The Hire Room

Meikha just got off a bus. She stepped out of the intercity bus terminal. She looked confused. Because for the first time she came to Jakarta City. And she has absolutely no purpose.

Her status as a recidivist made Meikha have to leave far from her hometown. She didn't want anyone to recognize her and come back to judge her as a fraud.

And now she is in Jakarta. She hoped that in this city, no one would recognize her. She didn't want anyone to recognize her as a conman girl or a crime girl.

The first step Meikha must take is to find the cheapest rental room. Because she only has a small amount of savings to rent a room a month or two before she has a job

Meikha dragged her legs that were tired of walking. In her hand, a piece of paper she held, her whole eyes endlessly swept the streets looking for the street name written on a paper she was carrying. A home address she was looking for. The address was a house she had previously noted down from an advertisement in the paper. A place where the rent per month was very cheap.

"So ridiculous, this address is actually in this country, is it in the middle of nowhere, I haven't met it all the time," Meikha grumbled sitting on the sidewalk, massaging her sore legs. Not yet her shoulders feel sore from carrying a backpack filled with her belongings. Meikha's appearance with her luggage resembles a mountain climber who strays on the streets of the capital, not in the mountains or hills.

Kriuk.

Meikha's stomach voice, which hasn't been filled this morning, is getting more and more billing. Since arriving at the bus terminal earlier, she only had time to drink a bottle of mineral water. And not even a piece of food has entered her stomach.

Meikha then turned her head around looking for a stall where to eat or street vendors hanging around her sitting. From the end of the intersection, she could see a cart selling meatballs perched at the intersection. Meikha also got up from her seat and headed there to fill her stomach with meatballs.

"Sir, mix one meatball, and don't belong!" Meikha ordered then immediately threw her ass on the long bench facing the long table as well. Meikha then glanced at the other meatball customers who were also eating. Fun while waiting for the meatball order to come. She saw the high fence wall that became the barrier to the place where the meatball was hung.

Various brochures and posters of various shapes were attached there. Meikha also reads all of them while waiting for her order yet to arrive. She looked around, there might be a suitable job opening for her.

She had a lot of expertise and skills during the twenty months in prison. Sewing, weaving, batik, and making various kinds of crafts from bamboo and used materials. But not a single job advertisement there. Maybe Meikha should provide the latest newspaper again to look for job vacancies in Jakarta.

Now, a bowl of meatballs was in front of her. Without waiting long, Meikha immediately ate the meatballs which she had previously mixed with various additions of soy sauce, chili sauce with several spoonfuls. Meikha is indeed a champion of spicy food.

"Crazy beautiful girl, I'm happy to see the way she eats ... look ... look!" Several high school children seemed to notice Meikha eating her super spicy meatballs.

One of them catches the picture of Meikha eating the meatball. They do not think that a beautiful girl is eating super spicy, super ignorant meatball like that. Usually, what they often see beautiful girls when they are eating in public will look elegant and calm.

Meikha, who eats her meatballs because she was hungry, was just ignorant of the high school student taking pictures and taking videos of her while eating. After finishing the spicy meatball which only took no more than five minutes, Meikha then drank mineral bottled water in one gulp. And it made the high school kids even more excited because Meikha's way of drinking was far from graceful.

Meikha then got up and took her heavy backpack. Then she approached the group of high school kids. They were shocked because Meikha was already sitting among them.

"Eh S-sis, are you sitting here?" asked one of the high school kids. A beautiful, short-haired girl looks nervous because she is afraid that Meikha will find out that she has taken photos and videos secretly.

"You know, if someone takes photos secretly without permission and intends to distribute them on social media, they will be ensnared by Article 43 of the ITE Law and the sanctions are pretty good, they can be penalized by imprisonment and a fine of 4.5 million rupiah," Meikha said casually looking at one by one. one of their faces that began to look stiffened.

"S-sorry Sis, we were just for fun. Y-yes, we will delete this!" exclaimed the girl with short hair in fear and intends to erase it

"No, I just let you know, if it's just for fun and spread it's okay, but in exchange, you have to pay for the meatballs I ate earlier, deal!" Meikha said, patting the student's shoulder.

"W-what Sis, pay ... eh .. do you bring more money or not?" Asked the girl began to panic and even nodded at her other friends.

"Okay, thank you!" Meikha then left the meatball shop.

"Sir, they paid for the meatballs earlier!" Meikha said ignorantly and walked casually leaving the meatball-seller who immediately glared at the high school kids who were busy taking out their coins to pay for the meatballs Meikha had eaten earlier.

After getting away from the meatball cart earlier. Meikha took a deep breath.

"Pffuhhh ... finally I can eat for free, so my lunch ration is safe today,  there are advantages that I also have an attractive face," said Meikha narcissistically patting her naturally beautiful face that she knows who she got from who. and from where. Because she didn't know what her parents looked like.

Because her stomach has been filled, Meikha's steps are a bit energized, even though it's only bad food when she has to eat better and more nutritious food than the junk food earlier.

And Meikha is still confused about finding the road Kelapa Puan IV. If she had a cell phone, she might be able to use maps.

Meikha was not discouraged, she must be able to find the address no matter what. She didn't hesitate to ask someone on the street. Until finally, Meikha found the address. It is a house with a large yard with an iron fence that was not too high, and at the gate of the house there was a sign that reads "AVAILABLE HIRE ROOM FOR GIRL."