After a long debate, the owner of the nightspot was finally willing to accommodate Sira, even if it was just to help out.
"Alright. I'm doing this for you, otherwise how could I accept a seedy girl like her," the woman said with a sarcastic tone pointing at Sira. The girl didn't mind that, she was used to insults and diatribes. Because Sira had never been respected by anyone. "No problem, ma'am. I'll do whatever you tell me to do," Sira said downcast. She really needed the job. Even if it was just being a dishwasher. That would not be a problem for Sira. "Listen. Don't you need someone for the kitchen? That's why I brought this girl, please help her," the hitman said pleadingly. Sira didn't expect the hitman to help her to this point. "Thank you, one day I will repay your kindness," Sira was touched. It turned out that in the world she lived in there were still good people left, that's how Sira thought. "Alright. I'll hire her in the kitchen," the woman finally agreed to hire Sira. "Thank you, ma'am." Sira couldn't stop smiling. "I hope this is a good start," Sira murmured with revived enthusiasm. "Thank you for being so kind to help me," Sira said as the assassin left. The man nodded, but suddenly his cell phone rang. Sira politely moved away, she didn't want to be mistaken for eavesdropping on someone else's conversation. "Take it easy, I got rid of him to the middle of nowhere." The hitman raised his voice slightly. Until it was heard by Sira. The girl looked up slightly, curious as to who had contacted the hitman. "Is it Lisa?" guessed Sira, she didn't dare to ask. For fear that the hitman would think that Sira was very curious. The girl was still faithfully standing, she waited until the hitman had completely left. "Come in. Work diligently. Remember what your goal is, don't just give up," said the hitman smiling sincerely. Sira was dumbfounded, this was the first time she saw the man's smile, "It's not as terrible as I thought all this time." Sira smiled back sweetly. The girl nodded and entered her workplace that would accommodate Sira's life in the future. Sira walked towards the kitchen, because that was where she was. The girl tied her hair so as not to disturb the work in the kitchen. "It's not even midnight yet. Why are there so many glasses and plates already," said Sira in surprise and quickly the girl washed all the dirty plates and glasses. "Can you cook?" asked the nightlife owner whose name Sira didn't know. Sira immediately nodded without hesitation, she even smiled happily at the word cooking. "Good. It just so happens that our chef is a little late. You can make spaghetti, right? If you can, make two servings immediately," said the nightlife owner. Sira nodded, she didn't speak and immediately agreed. The madam was surprised, "You can call her Mrs. Liem." After saying that, Mrs. Liem immediately left in her arrogant style. Sira smiled faintly, she could understand how a bod from a nightspot would be. Let alone a boss, even the women who worked at nightclubs were very arrogant. "I'd better make that spaghetti soon. Before Mrs. Liem gets mad and kicks me out of here." Sira's deft hands began to prepare the spices and mix them herself. She was used to making all kinds of food, including spaghetti. "It's lucky I have experience working in a restaurant before," Sira muttered as she cooked the spaghetti that was about to be served. The girl cooked with all her heart. Picking up the tray and carrying it to the bar table in front. "I brought the spaghetti that Mrs. Liem ordered," Sira said to the man who was bartending. The man was a little surprised at Sira's sudden appearance. It made the man frown. "Are you a new employee?" the man asked in a probing tone. Sira nodded, they looked at the nameplates attached to each other's shirts. "Nice to meet you Sira. I hope you enjoy working here," said the man in a friendly manner. "Nice to meet you, Roy." Sira smiled back. Then with big steps she headed back towards the kitchen. Roy observed Sira's departure from top to bottom, "Though there's nothing interesting about that girl at all. Why did Mrs. Liem hire her as an employee? Ah... maybe it's just for the kitchen," Roy muttered in wonder. Roy refocused on his work as a bartender. He was quite masculine for a male bartender. Even some women often flirted with Roy. Mrs. Liem's nightspot was one of the most crowded places. It even overwhelmed Sira with a huge pile of dishwashing. "Wow! I didn't expect a nightspot to be more crowded than a restaurant," Sira complained, wiping the sweat dripping from her temples. The girl kept trying to be strong. Because it was the only job that could help