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Chapter 8 - Boss Candidate

Nafisa looked in the mirror with a frustrated expression on her face. She had been polishing herself for almost an hour. But she didn't see any drastic changes at all.

The standard make-up she bought a few years ago was useless on her face. Instead of looking more attractive, Nafisa even looks older than her age.

Her face, which was filled with acne scars since she was a teenager and active acne, is still faithfully languishing on her thin cheeks. She wanted to rebel because her appearance was far from beautiful.

Thankfully not pretty but still pleasing to the eye. In a sense, the facial expression looks cheerful, cheerful or smiling.

But on Nafisa's face, everything is the opposite. She was destined to have the dark curves of her lips that he was born with. Never once did anyone judgeher as a jovial woman.

What Nafisa often hears from other people is that her face is fierce and it's hard to smile. Even though the face may look scary, but Nafisa's heart is still hello kitty. Nafisa thought about washing her face. But he hastily canceled his intention when he looked at the clock which showed almost 9 P.M.

'Just wear a mask!' thought Nafisa trying not to bother.

Nafisa is ready to go to apply for work today with a disappointing look.

She turned himself in front of the mirror. Really, nothing to be proud of. The clothes she wears are very simple and tend to be unfashionable. She wore loose-fitting trousers and a matching navy long shirt.

Nafisa does not move alone looking for work. She had an appointment with her friend. Don't expect it to move on its own.

Nafisa embarrassed to move if there is no one to accompany hee. Nafisa then walked to the edge of her bed while wagging her brown folder.

The room has no air ventilation making it hot. Nafisa has to re-spray her market perfume on her body so she doesn't smell like sweat.

It's also wrong, I know it's hot in the room, but Nafisa really prefers to languish there.

Nafisa then took her cellphone and immediately called Mirna—one of her college friends whose fate was almost the same as hers.

"Mira, where are you?" asked Nafisa behind the telephone line.

"I just arrived in front of your home. Hurry up, Nafisa,"

The telephone connection ended unilaterally. Nafisa rushed out of the house. Mirna looked at Nafisa while shaking her head.

"Naf, if you're using powder, don't be in a dark place. Look!" Mirna scolds then gives her small mirror to Nafisa.

Nafisa just smiled awkwardly and didn't take the mirror. She was very embarrassed to be reprimanded directly by her friend.

They are only familiar when it comes to important matters. Apart from important matters, Nafisa and Mirna are like strangers who are lazy to communicate.

"Later on, my makeup will fade if I get wind and sweat," Nafisa alibi immediately put on her mask and put on a helmet.

"Yes, it's up to you. Hurry up, Naf," said Mirna asking Nafisa to get on her motorbike immediately.

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It didn't take long, Nafisa and her friend were already in front of the carpet shop. Fortunately Mirna is much more confident than Nafisa.

As soon as she got off the motorbike, immediately grabbed Nafisa's hand, who was still sitting there with a small mirror in her hand.

"Gosh, put the mirror first, Naf. Here's your map,"

"Wait a minute, Mir! Why am I not confident?" asked Nafisa quietly.

"Try it first. We must be the first to apply, we must be accepted first,"

"You have to believe, Naf. It's good if we both accept it. You don't have to be shy about working later because I'm here," continued Mirna reassuring Nafisa.

Nafisa nodded her head and chose to surrender and was pulled by Mirna's hand.

Nafisa's heart is a little erratic because there are quite a lot of shoppers there. The shop owner was at the cashier's desk. The presence of Nafisa and Mirna there was immediately guided by one of the shop clerks.

"Mom, someone wants to apply for a job," said a saleswoman to the shop owner.

A beautiful woman who seems to be still a young mother, immediately looked at Nafisa and Mirna in a friendly manner.

They smiled at each other. No need to wait long, the shop owner immediately took the two of them. The Mirna file is viewed first.

There, the shop owner immediately asked Mirna many things, including her work experiences.

Meanwhile, Nafisa only became a loyal listener for a while. Until finally it was her turn to be questioned by the shop owner.

Nafisa's interview duration was much shorter than Mirna's. Nafisa was immediately overthinking.

"So it's like this, Girl. The shop only needs one more employee. Are you okay if you choose one of them? Actually, we need more experienced ones too," the woman asked, staring intently at Nafisa and Mirna.

Again, Nafisa must be self-aware. Nafisa really made overthinking.

A job at an ordinary shop he had to fail again. Nafisa feels it's not just a matter of experience. But maybe because of appearance as well. Mirna is indeed much more attractive than Nafisa.

"Yeah, that's okay, Mom. Only last night I saw the post looking for two employees, hehehe," said Nafisa trying to cheer herself up and put a little emphasis.

If Nafisa knew what one person received, Nafisa would have chosen not to waste her time this morning going to the shop and wasting her money on just photocopying and buying a folder.

"It's true, Gil. But I already have the other one. So if you want, hm girl…," said the shop owner deliberately pausing her words and looking at Mirna.

"You can start work today," she continued.

Nafisa immediately smiled bitterly. She had to taste the bitter pill again. Mirna looked at him with pity. Before Nafisa left first, Mirna hugged her tightly.

"Naf, let's try applying for a job at the fried food seller that you screenshot last night. The pay is pretty good and it doesn't seem like the work is too burdensome. It's just the dumpling frying section, right?"

"Well, I'm going there now,"

"Surely if there you are immediately accepted,"

Nafisa smiled bitterly. Mirna's words seemed to make him cornered. She was silent for a moment.