Just Created For Me
THU*75

Zara woke up squirming her body, feeling sore and hard muscles of the legs and all parts of her body.

Standing for a few hours serves the buyer, really makes both calves harden and hurt.

With a limp step Zara stepped into the bathroom.

Just a few minutes because the time was not much left, with casual clothes Zara departs because she will just change uniforms when she arrives at the boutique.

Several other employees seemed to have changed into uniforms, nodding their heads and a friendly smile from Zara greeted them.

A cleaning employee is done with his job.

"Why are his legs?" ask the middle-aged protest to see Zara's footsteps limped.

"Ehm was slipping in the bathroom and got hit by the door" she said.

"According to oruh mba, it hurts if left for a long time" he explained again.

"Let's mom later in the afternoon maybe find an incandescent."

Fortunately this morning Zara was in charge of sorting clothes that had just come to be displayed in the boutique, so she did not need to stand up, and withstood pain in both her calves.

As Dewi said, Zara no longer wanted to be an innocent and innocent girl who remained silent received unfair treatment from her senior.

The afternoon break began when the vibration of his phone was felt in the pocket of the uniform that Zara was wearing.

"Ra, what are your legs? It still hurts, the magician is no longer ngebully you right?"

A series of questions from the Goddess, making Zara's heart warm.

In the midst of her busyness, the Goddess still had time to pay attention to her.

"It's been whittling Wi." Zara put her phone back in her pocket, a message from Andra was answered.

The poetic message was full of love, saying that today Andra cannot come to the boutique.

It looks like ABG labile.

Somehow there was a sense of resentment in Zara's heart when reading a message from Andra.

Meanwhile, busyness is happening in Maharani restaurant.

There was one businessman who booked a restaurant for his son's birthday.

Because Maharani had to attend a meeting with one of the consumers who had ordered wedding dresses from far away which of course he could not cancel.

"Where are you, is everything ready?" asked Andra who could not cover the panic, then the first time he was ordered by mommy to handle the restaurant for a big event.

"Ready Den, all calm has been prepared carefully by the big madam."

"To, you know who booked this place?"

"Say one of the rich businessmen in this town Den, but I don't know who he is, perhaps a friend of the great Lady Den?"

"Oh, mommy didn't tell me"

"Yes Den, I will continue my duties in the kitchen, Den Joy just calm down here, everything must be in order."

"Okay, thank you for."

Although the Maharani has prepared completely from the dish, the fillers and parcels that will be brought home as gifts from the host are all prepared in full.

But the absence of the mommy is very influential on the lack of confidence in Andra's heart.

Because some guests who are late to attend make the event walk backwards far from the time specified.

But Andra can breathe a sigh of relief after everything is done and running smoothly.

All employees sit tired, all day long pacing serving guests party invitations make energy drained, but a satisfied smile rises on every employee's face, the employees,entrepreneurs who book restaurants tip them with a hefty amount.

Andra's gaze was glued to a woman who was sitting while kissing the envelope given by the businessman as his sobs sounded soft.

"Sst To, why him?" whispered Andra who felt strange because the woman was crying.

"She was Mba Meta, the part of the cashier who was pregnant and forced to still work because of her husband who was in PHK."

"Huh, pregnant?" andra said in disbelief, Meta's sitting body made his distended stomach disguised.

"Then why not take maternity leave?"

"Actually the big madam has also asked her for Den leave, but her Meta mom who forced her to stay in work, to increase labor costs she said."

"But it's too high risk To, will be very harmful to the fetus and himself, how about it is serving the buyer continues to contract stomach, try you shadowin."

"Where can I shadow Den, I am still single and have no baby."

"Ish, not her pleasant shadow semprul" hardik Andra while passing from her songong employees it.

"Where are you going?"

"Yes come home with my cape, go to sleep."

"I join the bell yes Den, now it's night, angkot to my contract is no longer there, want expensive ngojek Den if the night rate is doubled."

Wanto looked at her instructor with a wry face, hoping that there would be a bit of pity for her.

"Well, come up."

"Yess, thank you Den, Den Joy is indeed a debez mah"

"Ck, your style sok nginggris, muke lu jauuh."

Wanto just scratched his itchy head.

Andra glanced at his employees whose gaze was straight on the highway, if in the restaurant the man would always be crowded with his chatter but now why act like a strangled frog, without a word.

"To you kesambet what? How is that calm?"

"Ah t no Den, I'm just living the taste of sitting in a luxurious car seat, maybe this is the first and last experience for me Den, I never ride a car as good as this, I'm not really happy, at best angkot majored into the alley in front of my contract Den."

Andra smiled wryly, happiness that seemed simple to him, despite living in simplicity but the young man beside her always said honesty that others rarely had.

"Who's contracted here To, where's your house?"

"I signed with two of my friends from Den's village, but they worked in an apartment as an OB, my house in xx, two hours from here Den."

"Keep you home every month?"

"No Den, if every month you go home, the money runs out for the cost on the road, I go home once a year Den, if you get THR he hee" explained Wanto innocently.

There is pain in Andra's chest, the distance of two hours of travel, is still too heavy if used for the cost of the mudiknya.

"Eh in the front alley stop ya Den."

"Ehm that's your contract?"

"Not Den that alley goes into my contract."

"Why don't you just stop in front of your contract?"

"Small Den, can't get a car in."

Andra fell silent and pulled the car over.

"Thank you Den."

"What time is it tomorrow?"

"Usually seventeen minutes Den."

"Lha why the morning you leave, notya the restaurant opens at nine."

"Yes afraid of traffic jams on Den street, also angkotnya like hard if morning, at full of all."

"Yes tomorrow you wait here, I pick you up at eight."

"Huh, don't Den, let me just ride the angkot."

"Halaah, your expensive selling snobs, we're not as good as you can reduce the cost, I set out alone deserted, there's no chatter."

"B well Den, tomorrow I will wait in front of the alley, t thank you Den, be careful on Den street."

"Yo I .." Andra replied to Wanto's wave and then returned to drive his car.