Wanitaku Great Warrior

The veiled refusal

I haven't felt like I've been working in this mall for almost a year. Even the points I earned always exceeded the target. And that makes Ms. Angela very happy with my performance and the way I take the hearts of customers to buy products in our store. Every month I have set aside a salary to save, and over the course of the year I have accumulated fifteen million. That's an incredible nominal for me, the lifetime of holding money is only hundreds of thousands at the most and only this time can save up to that much.

It feels like my phone is vibrating in my pocket, when I break I can just open the phone because customers keep coming. Understandably now at the end of the year so people want to buy clothes for the upcoming new year's holiday event. After I see there is a new number that sends a message via SMS on my phone. I opened it and read the message.

"I'll wait for you after work in front of the store. Accompany me to dinner with grandpa''.

Whose number is just keeping the numbers of the employees of this store and Ms. Angela.

Wait a minute, I think I remember this number. I took a torn business card and I matched it, not it. Keep who? My brain thinks hard, because the male employees are only part of the warehouse and cleaning service only.

Ah... don't think about the focus of work again the break hour is over and lunch is over.

Maybe for others I was too pinched and frugal about finances. Of course it must be because we will never know in the future what it will be like. The streets are a lot of holes especially Lika the twists of our lives yes definitely add there is a gap between the distance of my life.

The hours of work are over...We employees go to each locker, and mbak gracefully give advice that for me it will also support the facilities of my life.

"Cit, you don't want to have a contemporary cellphone" asked mbak gracefully

"Eh .. yes sis graceful maybe time to buy yes sis. Let me be Selfi and FB an" I said.

" Buy not expensive cit. According to our ability, the important function" obviously mbak graceful..

"Yes mbak, try later I see first and choose according to the contents of my wallet mbak" I explained.

" Yes, "my answer.

"Wes already yes I have hunted home already dijput ma paksu" mbak graceful pamita while running towards the exit.

I did too, I don't even remember if there was a message I took for dinner. I consider it a prankster who has no job. I just went out after saying goodbye to other employees.

"Forgot my message" the voice of the man surprised me at the exit. Mr. Aslan yes it is the voice of Mr. Aslan. How not very much work ngajak I eat, after all he is a money guy can invite any girl.

"Don't forget the temple, I'm serious about taking your dinner grandfather wants to see you" said Mr. Aslan.

I just looked at Mr. Aslan's face with a little head up, because he was very tall for the size of Indonesians. Intentions want to refuse but in my mind where there are money people want to be rejected. His intention of wanting to run away from Lord Aslan must use what reason...

"Sir, I'm going to the toilet first." I said.

"Let's not be long" said Mr. Aslan.

Yes, time to run a thousand rare. Let him wait for me until the mushrooms grow.

Ten minutes Mr. Aslan might have been waiting for my inner self but I've been walking towards my inn.

"I got cheated by ma citra.