her life for now. There was no way she could run away from Mrs. Liem's nightspot, because she had been kind enough to help her. "Can you make the spaghetti like before?" said Mrs. Liem who suddenly appeared behind Sira. Sira turned around to find Mrs. Liem standing proudly. Sira immediately nodded, "Okay. I'll make it right away," Sira replied with a faint smile. "When you're done, bring it to my office." Without thanking her, Mrs. Liem left. Sira exhaled harshly, "This is the fate of servants," she muttered as her hands deftly cooked the spaghetti. After finishing making the spaghetti, Sira immediately delivered it to Mrs. Liem's office, as requested by the old lady who owned the nightclub. Sira was at the door of Mrs. Liem's office. Taking a deep breath, she knocked hard on the door. "Come in," Mrs. Liem said from inside. Sira opened the door, a smile on her lips. She was prepared for anything that might happen. "Prang!" "Damian," Sira muttered softly. She accidentally dropped the spaghetti in her hand. Damian wasn't the only one surprised, he didn't expect to see Sira again. "What are you doing in front of my special guest!" shouted Mrs. Liem angrily. She immediately stood up to hit Sira. "Stop it!" shouted Damian. Sira stared at Damian unblinkingly, her hands trembling from before. She had just experienced a peaceful life, but this time she had to meet the man who had tortured and kidnapped her.“Sira,” Damian muttered softly, which Sira had the misfortune to hear. The girl immediately took a few steps back. Sira ignored Nonya Liem's sharp gaze. Sira backed away slowly, her eyes still on Damian, and vice versa. Damian stood up, Sira was getting scared, she tried to reach the door handle that was right behind her. Her mind was now filled with plans to escape from in front of Damian. “Shouldn't you be dead? Who saved you?” Damian's words managed to make Sira freeze in place. Her hands trembled even more, she didn't know what to do, her body felt heavy to move. Damian's footsteps were getting closer, Sira could only surrender. Little by little, Sira's hand finally grasped the door handle in front of her. Sira tried her best to open the door in front of her, but Damian's body first locked her small body. Damian's breath was even clearly in Sira's ear. The girl was getting scared. “Please don't bother me again. Didn't I give you important information?” Sira said with trembling
Roy and Sira had separate workplaces. Roy worked as a bartender, which obviously put him in the front. While Sira was just a low-level employee assigned to the kitchen. "Thank goodness, Chef hasn't arrived yet," said Sira, relieved because the chef in the kitchen seemed to be later than her. "You must have woken up late," said a middle-aged man who suddenly appeared behind Sira. The girl tiptoed a little in surprise, "Sorry Chef. I won't do it again next time," replied Sira quickly. Her head was lowered, honestly she was very scared of the chef who seemed cold. "It's up to you. You better finish your work quickly before Mrs. Liem goes to angry," said the chef while taking a knife, preparing to slice the meat. Sira nodded obediently, although she didn't seem to care, but the chef secretly observed Sira's movements and felt sorry for Sira's fate in his heart. "You're the same age as my daughter, but your fate is really unfortunate," thought the chef as he continued his work. Ther
“What did I just do?” thought Sira a second later after successfully spitting on Damian's handsome face. Damian was silent, his face red with anger.“I didn't mean to,” Sira's words were cut short. Damian's hand firmly gripped Sira's shoulder.“This time, you're really going to suffer!” Damian snapped, then pushed Sira's body roughly onto the sofa.Sira's body bounced off the sofa. Damian's eyes looked like an angry demon. Sira staggered back, knowing what Damian would do. Sure enough, Damian undid his belt and prepared to hit Sira.“You're scared, aren't you?” said Damian as he approached Sira, swinging his belt in the air.Sira lowered her face. She clenched her hands tightly. Strengthening her heart, so as not to be weak in front of Damian.“You think I'm scared? I've had my fill of torture? Do you think I'm afraid of your torture?” Sira retorted standing up, looking Damian square in the eyes.Damian was very surprised by Sira's overly bold reaction. Even for a few seconds, Damian
