CHAPTER 2 CONTINUATION...
Even when she and Patring meet, she does not talking to her. Amela could not immediately ask if Patring's boyfriend or lover was the man she was preparing for.
"But the important thing is that I see who it is," she whispered to herself.
Amela glanced at Patring again. She secretly smiles. "What does a man who likes Patring look like?"
Patring was kind. Then hardworking. But everyone knows, only those who are sober are considering then. And maybe there are a few men like that maybe. Especially the handsome ones. Usually, those are the nice looking men. They will never shoot at a friend like that.
Patring is here again. The woman stared at the rescue. "Flirting is really something to look forward to! Is this woman really looking for a good man?" question in mind.
Amela nodded. The gaze of those who ate in the cafeteria was drawn.
"Can Patring's expectations be different from those here?" That one's body must be drenched in sweat and dust.
"If I were Patring, I would have allow people like this!"
How much do drivers earn? It would be better for Patring to just brag.
"You're going to get married, you'll only get worse! Don't do that," Amela thought.
Like her mother, draw in mind. There is a man, she just needs to be mortgaged as well as her soul, just to survive.
"Amela!" dismisses Amela.
Patring sighed as she approached her.
"He's there! He's there!" Excited. So happy.
A large sand-carrying track was parked in front of the diner.
Amela smirked. Her suspicion is true?
"Pat!"
Amela's face turned sour. Looking at the man who first got off the track.
"Is this short so?" Maybe this short one is calling Patring as he goes down the track.
"Is that it?" Amela is annoyed with Patring.
"No!" The woman replied angrily.
"That's Andak, her firefighter!"
Amela went smirk again. "Then that driver!" said weakly.
I don't think Patring heard what she said anymore.
"Let her go!" There was no twinkle in the eyes of the man just descending from the sand truck.
"Nante!" Patring shouted loudly.
Her friend smiled. The gaze does not detract from the man approaching.
"Don't leave, Amela!" Patring stopped.
"I will introduce you!" she said.
But the woman continued to walk away. No one seems to have heard.
"Pssst! Amela." "A lot of work, Patring! I'm here!
Take care of it," the girl shouted.
"Who is that?" The man asked Patring. "New here?"
"Yes, my friend!"
Amela secretly glanced at Patring's behavior.
"Introduce me to her," the man said.
Patring struggled slightly. The eyes dimmed. "Leave her alone, if she doesn't have a seizure you will know Amela!"
Amela couldn't help but glance at what she heard. And she saw him, the man, looking at her with admiration.
"Amela!" Nante repeated. "She's beautiful as her name!"
"Hump!" Amela. That was not an objection to what the man said. That sniffing in her heart suddenly stopped because of Nante's praise.
Why does she need to pay attention to that compliment?
She has heard a lot of that. Then she knew that her appearance was really unusual. If she does spend it, maybe, even an actor can't rape her.
But later she secretly glanced at the behavior of the newcomer. Nante was also tempted when he also looked at her. When she met Amela, his eyes smiled.
Amela suddenly regained her sight. The young man's sweet ugly look was not noticed. "Is he still young? She asked in her mind. Amela suddenly hated herself. What does he have if he is a young man? She doesn't care about that anymore. And even if the man is a young man. She has no interest. Nothing, nothing, nothing!
But when Amela had to take what a customer ate at Nante's behavior, she looked at the man. That squeezing in her chest again. Because Nante's eyes are dim. It says something to her.
The driver was depressed. Watching her movements.
It did not smile like before. Instead, Amela read the sulk in the man's eyes. A small pinch pierced her heart. In her very stupid heart. That she thought to understand her sadness reflected in Nante's expression.
It should not be registered on her face if any lightness she feels. Instead, take a moment to look at the man. Presented. And then turned around.
"Maybe that man will grow old," Amela whispered to herself. That Nante should not be distracted by looking at her and smiling at her. And especially it should not attempt to introduce itself at all.
Shr pushed the dishes on the table into the sink. Laying down basin. Take a mug. And fill you with water on the drum.
"Once I have saved money I will look for another job," she said to herself. "Nothing will happen in her life in this cafeteria. She will only be able to interact with her stomach.
"I will probably die by hand washing the dishes when I stay here," she said softly as she soaped the plates and glasses on the shelf.
"Who can do that kind of class?" she asked the brain. Maybe it's just a miracle when someone eats there and having a car.
"Who will eat the class person in which the menudo have alot of sweet potato that is still floating in the soup."
Then it just looks like the restaurant she's burning! Aside from the clutter, the tablecloth of the tables is blackened with mold. Plates and glasses used are plastic. The forks are mostly bent and bent. Not even a napkin. And when you are going to pee, you can go in the mango tree covered with some galvanized iron.
Only people like Nante will persevere in such a place. Nante, apart from maybe his gentle face and strong laughter, has nothing to be proud of.
"Amela ... that plate!" Patring was the one shouting. Amela frowned.
"Get here!" she replied. "I still have a lot to wash! I don't have time to bring what you need there!"
To be continue for Chapter 2.......
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