Love Betrayal

Payday

"Nana?" call Juna.

"Yes?"

"Now what are you trying to plan, huh?"

Nana frowned. He did not understand the direction of his lover, Juna's conversation.

"It means?"

"Is stealing now your favorite hobby, um?" said Juna, while continuing to write down the sentence.

Nana was silent. Her anger flared. She can accept if it's an accusation from someone else, but if the accusation is from her own boyfriend, this really hurts. She took several deep breaths to control her emotions.

"Is stealing my heart not enough for you?"

"Heehhh?" Nana shrieked, furious. She threw her pen and it landed on Juna's forehead. "Not funny!" Nana murmured.

"Aakh!! How cruel you are to a handsome man like me, hm?"

Nana pursed her lips, ignoring Juna's complaints and ramblings.

"Ahahaha smile!" Juna pulled the corners of Nana's lips, forming a smile. "Well, this is good! You have to smile if you want to look beautiful, Nana!"

Nana slightly pulled the corners of her lips without being forced by Juna. At least there is still Juna who will always believe in her, so she will feel a little calm.

"Believe me! Justice will surely win," said Juna, gently patting Nana's head.

"Thank you, Juna."

***

This afternoon, as usual, Nana became a waitress at a restaurant. Taking orders, delivering food to customers and washing dishes is her job every afternoon until late at night.

Nana did without complaining. Since her father did not work, she is now the breadwinner of the family.

The clock showed 7 pm, it was time for her to go home. Previously, she had cleaned the entire restaurant. There is a faint smile on Nana's lips remembering today is the end of the month. It's time to get paid.

Nana knocked on her boss's door. She has managed for whatever money she spent. In addition to buying daily necessities, she also set aside to pay school fees.

"Come in!" A deep voice from inside the room.

Nana slowly entered and bowed.

"I've cleaned up all the restaurants, and I'm leaving to go home, Boss."

The man in front of Nana nodded. He took the brown envelope that he had prepared on the table.

"This is your salary for this month. I've deducted it to compensate for the things you broke."

Nana accepted it, she checked the value of the money she just received. Just a few hundred thousand bills. Nana was surprised, this nominal did not match her hard work so far.

"Sorry, Boss. Wasn't our agreement first that you pay me five thousand rupiah per hour? That means as long as I work four hours a day it becomes twenty thousand. I work this month for twenty-six days. My salary should be five hundred and twenty thousand. Why? You only gave me three hundred thousand, Boss?" she protested.

"If you don't accept it, you can get out of here! After all, it's a good thing I still want to hire students like you!"

"Sorry, you can't do this to me! I can sue you!" threatened Nana.

"Sue if you dare! But, just so you know, it's your father who I'm going to sue for causing a ruckus in this place last week!"

Nana froze. She could no longer argue. She couldn't bear to see her father imprisoned.

Last week ...

Prak!!

Pyar!!

There was a commotion at Yusro Restaurant. A man in his 40s had a tantrum. He destroyed some of the furniture in the restaurant.

Nana and several other maids came out of the kitchen to see the commotion. How shocked Nana was when she found out that the troublemaker was her own father, Yudhi.

Yudhi walked unsteadily towards his daughter, he was still under the influence of alcohol it seemed.

"Nana! Why did you leave without leaving money for ayan, honey? I need money to buy a drink," said Mr. Yudhi.

Nana was silent. She was confused about her father's current attitude. All eyes were on them.

Without waiting for his daughter's approval, Mr. Yudhi forcibly pulled the backpack that was still perched on Nana's back. Mr. Yudhi took out the entire contents of his daughter's bag. He found some fifty thousand tucked between the books. His smile grew.

"Ahahaha thank you, My Daughter."

Nana held her father's arm.

"Don't pay that money, Dad! It's to pay this month's tuition," Nana pleaded.

Mr. Yudhi just waved Nana's hand.

"The devil cares about your school! You'd better work now, you don't have to go to school anymore!" said Mr. Yudhi as he stepped out of the restaurant.

Nana sat limply on the floor. She doesn't know her father anymore. Her father had completely changed. Her tears just flowed even though she tried to hold them back.

"Why have you changed now, Father?" she muttered.

***

Nana is at the front of her class. She repeatedly exhaled harshly, afraid that yesterday's events would repeat itself. What must he do to uncover the truth?

"Good morning, Nana?" A young man suddenly came and put his arm around Nana's shoulders.

Nana turned.

"Jun? What are you doing in my class, um?"

Juna didn't answer. He smiled sweetly as he pulled Nana into class with him.

"Attention please!" exclaimed Juna.

The whole class immediately focused on him and Nana.

"We've been hiding our relationship all this time, but just so you know, we've been in a relationship since a year ago. So, whoever dares to disturb Nana, he will deal directly with me. You remember that!" Juna pointed at Panji, "And you, you bastard! I'm still waiting for your apology to Nana."

The banner looked down in shame. He stood and bowed right in front of Nana.

"Nana, I'm sorry! You can spit back at me or even hit me. The one who put Rizka's cell phone in your bag was me," said Panji, regretfully.

The whole class cheered on Panji's stupidity. They gave Panji hateful looks. One by one Nana's friends apologized to her.

Nana just nodded. Her mind is still focused on how Juna overcomes all of this? She glanced briefly at Juna.

"I'm really cool, so you don't need to always show your admiration," said Juna arrogantly.

Nana immediately gave her lover an intimate kiss.

Before leaving the class, Juna patted Panji's shoulder. The right corner of his lips lifted, forming an indescribable smile.

"You did a great job, My Friend."

***

In a traditional residence, sat a beautiful woman on tatami. Even though she is almost 50 years old, her beauty still shines through. Now she cleans the katana using a white cloth, the katana belonging to her late husband who is originally Japanese.

Someone pushed the door, the beautiful woman paused for a moment from her activities. Her smile grew. She patted the tatami on his right.

"Sit here, Keisuke!"

The man who had just entered the room nodded. He took a position on the right side of the beautiful woman earlier.

"What did mom call me?" he asked.

"After more than a month you didn't come home, is that all you want to say, heum? You're so rude, Kid!"

Keisuke smiled. He knew very well what his mother meant. He came closer to his mother and hugged her.

To be continued....