Chapter 3 His Own Red Ferrari

I dreamed of getting a job and money, but I had to spend money to take Grandpa to the motorcycle hospital or regular repair shop. My stomach is rumbling; I haven't had lunch yet. I sweat profusely since I have not bought a drink.

"Ouch, Grandpa... Why are you so troublesome? Why do you have to break down? Please pity this poor servant." But I slapped my mouth. Words are prayers. If I say poor, later, I can be poor forever. Don't let that happen. I tapped Grandpa while continuing to demand him with great affection.

"Grandpa, don't break down, please. Pity your granddaughter, who is not yet rich but will soon become this famous lawyer."

Grandpa was silent, unmoved. My calves felt even more swollen, pushing Grandpa through the incline. The sweat keeps flowing. Oh my God, I'm so tired of being poor.

Mr Chiu's workshop can be seen in the distance. I stopped for a moment to wipe the sweat. Only a few seconds, continue the journey with the rest of the energy. People glanced at him; an elementary school student was forced to push a motorbike.

"Hey, little girl, what are you doing?" asked the kebab seller who traded in front of the elementary school.

"I am bathing in a pool full of flowers," I replied. "Don't you see that I push the motorbike!"

"Very fierce. Do you want any help?"

My mom said I shouldn't trust strangers. Maybe he wants to steal my motorbike. Even though Grandpa is old and often breaks down, Grandpa is an antique motorcycle. If it is sold, it can sell for one billion dollars.

Even though I almost fainted, I continued to push Grandpa to the workshop. Mr Chiu, who saw me, immediately greeted me with a glass of mineral water.

"Grandpa broke down again?" asked Mr. Chiu.

I drank mineral water while nodding.

"Come on, let me buy the motorbike for 100 dollars; it can be made for Susi's cage." Mr Chiu pointed at the turtledove in a bamboo cage before the workshop. If Mr Chiu weren't the owner of the workshop that my dad often owed, who knew Grandpa's ins and outs and, most importantly, could be in debt every time he repaired, I'd have gagged his mouth with rubbing ashes!

100 dollar? My Grandpa has no pride. More precisely, Mr Chiu, who doesn't know himself, haggles over other people's goods.

"Uncle, this is an antique motorbike. The price is 1 billion if bought by the King of England; you must know it."

Mr Chiu laughed. He intervened to treat Grandpa. His employees had given up; they couldn't take it anymore.

I waited for Mr Chiu to knock, strip, and operate on Grandpa. Customers come endlessly. Mr Chiu's workshop is selling well. Mr Chiu is great; he opened a workshop for 40 years until he was able to send his children to a private university. Uniquely, guests are always given a glass of mineral water whether they repair their vehicle or not.

"Uncle, how come the workshop is selling well?" I asked, has the mineral water served been given 'something'? "Did you make any deal with the devil?"

"Dealing with Hong Kong devil!" he exclaimed.

"It's sophisticated to deal with Hong Kong devil. Did you do when you go back to your hometown?"

"No, I mean, I don't have any dealing."

"Realy? But I see your workshop is never empty of customers. Please let me know how."

"Work hard, Ameena. Don't give up even though you get cursed, yelled at, and blamed; the shop has no customers. If we persevere, there will be a reward."

I immediately remembered the look of Ahn Hyo-seop with that local wisdom. Adam Mahendra did not insult, but it was enough to undermine faith. He should know that my breath is shallow because of his handsomeness. But instead of being suave, he was intimidating with his cold attitude. I was rejected and kicked out of his office to the point of trauma.

"If, for example, a customer is rude, what will you do?" Isn't it wrong for me to ask my parents for advice? Usually, advice from those with more solid experience.

"Apologize, and give 'something as an apology'."

Something like, what is that? I listened solemnly, like listening to the imam's sermon after the tarawih prayer.

"For example, discounts or special promotional offers for that customer."

"Oh, a bribe?" I asked.

Mr Chiu laughed. I'm good at making people laugh with random jokes. Should I be a stand-up comedian?

Brum... Brummm... Bruuuummm...

"Grandpa is already well!" I exclaimed excitedly while stroking the old motor body.

"The spark plug is damaged; it must be replaced. It's worn out."

"Thank you, Uncle. But as usual, I owe first. I will pay when I become a famous lawyer," I promised, even though I was pessimistic. For dozens of years, I have been a customer; even though I am in debt, Dad and I always pay. So, Mr Chiu is okay. The money in my pocket is barely enough; I have to bribe Adam to accept me at the CUAN law firm.

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The money in my wallet was only two hundred dollars. This is my mother's pocket money to buy gas-only these two sheets, no more left. Duh, having no money is not good. That's why I don't want to have any; I need more money. There is no choice; I must get a job ASAP. One year, I have been unemployed for so long.

That's why I immediately implemented Mr Chiu's advice. Maybe yesterday, I was pretty annoying until Adam kicked me out. I bought brownies, which were quite expensive; the main thing is that the price can make me lunch for ten days. At eight in the morning, accompanied by Grandpa, I arrived at the Graha Nusa Kencana Building.

I'm confused; Adam goes to the office on what? Is it a motorbike? Or car, huh? But what brand of car? I am confused. Why don't I know about my future boss?

Yes, I'll be waiting in the office park. Incidentally, there is a pretty shady park near the parking lot. It's different, yes, the offices of the rich, the parked cars are mostly luxury cars.

I hugged the brownies I bought yesterday like a baby. If I were a mother, these brownies are babies, then who's Adam? I imagine Adam is a guy who makes me get pregnant, so I ask for his responsibility.

Hahaha... I'm getting more and more excited. It's okay, right? Now, I hope, who knows, it will come one day. If it's not Adam's, it's okay for others if they are rich.

While engrossed in daydreaming, a bright red car passed by. I glared, opened my eyes, and made sure it was the car that had stepped on the puddle yesterday until my skirt was wet. Maybe because of him, I failed to get a job.

I stood up, picked up a relatively large rock, ran towards the red Ferrari, and stopped him. "Hey, stop!"

It was ten centimetres left, and the red Ferrari was about to hit me, but it stopped. I still had time to think that if I hit his car, I might ask him to pay compensation, which is not cheap.

Well, the car door is open. A man comes out. The style is relaxed, like a Korean drama scene introducing calm the main character. The man was wearing a suit and sunglasses. I saw his face. The rock I was preparing to throw fell when he removed his sunglasses.

"Don't you know that your behaviour is dangerous?" Adam asked with a straight face, but his eyes were deadly. He glanced at me, then at a rock falling on the asphalt. "Do you want to throw stones at me?"

"Yes, dear. I mean, I want to throw, but use love. Can you?" I asked in a flirtatious manner.

"Don't be weird. Go home." Adam got back into the car.

It was then that Mr Chiu's words resonated. I can't give up. Isn't it time to kiss? So I stayed standing in front of the car. Adam is out again.

"Do you want anything else?" he asked. I wonder why her tone is still flat instead of snapping or something.

"Want to give this," I said, holding out brownies.

Adam accepted. I thought it was going to be thrown away, though.

"Thank you. Are you satisfied? Now go home," Adam begged.

"No, I want a job. I want to be a lawyer at CUAN Law Firm."

"You can't; you don't meet the qualifications."

"I'm ready to learn," I said persistently.

Adam stood up straight. We stared at each other in an unromantic place, the car park, until I was confused about whether to stay standing or pass out.

"I thought you had no strengths, but I was wrong. You have a tenacity that amazes me. Then I accept you, "said Adam.

Wow, am I mishearing?

"Not as a junior associate, but as my private secretary," he said.