Money Or Honey
Episode 1: Money

This morning in front of Nusantara University, precisely in front of the faculty of economics. Hiyola Anastasya was busy counting the blue money sheet with a nominal 50,000.00.

"Well, that's fine." he muttered with a bright smile. 

Life is money. To live need money, eat need money even love need money. 

Such is the life motto of Hiyola Anastasya, a 23-year-old girl with savings of 25Jt, currently studying at the Faculty of Economics, majoring in banking. 

She is 23 years old but Hiyola is still sitting in the second semester. Not because it was stupid, but because Hiyola had to work in order to go to school. Many times he applied through the scholarship but always failed.

'Maybe it's because it doesn't have an insider.' that's what Hiyola always thought.

So, to meet his living needs, Hiyola had to collect rupiah coffers. This is due to its burden as the backbone of the family. 

Since young, Hiyola has been the backbone of the family, supporting herself and her younger sister, Miona Atonasya. 

Her father died in an accident when Hiyola was 15 and her younger sister was 10. Unable to take care of her two daughters, Hiyola and Miona's mother died, they just died in a simple house, sharing the burden that a 15-year-old girl must carry.

Hiyola's burden increased when she also had to support Alya's aunt, the sister of her mother who was abandoned by her own husband because the husband preferred a younger woman than her. 

"You count how many times, the money won't add up." 

Hiyola. From the right, a man walked leisurely towards her. Green pants made of cloth, red dress patterned flowers daysi became the mainstay of the oriental-faced man with white glasses in his minus eyes.

"Daniel...!" sahut Hiyola who returned to flip back the money sheet that he felt reduced. 

Daniel and Hiyola became friends during Hiyola's first year of college. Hiyola was very happy to hang out with Daniel, as the man was unlike most people who liked to gossip about other people's lives. 

Unlike men in general, Daniel Finzen Atmajaya is not a woman lover, he is a same-sex person. 

Hiyola and Daniel became the gossip of the students, because of its proximity. Especially because one of Hiyola's side jobs is an employee at Meet me company. 

Thanks to her beautiful face, Hiyola received in the company Meet me.The break that has lately become a trend in the community. Companies engaged in this service provide services as a rental partner. Where employees like Hiyola will be rented during the agreed time between the company, workers and customers. Most of their services are used as fake girlfriends to introduce to the parents of customers, but more of their services are utilized by newcomers, they will act as temporary date-mates, travel tutors or just coffee buddies. 

Actually this job is only for women and men over the age of 25 years, but because it is in desperate need of money, Hiyola who was then only 22 years old faked his age to be 26 years old. Because the name requested by the company was just a pseudonym, Hiyola boldly registered the name. 

As an employee, all data listed on the application is just the pseudonym of the employee and his age. Where only after the three parties agree, then the customer can see the face of the person who rented it. Therefore, usually Hiyola tenants are the same men and women who have rented it first. 

However, because of this work, Hiyola was often run over by some students who knew her. Though his services are only used for that and no more but, people often equate him with the women PSK.

"I told you, you want to count how many times, your money will not increase, Hiyola." repeated Daniel as he stood in front of the beautiful girl with shoulder-length hair. 

"Shuut...." Hiyola placed her index finger in front of her lips. "Shut up, Daniel. I think the sheets are growing."  

Daniel glazed. She placed one hand on Hiyola's forehead, as if she was measuring her body temperature.

"I think you should get to the hospital." - Daniel. 

Hiyola stuck out her tongue unconcerned. He then took out a pen and a notebook from inside a brown shoulder-slinged bag lying on the side. Check out some things in the list that he has made. 

"Daniel? You have time tomorrow?" 

Hiyola's question made Daniel frown. Who always has time and who never has time?

"Are you asking me now?" 

Hiyola rolled her eyes. "Who else is it, Daniela?" 

Daniel smiled, he really liked if Hiyola called him that way. 

"of course. I always have free time. You think I'm you? That every time is money." 

"Ck, you're this. I'm being serious right now." annoyed Hiyola threw the pen in her hand at Daniel. 

"Alright, alright..." Daniel raised both his fingers, piece. Pretend to see the schedule. 

"Since Rendi just decided on me yesterday, I have some free time tomorrow." 

"Rendi broke you off? Why don't you tell me? Does she have a new boyfriend?" 

Daniel scowled. "You said you only accepted stories related to money." There's a satire tone there. 

Hiyola breathed out softly with a clumsy smile.

"So how? Would you accompany me?" 

"alright. What event is there? You are a miser. There's no way you're gonna buy me. Are you gonna introduce me to one of your male customers?" 

