Wanitaku Great Warrior

I gave up my first salary

It's nice not to play because today was the first day I received a salary.Nita also. I get what salary, because the interview time of the deal is three and a half million per month. Even I got a bonus of 750 points, and the result of the bonus money was seven hundred and fifty thousand. Likewise with Nita but she kept the brended goods in the form of a watch, so she could only reach a bonus of two hundred and fifty thousand only.

But to me it was a very remarkable nominal.

Tap tap tap sound shoes stepped and I found a handsome man tall, his body was sturdy standing, but unfortunately his suit full of cement and his pants a lot of mud was even dry.

He's headed to the stand I'm guarding...

Looks like choosing clothes, but for me the comfort of customers for me is number one. Although the appearance is dirty and dirty not necessarily the wallet there is the sound of crickets aka krik...

Surely understand sometimes people in the style of his wallet there is no contents...

With a smile I serve and choose the desired suit, and I show a famous brand that is said to be expensive for me. Even a stel of pants and suits can drain the contents of my wallet.

"That's a young master for you" I said

"Aslan. call me Aslan it's my name" he said.

" Want to be directly used and paid sir" I asked.

"Yes in 30 minutes I have a meeting" he said.

"Pay using a card or cash master" I asked again.

"Use the card" he said.

Maybe almost all the employees here do not recognize me, except the high-ranking inner Aslan.

It looks Aslan rogoh into the pocket of the pants he was wearing but never found, only the motorcycle keys are there. He seemed to be confused by this situation.

"Sir, is there a problem" I asked.

"Yes like my wallet was left behind in the car and my phone missed the construction earlier" he explained.

Arriving one of my seniors approached it mbak Dilla, if in the factory the term Bu foreman or supervisor is like that.

"Eh anu mbak this old man has used our brand sales clothes but wants to pay for his wallet" explained me to mbak Dilla.

"Master do not use a lot of reasons if you do not have money do not shop here.if poor shopping in the traditional market there" hardik mbak Dilla.

But I saw that Mr. Aslan was silent and smiled.His hands were calmly folded in front of his chest. Mr. Aslan is not sane time yes do not have money shopping here, is not my inner shame.

I just kept quiet to hear Dilla rebuking Mr. Aslan, and massaging the chest.

"Sir there this man, and report to the police" Dilla's voice sounded so loud

"Eh . mbak don't report to the police, Mr. Aslan said he wanted an important meeting so hurry here he said" I said.

"Wong wants to steal you are a cit" said Dilla.

But I believe Mr. Aslan is not lying. Because last time I received his dirty clothes all branded stuff and I know it. He was told to throw away the dirty clothes. Alamak unfortunately cost millions, no dear. The rich are free.

"Mbak Dilla calm down first, mending Mr. Aslan tell someone else to call to deliver his wallet" I suggested.

"Ni mas hpku make a phone" mbak Dilla gave her cell.

Mr. Aslan tried to call several times but no one answered.

"Tell me to the police" suggested Dilla to security.

"Eh .. mbak don't be rash we don't know who this master is" I argue.

"If he doesn't want to be reported for the theft payin this guy's shirt with your salary earlier" Dilla said.

I know Mr. Aslan is hunting right. I finally paid cash for the suit with my first paycheck.

Before leaving, Mr. Aslan thanked me and gave me a Rolex watch. And gave me a business card marked with a tear on the left. Why would I want to help Mr. Aslan because we will never know what calamity will come our way. And that is when God will give help through someone. Because I've experienced it myself.