Dream Smile

Dream Smile
Episode 57's


Rico who did not say a word made a mocking smile from Mbak Vina up. The jacket that from earlier covered my body was pulled by Madam Vina and extended to Rico.


Not much said Madam Vina then pulled me into the Bar, more precisely to the employee room for me to join with others in receiving the direction to be given by the boss.


I don't know if there was a sense of disappointment when I left Rico, but I immediately brushed it off. What is it about me that has a hope for the good of a Rico, am I not so self-destructive? The other side of me was as if shouting those words.


I flinched from the daydream when my boss called my name, giving directions on how I would work because it was my first day. They'll be watching me first.


Music thumped loudly, the aroma of alcohol, cigarette smoke, lights with a sparkling light. I have to get used to this foreign environment even though my inner side feels like crying.


A tray with a bottle of alcoholic beverages with a fairly intoxicating rate with a nominal high price makes me careful when taking it to go to a sofa table located at the very corner.


Not yet have I come to the table number that I've been led to whistling sounds from people around me starting to make me so uncomfortable, and that's not all. Almost a ignorant hand was about to hold my thigh but it was immediately pushed aside by Mbak Vina who I did not know turned out he was around me.


"Don't fuck around, she's my sister!" mbak Vina said along with brushing the hand of the man who stood not far away from us.


"Ups sorry," said the man with a piercing look in the ear, both hands raised but his eyes fixedly watching me. "Just the first time I saw it, little brother Loe looked at his appearance was still plain. May I try," continued the man in a seductive tone.


But Madam Vina gave a sharp shot and pointed at the people around her. "My sister here is just a waitress, underlined. If Loe—Loe—Loe dare to mess around, I'm not reluctant to give you a lesson!" mama Vina said with a threatening tone.


"Fear me" said the man, pretending to show a frightened face and responded to by others with laughter.


Madam Vina immediately patted my shoulder slowly. "There continue your work" he reminded.


I nodded back and continued my steps towards the customer table delivering the ordered drinks.


Many times my heart feels something that is misgivings are here, my body is either intentional or accidentally has been in contact with some people here. Not to mention the atmosphere here is getting crowded.


Then I started to remember something, with eyes circulating I was looking for the location where Mbak Vina was. But it's not there, it's changed people.


I started glancing at the clock on my wrist which almost showed at half an hour in the morning, while my work hours were half an hour. And we had promised that we would go home together, Ms. Vina here only intended to watch me, no more.


My eyes began to circulate again to look at each crowd of people, the time Mbak Vina was among one of them and the results were nil. I also immediately prevented one of the people I had known, a friend of the profession. "Sir, you know where Ms. Vina is. He was sitting at the table, "pointing me to the table he was sitting on.


Bekti shook her head while remembering, then clucked. "So he was drunk" he said, leaving. But I immediately blocked his arm again.


"Kemana—. Did you know Miss Vina left?" I was worried and started to panic.


Bekti's index finger and head point upwards. What does it mean, my heart. Not to mention I asked her to leave.


My heart grew increasingly anxious, what I thought was the state of Madam Vina who was in a drunken condition. I thought it was really bad and I was afraid something would happen because my heart was starting to feel bad.


I hurried to the bartender's desk, and though I was crowded I insisted that Joe the bartender give me information about what I was asking even though the answer sounded bitter and not even pleasant to hear.


"Why ask, would you also be satisfied between them," said Joe the Bartender with a spicy mouth by pointing to the men who were sitting in high chairs lined up in front of his desk.


But I didn't respond to that remark, it's clear up there is a more heinous place than here. Immediately I turned my body rushing about towards the direction of the upper stairs. But this time my steps stopped because my arm was being pulled by someone, he said, which is when my body twists because of the strong pull to make me so jerked when my head was about to collide right on a strapping body wrapped in a shirt that looks half shabby.


Samar I heard Joe clucking and saying, "Fortunately loe new boy's fate."


I knew which way the sentence was thrown, my body stiffened and I tried to shake the hand that was clutching me. Until when the check was about to come off because of my efforts, I was again made to flinch when I heard a voice I recognized hissing right in my ear, "What are you doing in a place like this!"


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