"Hey!"
The mother immediately hit her daughter's arm. Nafisa is like that. Likes bluntly she want to say that it is not polite, but the mother herself considers her child chatter as a normal thing.
Nafisa and her mother were busy arguing, until they realized something.
When the two of them were thinking about the money that was now only a million, the door of the house opened without a greeting from a newcomer.
Nafisa and Saharia's eyes were fixed on me in front of me. Two women in sweet knotted brown uniforms stared at the host.
"How are you, Hasfi and Dina?" said Nafisa greeting.
"Hey, Nafisa. Hey, Auntie,"
The guest of the house walked up to Nafisa and hugged her tightly. Followed by hugging her mother Nafisa.
"Oh my gosh, Hasfia and Dina, why didn't you come and tell me. You definitely want to surprise Nafisa, huh?" asked Saharia enthusiastically.
Hearing her mother's words, Nafisa chuckled and was followed by the two new guests. It's true what Saharia just said.
Hasfia and Dinda's arrival was definitely full of surprises.
They didn't answer and immediately opened the door.
But unfortunately, the heart's intention to give news of arrival, even the owner of the house was around the living room. Automatically, saw them coming. Hasfia grinned and pinched her little friend's mother's waist.
"Auntie, it's like a psychic. It's true, Auntie, I and Dina want to give a surprise to Nafisa. Let's see,"
"Are we cool, Auntie? Naf?" said Dina in response to Hasfia's words just now.
"Cool?" Hm..." Saharia mumbled softly while propping up her chin looking at the two beautiful girls in front of her eyes.
Until finally, the middle-aged woman's mouth gaped perfectly for a moment. She also reflexively clicked her tongue full of pride.
"Hasfi and Dina, have you worked in a government office since when have you been working? Where is your work office? Wow, your future is in order," squeaked Saharia happily.
"I and Dina work at office X. Incidentally, it was my uncle who recommended going there, Auntie. Then because Dina happened to also be included in the criteria, that's why I called," explained Hasfia excitedly.
"Indeed, Auntie. Neither of us are permanent employees, but at least we can work like this, our clothes can be proud, right?" Dina chimed in gleefully.
"Auntie is very proud of you two. If only Nafisa was like you. B-but why wasn't Nafisa invited too?"
Saharia asked seriously. She was sure that Nafisa should also be like her two best friends. Whatever happened to Hasfi and Dina, it must have happened to Nafisa.
Just a small example, when it comes to entering college at a university, three friendly women, namely Nafisa, Hasfi and Dina, are both adamant that they must enter the same university. Various ways to do.
Even at that time, Nafisa was almost accepted at a campus outside the region because of the scholarship she received.
Fate favored that Nafisa was supposed to be in the same university as her two best friends.
Meanwhile, her own mother did not allow Nafisa to live alone outside the city.
"So, Auntie," Hasfia tried to answer the question from her best friend's mother.
However, her own tongue seemed numb to explain the detailed reasons why Nafisa was not invited to work with them.
"It's bullshit you two. He said later when we work, we work together. We want to get married, we also marry together. So what now? You two seem to have forgotten that I'm your best friend?
The booming voice finally came from Nafisa's lips. Nafisa looked at her two friends for a long time, which had made her blood boil.
"That's not it, Naf. We're not bad. It's just-"
Before Hasfia had time to fully express her words, the other person chose to run into the room.
"Yes, Nafisa is cranky," said Dina, feeling frustrated.
Nafisa closed the door roughly. It doesn't matter if hee behavior just now makes the door of her room more problematic. Looks like the doorknob is off.
"NAFISAAAA!" growled her mother annoyed. "Heh, your door is broken. You have money to replace?" She asked irritably.
"I'm patient, Auntie. It seems that Nafisa can't be bothered. She must be angry because we didn't invite her. We both didn't mean to make her angry. The story is like this, Auntie," said Hasfia, intending to tell the reason why she didn't invite Nafisa to work in the same office.
"Because Nafisa doesn't have a model?" Saharia accused raising an eyebrow like a stepmother who is looking for information.
The two girls in front of her swallowed hard. There was a deep sense of concern when Saharia made such an accusation.
"Auntie … Nafisa doesn't meet the criteria. The problem is that her height should be at least 150 cm. But Nafisa's height is only 148 cm, Auntie,"
Dina finally opened her voice after there was no conversation about Saharia's accusation.
Hearing this explanation, Saharia laughed bitterly. Her hand reached out to caress the two of her daughter's best friends.
Hasfia and Dina slightly widened their eyes in surprise. She thought, the words full of honesty made Saharia like a lion ready to pounce.
After all, does any parent accept that their child is insulted?
Uh, error. Dina's words just now weren't an insult. But it's a fact. Where Nafisa is like a high school girl because she has a cute body.
"I'm sorry for my daughter. She doesn't deserve an office job. Losing competition with people," said Saharia, still laughing lightly.
That night, Nafisa was still in the room. She had made up her mind not to leave her room even when she was hungry.
"Shit! I'm really hungry again!"
Nafisa mumbled holding her stomach which had started to growl.
Haven't eaten since this afternoon when her two friends arrived. Nafisa is currently showing her attitude towards her two best friends.
While in the kitchen, Saharia and the two girls were busy cooking fried rice.