

"Contract?" I asked in wonder. "I don't intend to contract this house, but I want to partner." "We'll pay 25 million a year, maybe more." Smirk his mouth widened at the word "maybe more".

I was amazed, 25 million a year means about 2 million a month, I can find a place index of 100 thousand silver per buslan, pocketing a salary of 1.9 million without doing anything. And,

maybe more? Hmmmm. It's catchy.

"Indeed make into what place of business, Pakanntanyaku.“We are a new company, importer of goods from abroad. Like MLM-lah. Mama's heard of it? Or maybe you're interested in being our downline?" la laughs. The Boss also joined in with a small smile.MLM - downline - feet \= pyramid. I'm sorry

have asked. "I'm sorry, sir, but this house is not contracted" I said firmly.

"30 million?" For the first time the boss spoke.

I had managed to make the living statue speak, but I still shook my head.

"357"

"37?”

"40?"

They change offers. I

keep refusing. The Pyramid and the Elektra are like oil and water. We cannot unite.

After that there was a group of lawyers, bakery, Sundanese restaurant, salon, and all failed. I'm the cause. Turns out

partnering is not just a matter of profit, there are many factors of sentiment

who plays. Restaurants and bakery

it's just beautiful up front, not in the kitchen. Our house will also be noisy and smelly for my sleep that must be calm like in a bear cave. Lawyer group

it even wants me to leave the house. I'm afraid to see the looks of those who are important, pretentious to a lot of business.

When Watti finished the move, started to calm down, and lack of work, he gradually intensified calling me. "What do you want? What are you going to be, Etra? Find work! He said to try? Move, dong. Not just at home. Sleeping only!"

I've only been trying for half a year, but it's been centuries. Like a swordsman running out of style who finally returned to being a mediocre person, I was already at the tip of the horn to return to Elektra who was addicted to napping. I really don't want to go back, but what a hell

what remains? Even my last missile I can't use. It's not the missile that doesn't lock, I'm the one that ****. Sometimes, when I was tired of the terror of Watti's phone, I thought about contacting Mr. Hendrawan and the Red BMW Boss again. Butaku salary. Siapatahu there's still a chance. Or Siska's mother, the extortionist of the mothers-to-be. Or that law superstar. Anybody.

please.. toloong!

Okay, I'll be honest. I'm desperate. However, there is one principle that I hold firmly until whenever, my highest proposition, Elektra's golden rule: EBOTANG. Cannot Owe. Even if I had to officially announce that I had

entering the economic crisis, there is still no small intention to violate this principle.

Watti repeatedly fished. "Tra, if you need money, by the way! I can give you, anyway. Enough for your daily expenses." If you know Watti like me, of course you know that his good intentions are in line with his show-off intentions if

now he has money. To be exact, have full access to Kang Atam's pocket.

I firmly refuse. "No, Watt. I can find my own money. Thanks." Thanks."

I heard a little laugh on the other end of the phone. Then, Watti chimed in with her soft voice, "Oh, yes, forgot, you, right, career woman. Not like me. Housewife doangKupingku hot.

“Where, Tra? Did Dedi's money run out?" he asked again.

In my head was immediately drawn the grin of the pool Mr. Hendrawan. I'll chase you to the end of the world, sir! Even if I ride a rickshaw and you're in a BMW! I won't let this soap opera girl laugh any longer!

Watti said in the middle of his crisp laugh. "Sound, yeah. You are a scholar, really, so the hardest life. You know what D1 is like me. His youth is content,

because there are people like you!

"Already, Tra. Just find a boyfriend who is okay, who is good, who can support you. Beret."

With a cold I'm chiming in, “Dan, must be at faith. Let's not be curious spirits."

"What do you mean?” Watti quickly asked back. “A week ago I

meet Bang Nelson, keep him asking you. I said you've been married to keep moving

to Papua. Bang Nelson has a sad face, because he may leave a verse for you. But, it's too late." "Which story?" watti's voice was immediately tense. "John 22 verse 5: Know who

the nukar of Jesus' love for the love of the beloved will be lost and for him the door of all heaven is closed forever." I spoke without being breathless. For a moment there was no sound. Only then did I hear Watti stammering, "But, right, you said I'd break even.

If this door of heaven closes, that one will open." "Sori, Watt. Turns out I was wrong. In the verse from Bang Nelson, it is clearly written all'. ALL the gates of heaven. So then

no one is excepted." Kuhela breathes heavily. Impresses deep concern. Long time back no sound.

"Haluuu?" call me. "It was, yeah, Tra. I'll call you back later. Greetings to Bang Nelson when you meet," he said shaking.

Needless to imagine, I knew Watti's expression form that second. Lips trembling. Tears collect in the eye, just wait for it to fall. Hand tremors slightly.

The next week was the most beautiful week. Entertained by imagining Watti beating a beard fire. Watching you for years made me

know exactly, Brother. Your obsession in the hereafter

which makes "God", "heaven", “neraka” a ready hot button

igniting you into an uncontrollable mercon.

Exactly a week, on Sunday night, Watti called me. Rampage. Then, antagonize me for a month more, which is a month nan even more beautiful because

momentarily stopped all terror of his phone. In Tembagapura, Watti apparently panicked because he no longer had a Bible. Sunday afternoon, Watti was silent

go to church for mercy, then consult with a local pastor. Together they opened the Bible

mi pondered over the verse in question and surprised them, yes, Watti, yes, the priest because he had already agreed to everything I said. The Book of John is only up to chapter 21. There is no 22.

I don't know that either. Especially Bang Nelson, who I just borrowed his name from.

Unfortunately, my brain could not be as creative as it was to face this financial crisis. I enjoy my lazy days with taste

guilty. Realize that you have to do something, just don't know what. Now you can eat two grains

an egg a day, I don't know when. If this continues, I must be ready to divide one grain for two meals. Return to the school days that are difficult with pocket money is not suitable for UMR. All this time I survived my own savings,

However, because of beautifying the house, my money quickly dwindled. Dedi's inheritance money I accidentally put in a sito depot. The number is not much, far from 2.7 billion like the sky and wells, but enough to make a reserve. Saving is one of the few things I care about

hankers. Talking about the problem of persistence, there is not necessarily something as patient as I am in the matter of saving. First piggy bank: chicken

jago colorful, clay material. Second piggy bank: hens of pink color, same material. Third pant: plastic container used soap makeup B-29. Fourth trouser: blue barrel

giant, plastic material. Fifth piggy bank: a bank book that is a combination of my four previous piggy banks.

The first time to deposit into a bank is the most stressful day. To minimize the possibility of being snatched, I was escorted by Dedi and Mang Muslim, his trusted employees.

In the beginning of the two great fathers, I lined up with crushes of change like Uncle Scrooge with his money coffers. Everyone who approached me was looking at the cruel. Since long ago, savings were not just money, but a monument to achievement. Evidence that there is a potential diligent nature in me No matter it is evidenced by the collection of money five perakan This saving hobby also seems to have outlined destiny Definitely not a coincidence. Try if Watti changes positions with me