Dream Smile
Episodes 10

The more I come here, the more excited I am to live my days as an apprentice. Eight weeks I've been here, starting from being a room maid, sitting at the reservation table, laundry is also in the house keeping department like this time.

I'm now organizing a layout out of the hall building that will be used for the wedding reception.

We interns and HK officers are busy decorating the room, quite tiring today because the place will be used for about 2000 invitations, precisely the event will be held later in the afternoon.

Now there are hotel staff who are heading towards us interns. We stopped the work for a moment and came closer to him.

"What's up, sir?" rio asked.

"We the FB party lacks people to maintain the food stands that are there and also there," said the hotel staff while pointing to the stand where he intended, there are 4 places in total and that means 4 people are needed.

"Any one of you is willing to be placed there. This calm is included in part time, so you will be paid," he continued staring at us one by one.

Me and my six-man friends looked at each other, some agreed that some would not, on the grounds that they were so tired. And I also took this opportunity.

Until the event took place, I who was now standing at the food stand really felt unusually tired. Although just standing alone while doing light work helps invited guests get food.

From the morning I arrived here, doing chores until it continued with partime. Although there was a time to rest, this time I really felt tired. I yawned and tried to open my eyes wide. Hope the show is over soon. My eyes are now very sticky causing me to lose control, until one food equipment in front of the stand I nudged slid down on the floor.

Suddenly it made a noise, my eyes immediately became wide open so surprised.

'Gosh, what am I doing, ' my inner self.

Immediately I apologized to the people around me who were looking at me and they seemed to understand and refocused themselves on the show

"Well, why is this?" asked Sarah who approached me with a crouching follower picking up pieces of cutlery porcelain.

"I also don't know, suddenly not intentionally nagged," I replied with a cautious heart because I had made a mistake, and I don't know what kind of sanctions I'll get. Looking at the tableware made of porcelain this seems very expensive.

"Yes, I took the cleaning tools first" said Sarah, who helped me.

I sighed slowly after clearing the floor where I was standing, trying to act normal until the event was over, even though my heart was in turmoil.

At half-eleven I just got out of the hotel, really very late. Usually I go home at eight, now I'm standing at the bus stop waiting for a bus to pass. There was a friend who offered a ride, because we were different direction I refused it.

And fifteen minutes later the bus didn't show up, I took my phone out of the bag.

"You order gojek, the application just doesn't have it," I murmured listlessly.

I looked to the right left of the road looked more lonely, it was a little scary because from the left of the road I saw a bunch of people walking towards me.

I panicked and glanced around, 'What to do, ' My mind gripped the rope of my bag.

Tin

The sound of a motor horn made my face turn towards him. From the motor used, I can recognize the owner.

"Pak Akram" I murmured.

"You haven't come home yet?" he said after opening the glass helmet.

I'm shaking.

"This hour there is no bus, let me take it," he said while moving his chin towards the back.

Without thinking twice I followed he said, sitting behind the motorcycle seat.

"Don't wear a helmet no papa, at least no police," he said and I nodded.

From the rearview direction she looked at me and asked "Ready?"

"Already Sir," I said.

"Boyou want to make me die of surprise!" i snarl. Jeez and it feels like my heart is going to be dislodged, my mind while neutralizing the heartbeat of my heart that just jumped in shock at his actions.

"So he said ready?" he said he was holding back laughter.

"But that's not the same time sir, that's what bike you want a horse race?" I said while degrading annoyed.

"Eat him a handle," he said.

"Hmmm," I murmured and gripped the side of the jacket he was wearing. Motorpun is now speeding through the streets that look stretchy.

I fell silent as my eyes looked at the lights that decorated the streets while enjoying the night air, because this was the first time I was outdoors at midnight.

"It is customary to express," said Mr. Akram who was watching me from the rearview mirror.

"It turns out the view at night is as good as this, sir?" my son looked back at the streets.

Now Mr. Akram was silent to make me look at him, his face look astonished printed from behind the rearview mirror. "Don't tell me the first time you're out at night" he said.

"For never, ever" I said as it is.

"Seriously?" he said he sounded asking. "But it's good for girls" he said.

"Oh yes, where do you live, why do you want my anterin?" ask me to wonder, because I told him that the location of my house was far away but he did not mind and still wanted to drive me.

"I live and spend near the Nusa Bangsa campus, if the original residence in Jakarta," he said. And the motor stopped because it was now in the red light.

"That campus I know," I said. "So you're not a real person here?" my friend asked again.

"Not here, I am also an apprentice like you" he said, surprising me.

"Father is not a genuine employee at the Kartika hotel?" manya curious.

He smiled and then returned to his bike. "Only in temporary training" he said, and I nodded my head.

For a moment we were silent. And when stopped in the red light again Mr. Akram said, "By the way why do you like to call me Father, I am not old?

I chuckle. "It's not so Pak—," I said disconnected because I was surprised Mr. Akram was looking back at me with such a close distance. Until a moment we were silent, observing the same face presented before our eyes.

Tin

There was a horn from another driver, and I realized the lights had turned green. I can hear Mr. Akram's breath before looking back to the front to advance the motor.

I cleared my throat a little, trying to normalize my slightly choked throat, either suddenly feeling dry.

"The reason I called you is because of the form of respect for seniors," I replied with a crisp grin. I don't know why I suddenly feel awkward.

Mr. Akram did not answer until the motorbike we rode to the front of the boarding houses that I lived.

"Thank you sir" I said after getting off the bike.

"Yes, next time if there is a time for partime until midnight is considered first" he said.

I'm nodding.

"Then I go home first, good night," said Mr. Akram and returned to stater his motorbike. Before the motor drove he also waved his hand.

My gaze now nailed to look at him until his motorbike disappeared to the end of the road.

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