Treasure, Throne, Renata
I'm Not Like Most Women Renata Stories

I looked at my body in front of the mirror. Knee-length gray dress minimalist style I just bought yesterday. Today I will be attending an interview at one of the newly established companies. After I looked, apparently this company is part of Hardja Sukses Group which is a well-known property company in Bandung. This is the umpteenth time I took the interview, a few months ago I took the interview but I did not take the job. Her salary was not up to my expectations, considering my needs had increased over the past few months.

I am a single mother with a 17 year old daughter. Daffa, my only daughter who is currently in 3rd grade High School. I took care of my daughter alone after I divorced her father Daffa when she was a child. He had never provided his flesh blood until this very moment. My second husband Anton didn't support my son either. It seems like a rich businessman, in fact his income is greater than my salary. The daily living expenses alone I had to joint as long as we were married. Anton always forced me to stay in Jakarta with his family, but I refused. I have to take care of my mother, besides that Daffa has also been in school in Bandung. I was not willing to sacrifice my career and had to follow it without any clear income. I finally divorced Anton at the age of one year old. Why would I keep a marriage if he was always the badass of my life.

I was finally able to show the world that I was an independent woman who could raise my son alone. I learned to be a tough woman from my mother. My father left me when I was a kid. My mother was busy working and my grandmother took care of me as long as my mother wasn't around. As long as I live my life as a single parent, I am always looking for extra income to ease my mother's burden. As long as I can make money, whatever I do. Starting from being a freelance employee at an event organizer, singing at a club, to being a marketing property I have lived since I was young. I'm used to managing finances from high school. The income I got from the job I allocate to the living expenses of the three of us.

“ Where are you going Ren? Ask my mother who happened to enter Smabil to bring a pile of clothes that had just been ironed.

“ Want to interview mom, there is a call at a new company like “, I replied to my mother who was putting a pile of clothes in my closet.

“ Last month did you interview as well, why not take Ren anyway?, this time if you accept just take whatever the salary. Daffa must take Japanese lessons with English to make a certificate he said”.

I don't live with my mother. I rented an apartment because I preferred to live in the middle of the city because of its higher flexibility. In addition, I was lazy to hear the neighbor's talk about me who often went home at night. Just so you know, I am not a typical woman most of whom just obey the husband and stay at home wrapped in a shabby negligee.

My mother was furious at what the neighbors were saying about our lives, but she didn't want to live in an apartment. Impractical, not free and wasteful said the mother. Daffa is the one who often goes back and forth living in the apartment. Daffa school is more accessible from the mother's home. He is also free to bring his friends to gather there. I leave it to them where they want to live. Mom didn't force me to live in an apartment because I knew the gossip people had about me was outrageous.

I took a makeup kit on my dresser, I polished my sensual makeup maybe. Last time I put a maroon matte lipstick on my lips. My makeup look is simple but quite attention-stealing. As usual I should be able to steal the interviewer's attention. I sprayed my favorite perfume, Guerlain Aqua Limon Verde. The aroma is fresh with a touch of soft cocktail fragrance. I sprayed it on my left and right neck. The money immediately burst into my entire room. Expensive perfume is certainly guaranteed quality, rather than wearing oplosan perfume. Appearance is the key to success, there is a price there is a likeness. That's mottoku.

I took a leather bag with a tote bag model, and I wore heels model pump shoes 7 cm my collection. I swirled around in the mirror looking at my appearance. My langsku body looks very proportional to these heels. An appearance like this is definitely worth my salary request later.

“ Perfect ...” my inner speaking. I'm ready to have an interview this afternoon.