My Payman
Fill Your Heart Anya (Pov mbak Anya)
My name is Anya Dewi. I am the first of three children. My parents are online clothing entrepreneurs. Their efforts are very advanced. However, due to the house that is also a place for online clothing production we ludes burned.The economic situation of our family so plummeted.
My intention at that time wanted to study in the field of Designers after graduating from SMK majoring Tatabusana so run aground. Because the tuition fees there are very expensive.At last I can only do sewing courses.
A year ago I went through a course and finally opened my own sewing house. Even with just one sewing machine. But only three years into sewing business, my mother is very sick. Finally I was more busy taking care of my mother and my efforts began to often lag behind finally many customers who left because I rarely could be on time to finish my stitches.
Finally a year later, my mother died. I'm not getting more focused, I'm getting worse. Because it feels like all my hard work is in vain. No one knows what it's like to be me. An exemplary student who has to lose a dream just because of the high cost of education.
It feels so sad. I even remember once. When my parents started going bankrupt, my mother went to see her rich brother for our venture capital again. He refused and gave us money as a donation.
He is Ega's father. Her father was very arrogant and miserly. Even a troubled sibling he didn't care. I won't forget how her Daddy laughed at my mom who asked him for help.
Flasback~
"At that time my mother and two employees were sewing clothes. I who just sat on the third grade SMK bench just finished the final exam. And the plan will connect to lecture at a Private Universutas majoring in Design. Because I want to be a famous designer. Not just sewing like my mom. But want to become a famous Designer to Foreign Countries.
Suddenly the fateful event came. The fire suddenly came from the direction of the mother's room. Because the flammable stitching material is very much, the fire propagates very quickly, to burn everything in an instant. Fortunately we were able to escape quickly out of the house.
"Mother.... , is our home mom?" whining me while hugging my mother. I just kept quiet and didn't budge. But tears still washed his cheeks. The only treasure left by the father was only the house and the eyes of the mother's search were also only in the house all this time. And there's nothing left in it. All the ludes are burning. PLN said the rash occurred due to short-circuit in the mother's room.
Long story short once the fire goes out we reflect on our fate. Mother, me and my two younger brothers could only lament and mourn our shapeless home. Then we took refuge for a while at my mother's house. He is Daddy Ega. At that time Daddy Ega only lived alone, because Ega and his mother lived abroad.
the next day the mother went to the bank and checked the existing deposits. It turned out that only a hundred million of my mother's savings during this time and her plan was to list my college once I graduated SMK. Then I thought I would borrow money to contract the house and business capital again to Daddy Ega. Because Daddy Ega is a rich oil businessman in his territory.
After dinner, I met Daddy Ega who was sitting in his study. His office is next to the dining room. I happened to be cleaning the dining table because we all just finished eating and the sisters finished eating directly watching the television.
"Daddy, can't you talk?" ask Daddy Ega.
"By mbak, mbak want to say what? it just so happens that I'm stacking up. So if there's anything to talk about, talk about it immediately." Said Daddy Ega arrogantly.
I who was outside the room, could hear their conversation clearly. Because the door wasn't in the lock and I also purposely eavesdropped on their conversation.
"Bak plans to move, just want to contract. So I'm not willing to borrow money for a year's contract and business capital." explained mom.
"About a million-deck limousine" answered the mother.
"Wow, that's a lot mbak. where there's me that much money mbak. How about a contract of up to five million? what are you willing to pay with that much loan?" Daddy Ega spoke as if unable but also underestimated mother.
"For a year's contract may only need a million decks of fiber, but mbak need the capital of several sewing machines, the obras machine and all the materials buy from zero deck again. It could roughly spend two to three hundred million decks. Because the price of the machine is also expensive deck. And the rest can be for your nephew's school fees ahead of mbak active again sewing his deck. Not to mention to replace the losses of those whose clothes were burned at that time. Because most of it's already paid off the sewing deck's wages." Obviously Mother with a sad and low feeling.
But Daddy Ega didn't see at all. He's still busy with his laptop and typing, what he's doing. What is clear is that I am angry at his pretentious attitude that does not appreciate mother. However, I could only see from the outside and I really could not bear to see Mom like that.
Daddy Ega then stopped his job.
"Indeed, I haven't had any savings? not a pretty famous mbak stitch and rame?" ask Daddy Ega cynically.
"There's no savings but only a hundred million and that's for your niece's expenses Anya connected college to Design school. Because he wants to be a deck designer." explained mom.
Daddy Ega then chuckled.
"Listen yes mbak, mbak must teach children mbak to live as if. If you can't afford college, don't go to college. Design School is very expensive. Mending told him to attend a regular university and then graduate, working in an office. The cost is not too great anymore." Daddy Ega talking getting cocky.
"This is yes mbak. I'm sure I won't be able to change the money if I lend it. I'd better give you some money for the contract." Daddy Ega opened his drawer and took a check.
"Here, I give you a hundred million for free. Just look for a contract. Honestly, I was also disturbed by the messiness of the two boys who like to run around in the house." Daddy Ega even threw us out.
Then I who could not stand all his attitude immediately entered the workspace without permission.
"Om. Can't you be better off with my mom? is that mommy, right? how can he talk like that to his own brother?" pissed me.
"You're just a snot kid. You won't know how hard it is to make money. Brother, brother, money, money. I just separated the country with my wife's children just to find money. You were even given nyolot. The child does not know himself!" Daddy Ega turned on me.
"Darling not to, let's go!" mom then took me out. Without taking the check that Daddy ega gave. We packed up and left the house. Since then I've had a lot of grudges with Daddy Ega.
