THIRTY

The girl with lithe eyes and red lips that looked contrasting on her face even without makeup. Her feet walked slowly. Her body went limp when she found out that Zahra had liked Akbar for a long time. In fact, Zahra had been fascinated with Akbar since she was in high school. Meanwhile, he had only liked the sweet black figure since the natural disaster. That means only Zahra has the right to freely love Akbar. Meanwhile, Riri resigned herself to her love for Akbar.

  "It feels like a dream, unexpected things happen so quickly." Riri said to herself.

  However, life must go on. Even though her heart was breaking into pieces.

  "Ri! Come here!" someone called her from behind.

  Riri turned around and found a man with a clean face and a stern look on his face.

  "Eh! There's Mr. Boss," Riri exclaimed with a smiling face.

  "No need to be so sweet! Were you late for work yesterday?" the boss asked, emphasizing his jaw. Although he was older than Riri, his face looked young. Because of the expensive facial treatments, her face was clean like a baby's skin.

  "Sorry, sir. Yesterday I helped my mom to cut tempeh," Riri explained simply. Although Kartika did not want to be Riri's stepmother and only wanted to be called mbak. But Riri respected and recognized her stepmother.

  "Yes, you can help when you get home from work," the boss said with an annoyed face. He did not expect an employee who dared to be late for work.

  "I can't, sir. It's for selling tempeh chips. So I have to help my mom in the morning," Riri lied. In fact, Kartika was evil, deliberately telling her to cut the tempeh until she had to be late for work.

  "Your mom sells tempeh chips?" he asked with a face that immediately changed.

  "Yes, sir. My mother sells tempeh. She puts a few packets of tempeh in every little shop."

  "Wow, I love tempeh chips, can you bring them for me?"

  "I can, sir," Riri replied enthusiastically. That meant she would get some money from her sales.

  "I'll try two packs tomorrow," asked the boss with a tongue that was curious about the taste of Riri's tempeh chips.

  "If you buy two, it means a total of 40 thousand, sir," explained Riri casually. She didn't want the boss to eat without paying.

  "Oh yes, yes!" said the boss with annoyance. He thought that Riri would bring tempeh chips for free without paying.

  Riri smiled happily, hoping that the boss would become a loyal customer.

  "Alright, you come with me to my room!"

  "Yes, sir." Riri replied with resignation. Hopefully Riri won't get a tantrum from her boss.

Riri walked following the black shoes in front of her. Her boss walked gallantly. His back looked strapping like a model.

  Riri's eyes unexpectedly saw Akbar. They crossed paths, Akbar had a questioning face. As if asking what was the problem until Riri had to follow the boss.

  While Riri tried to put on a face with a light smile. Although in fact her heart was pierced seeing Akbar's eyes that weakened her.

  "Astaghfirullah hal adzim! I can't be like this, O Allah. Why after knowing that Zahra likes Akbar, my heart hurts so much. Ya Allah, I know Akbar is not mine. I shouldn't feel this pain. Forgive me O Allah, may you always be in my heart. You are my place of praise and hope, O Allah. Forgive me," Riri's heart said as deeply as possible. She felt guilty for admiring Akbar too much and in the end, she was fragile like this.

  "Sit down!" said the boss who had sat in his chair. Riri reorganized her feelings for the better. She followed her boss's direction. She sat on the black chair that could rotate.

  "Here, put on your uniform! You only have one uniform, right?" the boss put the uniform on his desk. Riri grabbed the plastic containing the uniform. Her hands flipped through it. Her eyes remembered something, the uniform didn't suit her. The pants were too tight and the top was too short to cover the back.

  "But sir, I'm not comfortable wearing that uniform," Riri explained honestly.

  "Why, what's uncomfortable about the uniform?" asked the boss with both eyebrows almost sticking together.

  "I'm sorry, sir, in advance. I'm not comfortable wearing the uniform because first, the pants are too tight and the top shirt is too short, can I modify the uniform to make it a little more polite," explained Riri with a pleading face.

  "Modification? Are you a designer?" the boss asked incredulously.

  "That's not what it means, sir, I'll give the uniform to a tailor. So the shirt is enlarged and lengthened and the pants are enlarged," explained Riri patiently.

  "What if you don't need to modify it? How uncomfortable does that mean?" asked the boss with curiosity towards the hijab-wearing girl in front of him.

  "As a Muslimah, we are advised to wear clothes that are appropriate as a Muslim. I think this uniform is too tight for me to wear," explained Riri, looking at the uniform she was holding.

  The boss in front of her nodded. His face seemed to understand Riri's explanation.  This was the first time he found an employee who was so concerned about her appearance as a Muslim. He was very impressed with Riri's figure. Her face was different from other employees. Somehow he saw a good aura in Riri's figure.

  "So it's okay, boss?" asked Riri with her sweet smile.

  "Yes, yes it is," replied the boss casually.

  "You fill in this data and this is the signature for the employment contract," explained the boss by handing over several sheets of paper on the table.

  "I'm already on a work contract? No need for training boss? Then what position am I in?" asked Riri with sparkling eyes. Behind the disaster about her love. It turned out that she got a surprise from God. She was immediately contracted to work.

  "You as a waiter here with Akbar, you might as well tell him too, tell him to come here tomorrow morning. Hurry up and fill it in and sign it, don't forget, when you're done just put it here. I'm going out for a while," explained the boss quickly. His brain is really smart. Riri had to struggle to understand every word. She nodded slowly.

  "Yes, sir. Thank you very much."

  "Okay, I'll go first. You can write it here to make it faster." said the boss, taking the car keys that were placed in the desk drawer. He immediately stood up and left with long strides.