Again Hiyola rolled her eyeballs. 

"Don't expect it." he said.

"All right, so ?" 

"Tomorrow Miona's birthday." 

"Huh...? Did ya? Is tomorrow the 23rd?" 

Hiyola. "Yup. That's why I've emptied my schedule." 

Daniel patted the jidat. "God how could I forget? All right, tomorrow I'll go and buy a present for Miona. Uh, but you're not working tomorrow, are you?" 

Daniel breathed in as he was claustrophobic about Hiyola's schedule. "This is what you said emptied the schedule?" his sarcasm.

Hiyola plays both her eyebrows funny. "You know, every moment is money to me." Stretching his hands, stretching all the bones in the body that feel stiff. 

"You are, when are you going to stop working so hard? Is there no desire to have a little fun? Take time for your life as well" Daniel said. 

Hiyona sighed softly, her head raised looking at the sky that looked extremely bright. "You can't do everything you want in life. People like me will only feel a loss if they take a little time to have fun." 

"Not do it once." 

Still staring at the sky, Hiyola smiled bitterly, "This is why I shouldn't complain to the rich." 

Daniel smiled, he followed Hiyola to look up at the sky. "Therefore, I hope you will meet a rich man." 

"Amen...!!!" hiyola shouted excitedly. 

"Ckckck, I thought only my man could save you" Daniel said.

"Therefore, I ask you to marry me!" Hiyola Goda.

Daniel suddenly inched backwards with a horrified expression. "I'm normal." 

Hiyola nailed Daniel's head, "You're not normal." 

"Yes, and you're still" Reply Daniel did not want to lose, with a flick of naughty eyes, accompanied by a satisfied laugh.  

"Enak only.." One punch landed on Daniel's arm. Hiyola's habit of laughing. 

It was common for both of them to use harsh words. Because if you are very close, then harsh words will be between your friendships. 

"Don't forget to call me tomorrow." recalls Daniel who is currently sitting in his car, Same thing with Hiyola is ready on Hope, his favorite blue Vino motorcycle. 

Hiyola gave him a thumbs up, "OK.." he said a little screamed because of the influence of the helmet on the head. 

"We go first, Miss Hiyo." said Rafi, Daniel's personal driver.

"Yes sir." 

The car went away. Just as she was about to turn on Hope, Hiyola's phone suddenly rang. On a cell phone rogoh from inside the bag he hung in front. 

Hiyola's eyes immediately sparkled, as soon as she read a message worth money, a job from her subscription. Hiyola thought for a moment, there was still time before work at the cafe. So he will take the 150 thousand job that just appeared on his phone.

With a smile, Hiyola turned on her motorcycle happily. "Money... Money.." his humming while running Hope, the motor. 

On the way to work, Hiyola's phone rang again. In his heart, happiness re-emerged in his mind. 

"What's the money again?" 

His eyes began to look at the vehicle through the rearview mirror, then turn on the penny lamp. Once in safety, then he began to pull over.

Without seeing the name of the caller, Hiyola immediately replied impatiently. 

"Hello..." 

There was no answer, but the sound of stuffing from across there made Hiyola spontaneously keep the phone away from her ears, then by frowning read the name listed there. 

"Missy?"

Hiyola hurried back to get the phone to her ears. Hearing the sound of Miona's stuffing, Hiyola's breath became irregular, the feeling was not good. 

"What happened to Miona?" 

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The time goes on feels very long. Hiyola was unceasingly walking back and forth. Her thoughts are erratic between the aunt and worse things that might happen. 

The doctor came out of the ER room in a hurry. He called the family from Alya's mother. 

"We Doc." replied Hiyola quickly approached the doctor. His hands were sweating, his breath was hunting. While from behind Miona followed. 

"You're his family? Are there no adults? Where's your dad?" ask the doctor with a face. 

Hiyola. "We're the doctors. Aunt Alya has parted ways with her husband." 

Hearing Hiyola's reply, the doctor seemed to think for a moment. "alright. Look, your aunt has severe bleeding in her brain. We need a quick hand to immediately make a referral letter to hospital B because of inadequate tools.

The operation must be carried out immediately because at this time Alya's mother only survives with the help of tools, it will not be long if there is no further handling."

Hiyola did not understand what exactly the doctor wanted to tell them because the doctor's face looked very hesitant. 

"So, what's the masudnya doc?" 

The doctor breathed softly. "So, in order for Alya's mother to be dealt with immediately, you will have to pay for the operation costs."

"158 million." 

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