FAITHFULLY YOURS (BSBB)
Chapter 9
...Chapter 9 | Faithfully Yours...
"Ouch!!" I received a punch that this time landed on my cheek. This old man was often violent when I refused to give him more than a wick. I can't imagine what happened to his wife. However, it is precisely because of this that his wife uses my services.
I've repeatedly told this guy I call 'Om Ferry' that I don't serve overnight services. But, he couldn't accept it and always hit me for it. I had no choice, because his wife gave me a small fee to find out where Om Ferry lived. His wife reported Om Ferry for domestic violence and hoped to find the man's place to live and that made me take the case. But this time I was on the verge of patience.
My cheekbone hurts so much. I saw the reflection in the bathroom mirror of his exclusive boarding house, my left cheek looked bruised. Besides hitting, Om Ferry also threw a glass ashtray at me. He was upset when I couldn't live up to his expectations. Today, I hope the last time I see him.
"GET YOU OUT OF HERE, MOTHERFUCKER! DON'T BE SO HOLY, WICKED WOMAN!" it snapped violently as I came out of the bathroom and spat at me and grabbed my hair. I was in pain and trying to escape.
The door saved me. Om Ferry's wife came with a couple of men and took her hand off my hair.
"Are you okay, Mia?" asked Bu Nida, Om Ferry's wife. I shook my head and immediately picked up the bag to leave the place. I left the commotion that was going on there with tears that I could not contain. A black cloud in the middle of the day was seen preparing to cry with me. Finding the reality of doing this job, I felt contemptible and useless.
To be honest, in order to keep Om Ferry there longer, I almost sacrificed myself to be touched by him, but my mind kept resisting until I locked myself in the toilet for a while. This dirty shit makes me even more disgusted at myself. Really, I can't take it anymore.
The car I was driving entered the highway. Long enough to ride, I realized there was a corner that was directly bounded with a ravine in front of it. Did I just take this wheel there? My mind has been glaring ever since. Already not sane. Diablery. The gas pedal the more I pressed, making the car go faster. I think it's time to put an end to everything that's weighing on my mind. If today was my last day, I think people would feel good and happy.
"Adel, I'm sorry Auntie, yes. Aunty failed to be a good aunt to you. Fight alone without an aunt."
I see a sharp bend coming closer. The car's speed is getting faster. I'm ready to take off the wheel to let this car hit the roadblock. I heard a long horn behind me trying to tell me to turn. Three. Two. One.
"Argh! I can't be like this! Can't!!"
Instantly, I turned the steering wheel following the right path. The tires squeaked and my car spun a little until a long horn sounded again. I can't do this!
I pulled over for a moment and turned on the hazard lights. Holding down and holding the steering wheel. I'm fucked. Mind confused. My breath is hunting fast and my heart is pounding. What did I just do? Attempted suicide? Look how selfish I am.
I wanted to quit this job, because I was afraid of falling too deep. Today I almost wavered and gave up what I had been keeping. The number of tears that fell was a witness that my little heart wanted me to get back on the right path, before I got lost.
I drove back to the car, then headed to the rest area to calm down. While on the toilet, I stared at myself in front of the mirror washbasin, still not believing what had just almost mastered my common sense.
"What would suicide solve everything? I'm going crazy." I washed my face, hoping the fresh water could encourage myself.
A call came in and diverted me, resuscitating a vacillating mind. I checked the phone and the call from Aunt Grace appeared on the screen.
"Hello, Aunt ...."
"Hello, Mia. It just so happened that you came to the store yesterday. Someone wants Aunt to talk about it, but Tama's coming. We can meet today, right?"
I'd like to refuse. But, at a time like this I don't think it's good if I'm alone, where strange thoughts haunt me easily. I kept quiet for a moment, then decided to accept Aunt Grace's invitation. "Yes, Aunt. Lt could. Where's where?"
Aunt Grace mentioned the name of a mall. Before I left, I covered the bruises on my face with a layer of makeup. I wish the bruise was invisible. I uncoated my hair to cover my left cheek slightly. When I finished, I went straight there.
Aunt Grace was at the restaurant when I arrived. I see it's true there's no Mas Tama around because Aunty deliberately didn't invite him.
"Mia, choose first want anything for the steamboat stuffing," said Auntie.
"Oh yeah, Auntie." Pretending to be as cheerful as ever, I acted like I wasn't going through anything that shook me all day. I choose fish meatballs, fishcakes, vegetables, and tofu. Aunt Grace chooses the rest, such as fillet fish, mushrooms, noodles, crab meat and shrimp. We put the ingredients in the pot while waiting for the contents to ripen.
"Mia got less sleep last night?" ask Aunt Grace for attention. "Smbab eyes. What's up?"
"Ah, no, Auntie," I said, laughing awkwardly. Not last night, but a few hours ago I was beaten up by a mentally ill old man.
"Oh yeah, what college did Mia go to? What semester? How old?" Aunt Grace asked.
"At this time, it's final semester, majoring in Hospitality. 22-year-old Mia, Aunt."
"Oh, you want to graduate, huh? It's different a year with Mia. He's 21 years old. I'm in graphic design school."
"Huh? Mas Tama-Eh, Tama, she's 21?? Younger than Mia, dong, Auntie?" I was surprised and answered by Aunt Grace. What am I calling 'Mas' for'??
"Mia .. It looks like Auntie needs your help. What was your offer when it was still valid? Mia said she wanted to help Auntie, right?" Aunt Grace's serious words made me listen to the full moment. "Suami Aunty bought a new car. Aunty for the woman. Auntie needs Mia's help to restore Aunt's children's rights."
