VILLAGE END

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The ringing of the mobile phone stopped Hasan's steps who was pushing his motorcycle that leaked. His hand grabbed the phone that was in his pants pocket.

It turned out that Mr. Agus was the one who called him.

Hasan slightly wasted his breath and immediately pressed the green button.

"Young man, please get in the car so I can take it to the destination," he said and immediately the car stopped next to Hasan.

Mr. Agus came out and opened the car door, "Please, sir,"

Finally Hasan entered the car after evading but he thought again if he pushed the bike and looked for a workshop place then it would be very late he arrived at work.

"Stop a hundred meters from the restaurant sir," pinta Hasan.

"It is still far away young master, let the car drive to the yard," replied Mr. Agus.

"No, sir quit as agreed," Hasan told the driver.

"Antar to the restaurant page," ordered Mr. Agus to the driver.

"100 meters before the resto,"

The driver breathed his breath. "Where are you going down exactly?!," his grunts inwardly.

After a few minutes of petty arguing they finally stopped at Hasan's request. Hasan walked quickly to where he worked.

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The afternoon is approaching and the condition of the restaurant is getting crowded by visitors. Likewise with restaurant employees who are getting busy, the more visitors, the more busy they work.

"Please, here's the order" Hasan said, putting the order on the table.

"You're Hasan?," asked the seated customer, Hasan looked up his head at the origin of the voice that called out to him.

"Well, it's true that you, you're a granddaughter, you make me almost forget the way you look now" he said, leading some people to notice.

Hasan Tampa looked at the person in front of him. He's a tall man who kept him in the fields after the village chief's funeral.

Not much changed from him even though six years had passed, only that his body was somewhat contained.

"Hey why are you silent?, is your mouth now mute?, Ha ha ha," Laughter snatched.

"Well, you brave hick,"

"Hey bro, if you first want to compete to get a woman, dressed as a cockroach pretender," said one of them.

The three men laughed at him again. But Hasan was still silent yet unmoved. He looked at the face of the person who insulted him.

"Ck. Ck. Ck. Turns out you're a waitress, I thought you owned this restaurant, just went out and worked at my company, where the pay is bigger than here, since I'm kind enough there's a vacancy there I can put you in the OB, how kind of a heart isn't it ?,"

Laughter returned between them, as if someone's life was a joke to him.

The tall man took out a card from his pocket and threw it on his desk.

"Take it, while I'm kind," he said. Hasan just stared at the cards that were on the table.

PT. Wirejaya.

"Good offer, you better just give it to your friend or you keep it to yourself maybe you'll need it in the near future," Hasan said and passed away Tampa ignored the three men who were wasting their time.

Seen the annoyed and angry look of the tall man when ignored.

"Cih, already poor is still arrogant," he said.

"Just ignore it" said one of those who had eaten his meal.

"You're right, but still I'm still upset, because of him I can't get the woman,"

"Liet bro, there's still time to teach him a lesson, we enjoy the success you finally can rise to office,"

"Ha ha ha, you're right, I almost forgot about it, after this we're done going straight to the club'" he said and was supported by his two friends.

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