Poor Girl

"Nafisa, why haven't any buyers entered the shop yet?" asked Saharia angrily.

The middle-aged woman approached her daughter who was sitting in front of the tv watching the news.

The thing that stresses Nafisa the most at the age of 26 is that the family's economy is already very worrying.

"We don't have to hope for our shop business anymore, Mam. Many neighbors hate it. It must be because of their effective pellets, that's why our shop strikes buyers,"

Saharia—Nafisa's mother, does not fully rely on her husband. Nafisa's mother is indeed a businessman. This is where the additional income of Nafisa's family comes from.

A simple shop where the chef is Nafisa's own mother and the employees are Nafisa and her brothers.

All this time, after Nafisa finished studied a few years ago, she was only at home helping her mother.

Instead of hiring employees, it is better for Nafisa and her brother to help their mother. In addition to saving on expenses, it also makes it more useful for their children to stay at home.

In the past, the Nafisa family's stall business was busy at the beginning and became additional income. But it has been almost half a year, there are always losses.

Thankfully there are buyers who come. But in fact it's getting here, let alone counting fingers, even one buyer is no longer showing up.

Nafisa's mother clicked her tongue. She sat beside her daughter and looked at Nafisa with a flat expression.

"Think about how you can make money for food. You're in high school. But it's no use. Losing your studies, Naf,"

Nafisa sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. Nafisa has done many struggles after graduation. But all failed.

Dizzy from not getting a job in the real world, Nafisa is forced to try her luck as an online college assignment jockey that she did a few days ago.

Even though she hasn't seen the results yet. Nafisa did not tell her mother about it.

"Job vacancies are very difficult, Mom. Where fresh graduates are now more violent," replied Nafisa coldly.

"I doesn't force you to work for someone else. What's the point of your cell phone?" Saharia asked a little annoyed.

Nafisa was silent for a moment. Her mother didn't know that Nafisa had been trying to find a way to make money through that flat object.

Her cellphone, which was released in three years, was increasingly unable to work with her. Only used it for an hour, the heat of the cellphone is like holding on to hot coals.

Nafisa was too late to move.

She was just busy making money through her cellphone after realizing that the family's financial condition was not playing games.

"Try to join the giveaway. Look at your brother yesterday, he got a fortune of three million. Luckily, your brothwr has the money to survive until now," her mother squeaked.

The striking words from her mother made Nafisa's soul of guilt stick out even more. She did feel like he was useless.

Only her first brother, who is a god-level gamer, can finally help the family's economy to just survive until this moment.

A month ago, Mufli—Nafisa's younger brother, was lucky to have a giveaway. Coinciding with the contents of the family's wallet is dying.

Maybe because of her mother's prayer, who was so frustrated at that time. Finally, God granted it from an unexpected way.

Nafisa lives with her two parents and also has two younger brothers. And her father is now sickly and can no longer be the breadwinner of the family.

"I've also tried to enter the giveaway but haven't been able to, Mom,"

"Yesterday your aunt also called your mother. Many of your cousins sell online. You don't want to sell online? What's the point of going to school.

"Nafisa …, Nafisa …," Saharia squeaked in frustration which made Nafisa's mind depressed.

"There is no capital yet, Mom. It's confusing to sell anything," Nafisa answered casually.

Honestly, Nafisa has always wanted to sell online. But somehow, She had absolutely no talent for selling.

Once she tried to be a dropshipper. She has been promoting diligently for half a month. But still no one is buying.

I've also tried posting my mom's food, but as a result, no one ordered through the marketplace.

Is Nafisa's luck really that dragging? Or Nafisa who gives up easily? I don't know, Nafisa admits that she is dizzy and has no talent.

Want to be sold to friends, the number of friends can only be counted on the fingers. There is really nothing that Nafisa can be proud of at all in her life.

"Your father is old, you and your younger siblings also can't be expected. This mom is so dizzy! Where is the only million left in the closet. What do we want to eat next month, Naf?" asked Saharia looking at her daughter with a frustrated expression.

Saharia looking at her daughter with a frustrated expression.

Nafisa sighed in expression and didn't choose to talk much in response to her mother's anxiety.

She was the first child to feel frustrated. Her father was sickly and it was no longer natural for the middle-aged man to be forced to make a motorcycle taxi here and there. It should be the turn of Nafisa and her daughter now.

"Mom, Nafisa is actually looking for a job. Age is already in the middle age category. The average age is below 25 years for women. Not to mention the average person who is experienced first. Nafisa only knows kitchen matters,"

Nafisa then looked down and looked at the soles of her feet. Because of the frequency in the kitchen, her feet are cracked.

She also saw the back of her hand that looks big, may be a girl, but Nafisa feels like a housewife.

"Let see, Mom. I'm also always helping mom at home. I'm a child that can not be expected. If I don't help at home, Mom will surely faint, right?" Nafisa asked casually.