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Olivia would stagger about to fall if the man she collided with didn't support herself as quickly as possible.

Olivia tried to stand straight again, assisted by the man. Olivia tried to smile even though her smile looked awkward.

"Sorry, sir. I really didn't mean that," Olivia said regretfully.

The man sighed. "You lowly person! Enjoys seeking the attention of a rich person like me. Community litter really doesn't belong close to me."

Olivia stared at the words of a man she didn't know. Even her mouth was still wide open until the man disappeared from her sight.

Olivia blinked in disbelief. He shook his head in surprise and said, "Overconfidence is bad. Strange, what a strange person."

Olivia tried not to make a fuss about what had happened earlier. He returned to continue his journey looking for job vacancies according to his abilities.

Olivia cannot hope for much of a job. His ability is still low, because he is only able to go to the second grade of high school. After that, Olivia was unable to finish school due to financial constraints. Even though during school, Olivia could be said if she survived the ranks of students with brains that were smarter than the others. However, it came back with a problem. The problem of school fees should never be messed with.

At that time, Olivia tried to enter her school again, even though she had been expelled. As a result, not only did Olivia get scorned by her friends, Olivia also had to get insults and insults from several teachers who always praised her at school. The laws of the universe, no one can guess.

Olivia took a deep breath. The heat from the sun burned his skin even more. Even now he is thirsty, even though he has not earned a penny until now.

"Oh, God ... give me a little sustenance, I'm so thirsty," whined Olivia as she tilted her head like a person who was praying.

"Look, there's a lunatic in here."

"Could she be a crazy woman who managed to escape from the hospital."

"Is that woman still sane?"

"I don't think so. If sane, would anyone pray like that."

Several sentences of several voices were directed towards Olivia. Olivia snorted in annoyance then pulled her hand back. He continued walking without paying attention to the various gazes and words of the people around him.

"How stupid are other people! Don't they know I'm thirsty? How annoying!" Olivia grumbled all the way.

***

Olivia stopped her steps at one of the roadside shops. His eyes glanced over the paper that had the words, 'A woman / man aged 20-25 years is looking for a shop clerk.'

Olivia studied the writing carefully. He doesn't want to make mistakes like yesterday, where he has to endure the shame of not checking when his paper was printed. Enough, enough, don't be reminded again! It was ... Olivia was really embarrassed by that.

"Excuse me, miss. How can I help you?" asked the shop clerk in a friendly manner.

Olivia nodded quickly. "Is there work here?"

"Yes, miss. If you really want to work here, let me take it to the owner of this shop. Usually before working the shop owner will ask a few questions for recruitment eligibility. "

"All right, can you take me?" asked Olivia, who immediately nodded at the employee.

"Of course."

***

"Miss, this is the shop owner's room. Please come in yourself. Oh, yes, don't forget to knock on the door first," said the employee when they both arrived in front of the shop owner's room.

"Thank you," said Olivia who only smiled sweetly before the employee walked away.

"Have to knock on the door first, without being told I already know." Olivia annoyed then knocked softly on the door in front of her.

When someone inside yells, "come in." So quickly, Olivia opened the unlocked door.

Olivia walked politely, approaching the person she believed was the owner of the shop.

"Excuse me sir," Olivia said.

The man straightforwardly raised his head, looking at Olivia.

"You?" The man asked a little unexpectedly.

"Eh ..."

"Why are you here?"

"I want to apply for a job," Olivia replied straightforwardly.

"A job, huh? Don't someone like you deserve more than just working as a beggar or scavenger than wanting to work in an air-conditioned shop?" The man railed against the question that could cut Olivia's heart.

Olivia lowered her head. He held his fists into fists, trying to neutralize the emotions that almost burst out of his mind if he didn't remember this completely inaccurate place and time.

"You know what? I really don't like job candidates whose origins are unclear."

"You mean talking like that?" Olivia asked without wanting to look back at the man. The same man as the man who collided with him on the pavement just a moment ago.

The man laughed crisply. "Everyone knows that you have absolutely no clear origins, except living under a bridge."

"I have clear origins!" concluded Olivia, feeling unacceptable by the man's words.

"All right, if it is clear. Then where is your family now? Isn't it true that if your origins are clear, a member of your family is accurate evidence?"

"If I don't have a family anymore. Is there a problem?"

"Of course, there is!" exclaimed the man, "You want to work in my shop here, so I have to know your clear origins."

"What for?" Olivia asked again.

"To prevent losses that are in the store, if you make a mistake later."

"But can't something like that get a pay cut?"

The man nodded. "It can, it's just that sometimes the losses incurred far more than the salary of working as a shop employee."

Olivia swallowed her own saliva. He took a deep breath and then said, "If that's the case, I'll be leaving. I decided not to apply for a job here."

The man laughed lightly. "Did my suggestion work?"

Olivia ventured to look at the man.

"What advice do you give?"

"Suggestions to work as a beggar or a busker, ah or a scavenger can be," he replied casually.

"Damn it!" Olivia growled angrily then walked away without another word. She was too emotional because her pride had to be trampled by an arrogant man she didn't recognize by name.

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