Apparently it's. Aunt Grace wanted me to help her with business the other day. "I ... ," I said restrained. I'd say no, especially if I just had an unpleasant incident
"Please Aunt, Mia. Aunty will give a decent fee and also a percentage for Mia—"
"What Rizal and the woman enjoy is the legacy of Aunt's parents. After the birth of Tama and Sisil died, Aunt married Rizal again. Turns out, he's a dickhead who's only after the material we have. The marriage certificate and important documents are all the same to him. Auntie for help, bring it back to us. That is the right of Tama and Sisil. Rizal and the woman are not entitled to enjoy our rights" explained Aunt Grace. "This. Aunt give it at the beginning. The pocket money for Mia and about 'exploring' with Rizal, Auntie has no problem with that. But, please. Don't let Tama know this" Aunt Grace asked me.
How'this? The thing about the obligation of 'husband-wife' that I made a reason to refuse, now even boomerang for me. Aunt Grace was blatantly not at issue with it. Stupid me. Now I can't dodge anymore. He handed me an envelope that I knew must contain money. On the other hand, after losing a lot of funds, to be honest, I can't pretend that I don't need an offer that yields this huge reward. I exhaled slowly.
"Only Tama and Sisil did Auntie think. Aunty is old and needs nothing more. If you have to part with Rizal, let it happen. The important thing is that Tama and Sisil have a guaranteed future and can live properly" he explained. "Please Aunt, Mia. Aunt please."
Instantly, I felt pity. It's always like this, as if there's really two people inside me who want to take over. I just can't stop thinking, why is this kind of near-perfect woman wasted just being tempted by a younger girl? What a jerk.
But can I refuse? Why is it that when I have decided to stop, circumstances lead me to meet that path again? I just realized that money can solve many things and things. But apparently, he is also the source of various problems.
"alright. Mia's gonna help Auntie, but Mia's got some conditions."
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"This is yes, for the early chapters, I think you already understand what it is." Mr. Hansel points out the points in the systematic playbook of the writing of the Final Task.
I am currently in the lecturer's room. There are some teachers in here.
"Well, you focus first on the Introduction Chapter, while the others are equipped. From the Motto Page to the Abstract Page. It could follow," he continued.
"Oh, fine, sir."
"Bab Introduction contains these four. In this chapter, you describe what makes you want to research. There are problems that occur and will be answered at the end of the study. In the Research Objectives, you tell the core ideas that have been discovered by the researcher. Then, of course, you are trying to solve the existing problem, but that does not mean making up problems to be researched. Understand, yeah? This explanation is in this guidebook. You just read it again to direct you," explained Mr. Hansel Long.
He explained in detail what I had to do in the first chapter. And, I listened to each of his words with focus. Extremely focused.
"Ready, sir," I said as I marked the important things Mr. Hansel said.
"Is there a question about this?"
"Oh, it doesn't seem to exist yet. Oh yeah, for the next consultation when, sir?" Do I sound too excited? Mel, remember, keep the image a little.
"A week, yeah. Take Chapter 1 with you. We'll have surgery."
"Oh, yes, sir." This meeting really convinced me that I could graduate quickly. I say goodbye home.
When I had walked far enough, I felt that something was blocking the book I was holding. When I checked, tucked in Mr. Hansel's silver pen. Without hesitation, I went straight back to the lecturer's room to return it. But the table was empty, where did he go? I asked a teacher who was sitting not far away.
The lecturer said Mr. Hansel was filling the classroom in the upstairs glass room. The glass room is a practice room, a favorite place for almost all students because they can get knowledge through direct practice. I jokingly climbed the stairs and wanted to see how the young lecturer taught and what courses were filled. I've never been taught by him.
Arriving in the glass room, I saw Mr. Hansel was right there. Apparently, they are getting Bar Operation course. I noticed, the level younger siblings look enthusiastic with the explanation of the lecturer, especially the female ones.
A few legged glasses or not, were on the table that was considered a bar table. Different glasses are used for each type of drink. There is a small slockey glass, wine glass, cocktail glass, brandy glass, whiskey glass, and others. At first glance I heard Mr. Hansel explain the usefulness of each glass and type of drink bar.
"Okay, now we prepare the cocktail glass because I will make the Pina Colada Cocktail drink which is the official drink of Puerto Rico. The basic ingredients are rhum, coconut cream, and pineapple fruit" explained Mr. Hansel.
Ah, yes. I remember, when I was interning at Lumiera, I made Pina Colada and loved its fresh taste. Seeing this course really makes me nostalgic. I drew closer to the clear glass window and heard more clearly through the opening.
"What is it, sir?" ask a student.
"It's already on the powerpoint slide, you can just take notes or photos. Prepare three oz rhum, three tablespoons of coconut milk, three tablespoons of peeled pineapple that has been sliced thinly, then enough ice cubes. Put it in a blender with two cups of ice. Blend at high speed for a minute." Mr. Hansel pressed the blender button and the machine went off pretty hard. After the drink is mixed, he filters the contents. "Strain into the serving glass. Done." Mr. Hansel explained as he poured the ingredients he had mixed into a special cocktail glass. His hands are very skilled. "But, if pineapple juice is available, you just mix the rest of the other ingredients and shake using a shaker," he said, pinning the decoration on the lips of the glass.
"Sir, does rhum have alcohol?" ask a student with glasses.
"Yes, right. Rhum is alcoholic, but now there is a non-alcoholic rhum. It could be an alternative" explained Mr. Hansel.
Hmm, this is how Mr. Hansel taught. It's weird, 'cause I enjoy the way he explains things. If only you could get Mr. Hansel in this course, maybe I could ask for tips and tricks to make other bar drinks. I stare Mr. Hansel's silver pen in my hand.
"Pena silver, your master is charismatic. I became envious of you, being around him all the time. Today, I didn't take you home first, huh. Tomorrow, all right."
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