I'M Not A Mafia
Chapter 4. Fired

"I can finally catch you little thief!" Freya's face immediately sparkled. The little boy he had been chasing, was now arrested. Freya grabbed the boy's ear and took him to the store.

"I'm sorry, Brother Frey," said Bing, begging Freya to let go of her hand, "I promise not to run away, as long as you take my brother's hand out of my ear."

"No, I don't care. How many times have I let you go. A few days ago you said you did not bring money, two days later you took it again and reasoned to pay after your umbrella service was done. It's been almost five times that you take it and lying will pay for it. And now what do you want to reason for?"

"Yes, Brother Frey. It's dry season now. My umbrella service isn't as crowded when it's rainy season."

"I don't care. You're wrong and you have to take responsibility." Freya snorted in annoyance.

The little boy called Bing could only resign. He knew his behavior was guilty. But how else, Bing was forced to do it so that his sick mother did not starve and Freya did not know it.

"To mama's you, Frey!" Snaps shop owner. Just looking at Freya's face, the shopkeeper already showed an angry face.

"Look, Sir. I've caught this little thief. He who had already picked up the drink and bread thought it was a few days," said Freya pointing towards Bing who kept his head down.

However, instead of Bing being scolded, the boss of the store owner scolded Freya and told her to go home. "Sir, did our shop close early?" asked Freya with a naive face.

The shopkeeper could only smile and show his haughty face. "You've made me lose so many times today. Look, because you're chasing that little thief, our money in the drawer is all gone. There's another thief coming into our shop. Not only money, a lot of food and drinks are lost. You're too careless and this is your last day at work."

Freya's eyes were perfectly rounded. "So I got fired?"

"Well, pack your things now. And here's your last paycheck," said the store owner's boss, offering several bills.

Ten minutes in a sad mood, Freya finally came out carrying all your belongings. Three months he worked and this was his last day. The little boy who was the cause of it had already left since he packed up the items.

"I have to find a new job" Freya murmured to her last look at her former workplace.

Her name is Freya Isvara. 18-year-old girl with long black straight hair. Freya lives with her father, a man who enjoys gambling. Even so, his father loved Freya very much.

"I'm coming home" Freya said in a gloomy tone as she opened the door.

"Freya, are you home?" His father asked, "if you're hungry, I've prepared fried rice in the kitchen."

Freya only glanced at her father at a glance, then walked forward again. It was common for him to see his father busy with his phone, playing his favorite online gambling on an app.

"I've been fired" Freya said again as she kept her head down.

Soren's his father's name. The man muttered little to see his daughter look on with a gloomy face. "Good, Frey. The work at the place was well paid but the risk was huge. It just makes you tired and a waste of time. Better you at home, study quietly."

Freya threw her breath rough. Soren has repeatedly banned him from working at the site for the same reason. Not unwilling to obey Soren's orders, but Freya just wanted to be independent and not want to eat his father's money from gambling. Freya had repeatedly advised her father, but the man remained defiant. Repeating again and again for the same reason. Soren said, it was only in that way that he could earn a lot of money in a quick way.

It said that it had no effect whatsoever on Soren. The words of his son were never taken heart, it was true that the way he was wrong, but gambling activities were ingrained for Soren and could not be abandoned.

"What if you lose and suddenly go bankrupt, then your family is in debt? I can't imagine how hard it will be for us" Freya said.

Soren instead smiled confidently showing a gambling app in front of Freya. "That's impossible. See Frey, you have a chance to win tomorrow. If I win this time, tomorrow we'll get a car. I'll use it to take you to school later."

"Then what if you lose?" Freya turned around, asking.

"I said it's impossible, Frey. The odds against me are huge this time. Dad predicted it. Dad already has a good luck charm. Look, tomorrow morning there's a car in front of our house, I promise," Soren said.

"As for Dad. I'm tired!"

Freya decided to go into the room, already lazy to argue with her father. Freya was tired of advising Soren to stop gambling. The reason Freya works part-time is as a form of protest. He said he did not want to eat Soren's gambling money, and wanted to eat money from his own results.

Soren once said and stopped because Freya sulked when sick, but the disease even relapsed again, and again. Soren did it in secret. And now Soren is getting crazy gambling.

"I'm sure I won. I'm gonna bet all my money now. Tomorrow we're gonna be rich, Frey."

***

Elsewhere in a medium-sized house. Drago was warmly welcomed by a very old man. He is Mr. Joko, Meysa's adoptive father, more precisely Drago's grandfather. Drago decided to stop by his grandfather's house for a little while before he stayed at Elard's house tomorrow.

"This is your mother's room, Rion," said the old man.

Drago entered the room, sitting on the bed while occasionally looking around. Mr. Joko is very happy with Drago's arrival. At his old age, he lives alone with two helpers. Mr. Joko does not want to stay with his children, he wants to spend his old age in that house. Gardening while taking care of some of her pet wild cats.

Six months later Meysa will be back in the house. Before he arrived, Drago temporarily entrusted him to Niki, his sister.

"What is this, Cake?" drago asked, revealing a small jar of dried flowers inside.

Mr. Joko's forehead is wrinkled. He is no longer young and his memory is not as strong as it used to be. Mr. Joko continued to look at the jar carefully. But unfortunately, Mr. Joko's eyes still can not see clearly.

"I don't know. It seems like this thing was in your mother's room from a long time ago," said Mr. Joko, "Rion, bi Sum has cooked a lot. Let's eat now. You must be hungry."

Drago smilingly stared fixedly at the nearly eighty-year-old man. He realized his grandfather's vision was no longer good. To the extent that he instead invited the wall to talk that he thought was his grandson. "Grandfather, eat first. Rion will be coming later."

Mr. Joko said, he went to the dining room. While Drago, after the death of his grandfather, he was even more curious about the contents in the jar. Drago started to open his laptop, wanting to find out information over the internet.

"It seems I've seen it before" murmured Drago.