Um, marry yuk!
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"The spirit of work is late at night, Ziziv." Say it with a smile

"Okay, thank you." I returned that smile to him

Vian also left my boarding house, and now Vian who knew earlier than Scarlett. I just looked at Vian's laptop. Did he intentionally do this to make it easier for me. How to make me thank him.

I take a break, then go back to my job. And my typing initiative is also Vian's job. I chatted to him, and he really wasn't done. Maybe, with me help him a little. I can reduce my gratitude to him.

"Vian, how do I let you not demen the same as me."

"Why talk to yourself, deck?" Ask brother Intan

"Eh, brother. No, it's just a little bit." I chuckle

"Jain task yes. I have a laptop, congratulations." Prattling

"Minjem, brother." I'm smirking

Brother Intan smiled and sat watching me who was doing this task. He kept focused, without asking me what I was doing.

"Formerly, I wanted to go to college. But circumstances are not possible. Forced to stop, and run for money for family life." Evidently

I looked at Intan seriously. Listen to the story of her life that is far worse than mine. Apparently, there is something much harder in his life than me. Kak Intan was forced to change his life to finance his seriously ill parents. Kasian, I think

"So, you're alone right now?" Ask me

"Both with Brother. But he already has a wife, and he can't possibly wish for her, right?" Ask back

"It turns out, life is all different. Everyone's life a lot of stories, and a lot of stories of each." Obviously I

"Yes that's it. That's why, you, you have to be eager to help the parents." Say yes to advising me

We also told a lot of things, accompanying me who made the task. Until I'm done, so is Vian's job. Vian also thanked me, but he did not tell me to do his duty. 

Via message

“What a hell, why in the work also have I admit. Oh yeah, that's a laptop not behind. Babe also at home not in packk.“

I read a short message from Vian. And I'm getting stuck here. What else should I do now?beautiful Brother batangi my confused face. Ask and I also tell you about my current problems.

I am confused by everything, what else my circumstances make the atmosphere more and more impossible like this.

"Try first, how to know the heart, you, will also be anchored in him. Than to try the same uncertain." Brother Intan's words are as flat as Scarlett's

"Where, brother, this heart is different." Obviously I

"This is it, deck. At least, you, want to try to make Nerima him. If at the end, you still can't. Yasudah, good story with Vian. It's not good if this is the case. Later there, you, will not feel good all day. Trust me, brother." 

Kak Intan tried to explain it to me again, and it seems to be true as well. I'll try it first for Nerima Vian. For a time, bye was once a widower. Hem, my heart aches I swear.

We talked until the afternoon, and we were both getting ready for work at the cafe. Kak Intan himself, another work in time again and noon. All he does is work on money. I am very happy with this brother Intan.

Since the cafe was not too far away, we both walked on foot. Yeah, about a ten-minute walk. And not tired either. But sometimes the night makes me a little scared.

"Zivanna." Call a grown man who is our boss

"Yes, sir." I'm closing in on this boss

"Prepare this order, and take it to the VIP room huh." He said while giving a note. 

I received the note and took it straight to the kitchen. I waited a few minutes for the order to be completed. I entered the VIP room that I had never been in. Because, usually it will be in the rent of some big guy doang. And very rarely there are also mesen, except the pity of young people today.

"Daddy, where are you going?" Ask brother Intan

"To the VIP room." Obviously I

"Loh, does Riko not exist?" Ask Brother Intan with a surprised face

"Do not know, brother. Hurry up." Yeah." Said I who immediately stepped away from brother Intan

I also did not pay attention to the call of Intan. Rather than delivering orders to some boss in that VIP room. With bold steps I knocked on the door first. Then again push the table that is aged several foods and there is only one juice only.

"Excuse me." Say it with a friendly

I looked up when I saw those who were drinking. Does the cafe have a permit for this? I felt a little bad this time. And what makes me surprised again is, there is also a widower there. He was busy with his phone.

"It's smart they're looking for a waiter." Said that adult man

I looked at the glance of the widower who turned out to be the juice. I gave you the juice. Try to stay professional at work. Observing the attitude of the widower is different from some of his friends. They're a little drunk, and the widows aren't. I don't know, I don't really understand that either.

"Hey, what's the name, you?" Ask one of my friends

"Zivanna, Om." Say it with a friendly

When they finished their order. I'm going straight away. One of them pulled my hand. I looked at the grown man.

"I'm sorry, what's less, um." I asked them seriously and was polite with them

"Less, less friends. You, can accompany us here. There'll be a tip for you, you." Evidently

As soon as I woke up, they were drunk and asked to be with me? Am I that stupid? I tried to remove the adult man's hand on my wrist.

"Sorry, Om. That's not my job." I am the one who tries to stay calm

"How much do you want?" Ask another man

Crazy one! They're crazy, do I look like a cheap girl? Do I look like a drunk om-om escort?

"I'm sorry, Om. I'm still a kid, my job as an order handler, nothing more." Say me again

I watched the widower watching us. More precisely, I am being seduced by this om-om ganjen.

"Well?" They all laugh. "It's just the more interesting boy." They laughed again without caring about my feelings

Wow, this is really bad om-om ganjen. If I'm not afraid of losing this job, I've done this whole om-om job. I don't know myself, I'm old too.

"Easy-after. This isn't a place like that." Said om widower from just a silent just squirming me who was seduced this.

"Nrank ...." I screamed and stood up to try to stay away from them. It seemed as if they were pulling me and almost I was stretched out onto the sofa they were sitting on.

"Stop!" Om duda pulled me too

This time I was trapped. I'm even a snatch for om-oms here. "Please, um!" Ketus I who stay away from the duda as well. Even though I am demen, yes, I sincerely in this nodain

"Get out." Lirih

I looked at the widower at a glance and immediately stepped away. But they kept blocking me, and it made me want to hit them one by one.

"Have it, don't be rude to a child." Said the widower who pulled me away from them

Om widower took me out of that room. I can hear that they are fighting there. I can't accept that I was taken away by the widower.

"Om, there's no such thing as a friend. I'm old too, not ashamed of what I'm like. I'm not ashamed of that, you teased a boy like this. Make everything again-"

"Sorry."

I haven't finished talking, my widow apologized to me. I just kept silent on her handsome face. "Don't accept me, Om." Firmly me again

"They are. You, working at this cafe?" Ask the widower again

I nodded. "Yes, Om. Make school fees." I am obviously still upset about this

"Zivanna!" Shouted a man who was my boss

"Yes, sir?" My legate

My boss looks really upset with me, but I have something wrong. Wonderful I have the same horrible look I can this.