Sira gripped her cell phone tightly. She still couldn't believe the amount of money Mrs. Liem had transferred.“Is this for real?” she muttered with her hands shaking slightly. She repeatedly looked at the account balance on her phone screen.“It's like a dream!” she said over and over again, even patting her cheeks.“No, it's not. This is real. I can't believe it!” she shouted in a very happy voice. Sira was still muttering to herself. She even tiptoed around like a child. Roy who was next to her was surprised.“You look like you're having fun?” Roy asked with a curious face.“You should see this. I just got a lot of treasure,” replied Sira with an equally happy voice.Roy frowned, “Treasure? Your words are too ambiguous, Sira.” Roy was getting more and more clueless. But Sira hurriedly pulled Roy's hand away.“I'll treat you to a meal until you're satisfied. Let's quickly show you a good place to eat,” said Sira pulling Roy's hand without being awkward.Roy felt a little strange abo
Roy and Sira were already in front of the rental house Roy had talked about. The place was quite clean and a little cool.“Is this the place?” Sira confirmed, while looking at Roy's face, whose face was a little doubtful.“I think it is. I forgot a little. So it doesn't matter if we ask the owner,” Roy replied scratching his unruly head.Sira nodded, she understood. Maybe Roy had looked for a place to live a few years ago, of course he would easily forget.“But where can we find the owner,” said Sira feeling confused. Roy was equally confused. He just realized with Sira's question.Before that, the man came towards them. He was wearing a special uniform, probably one of the guards of the rental house.“Who are you looking for?” Asked the man with a slightly friendly face. But it was clear that he didn't like the arrival of Sira and Roy.“Do you know the owner of this rental house. We'll ask about the details,” Roy replied with a wide smile. Trying to be friendly in front of the old ma
Sira couldn't stop smiling. She was very grateful for finding the place she had dreamed of all this time.“In the middle of a crowded city? I never even imagined there would be a place this quiet,” Sira shouted happily. Roy had left earlier, before offering to help her move her belongings. But Sira shook her head, she was only carrying one bag. That was enough to make Roy wonder.But Roy didn't bother, he went back to his apartment. Because they had to work again in the evening. And Sira intended to rest right away.“Why is Ros so nice? Even this room is equipped with kitchen furniture that is quite complete. So I don't have to buy any more,” Sira muttered as she flipped over on the soft mattress.“Oh my God. Are my prayers slowly being answered?” Sira said before closing her eyes.The alarm on her cell phone went off. Sira hurriedly got up and went straight to the bathroom. She cleaned herself quickly, for fear of being late.“I have to be quick. I can't be late again, otherwise Mrs.
Sira appeared in front of the kitchen door, her clothes in disarray. With her hair in disarray, chef Brian frowned, then approached Sira.“Sira? What's wrong? You look really messed up. What happened in the VIP room?” chef Brian asked with many questions.Sira remained silent, then waltzed away from chef Brian's presence and returned to the dishwashing area. There was already a large pile of dishes to be cleaned up.The girl exhaled harshly, “This is the first time I want to cry and laugh at the same time. Why is my life's destiny being played with so much,” Sira muttered as she rolled up her clothes, preparing to wash the dishes.“This is not right. Come with me, and tell Mrs. Liem everything.” Chef Brian immediately pulled Sira's arm to go to Mrs. Liem's office.“What for Chef? There's no way Mrs. Liem will defend me, she'll just scold me even more,” Sira replied quickly. Refusing Chef Brian's invitation to meet with Mrs. Liem.“You're wrong Sira! This isn't about whether Mrs. Liem
Roy ran towards the kitchen. His steps were obviously hurried and his breathing was a little labored.“Where's Sira?” Roy asked quickly when he only found chef Brian in the kitchen.“What are you looking for me for?” said Sira who had just come out of the kitchen.Roy immediately approached Sira, looked at the girl's body and hugged her. For a few minutes Sira let Roy hold her body. she understood that Roy was worried about Sira's condition who had just been beaten by Jesi.“I'm sorry. I should have been there to help you.” Roy gently stroked Sira's hair then he released the hug and looked at Sira gently with compassion.“Thank you for your concern, Roy. But I don't think you need to interfere in my problems,” Sira replied looking seriously into Roy's eyes. Their gazes met, talking over each other's thoughts without the need for words.Roy exhaled harshly, “I don't understand why you could get into trouble with Jesi. Though as far as I know, Jesi is quite famous for not caring about o