Dream Smile
Episode 7's

"What's all this stuff done?" mother asked me who is now approaching while offering a pack of rice for breakfast. After living in a boarding house, the mother rarely cooks, because in this place the kitchen is used for the public. Not to mention the narrow place, so Mother prefers to give up cooking food if the place is free and not many people, as a result breakfast must buy.

"Already Mother, this is also while Ayu checks," I said while checking the completeness of internship requirements at the Kartika hotel. A few photos were also files, and I offered Mom a sign for her.

"This is your pocket money" said Mother who also extended money to me.

"I'm sorry Mom, Ayu so add the list of expenses," I said not good, because I used to go cycling now switch to public transportation more precisely by bus.

"Do not think, the most important thing is that you are diligent in school and also learn well. I've been happy and proud of you" said Mother stroking my back.

"Call Ayu, yes Ma'am, so that one day can be successful in making Mom and Zahra happy, too" I said now looking down to observe the money sheet with a nominal of ten thousand rupiah, which to me is very valuable.

"Definitely Son, I will always pray for you," said Mother who makes the atmosphere in this room a day.

My eyes turned to look at Zahra. If only he had been born as normal as other children, my inner self. But soon I brushed off those words, for they were a form of protest against God's predestination which had been outlined in man.

I once asked Mom why Zahra was born in this condition. And the Mother answered, 'it may be a test of the love of God, he (Zahra) and you are a bearer of God. It is not appropriate for humans to denounce destiny, or feel to be the most disadvantaged human being, because each human has their own test rations. But remember, that God will not give tests beyond the limits of His people', explained Mother to me first.

"Have a night, yes already his breakfast was soon spent. It will be late" said Mother reminded.

I also immediately ate my breakfast in the morning, and it did not take long after I finished eating I hurried to say goodbye.

From the alley where the boarding to the stop I needed to walk, before only ten minutes I had reached the edge of the highway to cross to the stop.

Before long the bus route that leads to the hotel Kartika has come, but unfortunately the bus I was riding was quite crowded. I was also in a standing position, but as far as I know the distance here is quite far. But what I can do, besides acting crowded with other passengers, than I wait for another bus even risk making me late to get there.

I changed the position of my backpack, carrying it forward. Then one hand held firmly on the rope that hung above me. I deliberately tighten it so that I do not fall on other passengers, understand that bus drivers who really like to brake suddenly often make me surprised and lost control.

The passage of time and mileage are increasingly eroded, now began to reduce the number of passengers, some are rising but the number is not much. It also made me breathe a sigh of relief, because now I can get a chance to sit in the passenger seat.

My eyes now turned to look at the streets, making sure that my destination was very close, I also moved from my seat to move forward towards the bus door. After the bus stopped, I went out. And right in my eyes are now staring at the writing of the Kartika Hotel, right across the street.

"Just here!" call my friend who is standing on the side of the wall of the Kartika Hotel. Seen some of my friends were already there, considering there were about fifteen names of students who interned together.

I rushed towards them too. "Wait for the others?" I asked Sarah, there are only five of my classmates here. The rest are from other classes.

"Yes, we've connected you here, we're in" asked Sandy, who walked ahead.

"So you stood there waiting for me?" say guess.

Sarah rolled her eyeballs. "Yes, I've also sent a message to your phone from now on but there is no response, so Sandy has a proposal to wait for you to come," Sarah explained to me.

I saw Sandy rubbing her nape, I immediately reached into the phone from inside my bag. And after I got that thing, it wasn't on. "Sorry" I said afterwards.

"Occustomed to it" said Sandy who now looked relaxed.

"My phone is dead" I said grimacing and showing my phone off. I let out a long sigh, all the way to the meeting room. Phone calls and messages sent by my friend were not really in because the only phone I had was broken.

Upon arrival at the meeting room, I saw that there were many participants who came. This room is designed using U-shape seating, which is a meeting room with a bench pattern and chairs shaped like the letter U. And this time someone stole my attention, on the left side that is in front of me has sat the students and students neatly wearing alma mater suits. Before long the meeting room door from the opposite direction the entrance is now open and one of the hotel parties appears.

Meeting began, Mr. Anwar as the executive housekeeper began to introduce himself, welcome the arrival of interns and also explained about the Kartika Hotel, showing the parts and location of the room on the monitor screen.

After switching, Mr. Anwar began to give us new interns, papers containing entry schedules, and of course, one child with the other had different assignments and entry hours. Shift is divided into morning and noon.

Tomorrow. I welcomed my first day as an intern, which means today I started to jump straight into work. I observed my appearance again from the mirror, wearing a black and white uniform. With black color pantofel shoes with neatly dipole hair. I put a smile on my lips and then left.

The bus I was riding on was quite slow, the restless me was now staring back and forth at the clock on my wrist. Fifteen minutes left, my mind. Then I sighed.

And as soon as the bus stopped, I quickly took steps to get out. For a moment when the bus passed I looked left and right hoping the road would stretch so I could cross.

Naas, I haven't stepped up yet now I'm suffocating. "Yyyyyyyyy..."

My clothes got wet from splashing water from last night's rain. I puffed up and soon my eyes looked for the bikers who were speeding up and getting my clothes dirty and wet.

Angry is also free, the person is not visible in front of the eyes. I watched my clothes from top to bottom, then I stared straight ahead.

"Hotel Kartika or better I just go home," I said desperately.

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