17. Perfect
Hilona stands still in front of the entrance of her apartment building. He looked at the blackened sky of Jakarta, spread his black umbrella and began to step away from the apartment. The woman walked to a supermarket not far from her apartment area.
Lona observes the roads she goes through, the roads are crowded with vehicles because it is indeed the home office hours.
Huh, office worker.
Lona would love to feel working indoors, leaving before 8 o'clock, working in front of a computer, meeting, having lunch in the office cafeteria, hangout with office friends, going home at 5 o'clock or sometimes overtime. A routine routine whose salary every month must be in the bag. Unlike him who has to go the extra mile, if the next month wants to get a salary.
In addition, if in the office there is a romantic scene involving Lona with her boss. Her rank will rise and she will be the wife of the great boss if she gets married.
Huh, it's nice if my storyline is the same as my novel, lona's sigh in my heart.
Lona squeals slowly as her wild imagination returns to wishful thinking. The woman arrived at a small supermarket in blue and red. Franchise companies whose branches are already in the garden where. Lona put her umbrella in place of the umbrella and then went into the supermarket.
"Good afternoon, welcome to the supermarket!" greeted the supermarket clerk as he watched Hilona enter.
The woman standing behind the cash register is slowly looking at Lona's current appearance, the hair in the cepol is messy, she is sure that it has been a few days that her best friend did not wash her hair. Then the training suit is often used but rarely washed. Red flip-flops that are slightly torn. The round glasses he used to write still sit sweetly on top of his snug nose.
"Ck, you unemployed," he murmured quietly.
Lona walks up to the supermarket employee who is her best friend. "Yak, today I'm really unlucky," he complained to a friend he had known during his stay in Jakarta.
"What's wrong with today?" asked the woman with the name 'Sania'. Looked indifferent and chose to stand up to Lona to arrange the new cigarette stock.
"It's already 5pm and I'm less than 15k words away. Then all my imagination disappeared because I had to lift my clothesline. Worse, all my panties and bras were wet all because..."
"Hehm." Deheman of someone made the two women turn at the same time.
A man standing behind Lona, he carries a few cans of beer in his hand. The man has fairly sharp eyes, charming thick eyebrows, moreover there is something Lona likes from the man.
"Oh, perfect," Lona said loudly enough to make the man stare at her.