The story of a new graduate who starts working with the person next to him who is always trying to get to him.

Aiya: What are you looking at?

People next door: Look at cute people ;)

Heavy or troubling work

It's known as hard work. Who will like this? Even Anu, a young boy who just graduated and has his first serious job in life.

From the time I was at university, I had dreamed up many dreams about plans to change my life to be better than before.

In the end, it was just a sweet dream floating around like that!

The truth that must be faced is too difficult to describe. All co-workers Nervousness from the boss who is constantly posing with authority. Where is the work that keeps coming at us and doesn't stop until we almost don't even touch the word break?

The physical and mental energy that must be wasted every day is very heavy.

“Anya, this work needs to be fixed. It is not correct.” The middle-aged man put the work on the table in front of him and pointed out the mistakes.

“Yes, I will fix it for you immediately.” A word that was like an automatic sentence was entered as a response.

Anya hurriedly held the paper in her hand before rushing to fix everything quickly. Watching the time tick by so quickly, you have to move your hands faster to make time.

Every day passed by like this until it became a daily routine. It wasn't until the hands of the clock turned to point to number five in the evening that I was freed from this stressful job.

Were there many times when you thought it would be a good idea to resign? But I could only think about it. Just as the mouth must eat, the stomach must cry out when hungry. Just as money comes to fill and fill the gaps of desire.

The walk home remains the same today. Repetitive to the point of being boring Anya laughed sarcastically to herself as she walked and searched for the key to open the room.

“Are you done with work already?” a greeting from someone next to the room rang out with a smile.

An only nodded in response because he really didn't like this man. I don't know why I always like to wait for him.

“Are you tired from working?” the other person continued to chat in a good mood.

“Wherever you work, you won't get tired,” An answered in a sarcastic tone.

He wasn't normally this kind of person, but because of the stress and exhaustion that surrounded him, his mood was very unstable. Anu doesn't like herself right now, but it never goes away.

The person who received the answer just smiled and accepted. That made Anh feel very displeased. Unashamedly admitting that you are really jealous of the happiness that the other person has. Envy mixed with feelings of irritation to the point where you have to slam the door on the other person and walk into the room.

After entering, Anya took off her uncomfortable work clothes and threw them in a basket before going to lay down on the sofa like a battery with a red line that was nearly dead.

Once he had rested, the stories his boss had told him before leaving work flowed in again after his anger subsided.

'Anya who doesn't pass the probationary promotion will have to wait to produce more work and show more potential in order to be promoted to a full-time employee', those are only elegant words from someone who is an employer.

After thinking about this matter from the time I worked at the office until I arrived home, I still couldn't find a good answer for myself.

Should I continue or is this enough?

Stress and tiredness come to the point where you almost don't want to live your life anymore. Inside my heart right now I can hardly stand it. If I were to go and vent my frustrations with a friend who was only in a relationship, besides telling Anu's story behind my back, I would probably be ridiculed even more.

If it were to be discussed with family members, it would only cause the mother, who is the only member at home, to be even more worried and stressed than before. Which Anu doesn't want to happen. At this time, all I can do is rely on friends in difficult times like before. So that we never leave each other's side once.

Anya grabbed a t-shirt and shorts and casually put them on, dragging her favorite sandals and heading straight to the store located not far from the rental room.

When he arrived, he opened the cooler, picked up a can of his favorite brand of beer, went to pay and walked out and sat down on the side of a sidewalk that was fairly quiet and free of people.

Slender fingers used force to open the beer can before taking a drink. A bitter taste that is no different from life now will help heal Anya's broken heart. Even if it doesn't provide relief for just a short period of time, it's still better than no relief at all.

Just one can of beer is enough for even the faint of heart. During times like this, Anya would often give up one meal to buy something to relieve stress. Even though it's not good, being able to taste the tension in your heart is still good for yourself.

When she finished drinking the liquid from the can, An felt dizzy. The small figure stood staggeringly to put away the can. But maybe because of drunkenness he was unable to put the things in his hand into the disposal box.

"Let me help you," came the voice of a mysterious person as he picked up the trash in An's hand and threw it away.

"Who...?" Anya narrowed her eyes at the newcomer in confusion.

This is because the amount of alcohol in the bloodstream causes the brain to slow down more than normal. An tried to focus for a long time but couldn't remember the name of the person in front of her.

"Don't you remember me?" The other person reached out his arm to support An, seeing that An was unsteady on balance. "How much did you eat, hmm?"

Anna was silent for several seconds to process before shaking her head in denial until her hair was completely messy. Another person who saw this laughed softly, lovingly at the cuteness.

"Normally, I just stay in my room. Why did I come out to drink today?" the stranger said softly to himself.

But Anya thought that was a question and thought about why. The more I thought about it, the more my head ached and I had to face myself in displeasure. Anya now has only emptiness in her head. Can't remember anything for a while.

"I don't know...Anya doesn't know."

"Yes, I don't know. You don't have to think about it, good person. I'll take you back to your room." After that he helped Anh slowly walk back.

Another person looked very familiar with the route. Anya glanced at the other's gentle face from below all the way until they reached the guest room.

The two didn't say anything until they reached in front of Anya's room.

"Where do you put the key?" A hand reached out in front of An, asking for the key to open the room.

But Anya had a dazed look on her face and patted her bag towards her. His brows furrowed together when he couldn't find what he was looking for, so he turned the bag inside out. The sound of coins hitting the floor could be heard throughout the corridor, but there was still no sign of the room key.

"Where is it?" Anya muttered in confusion before pursed her lips and looking like she was about to cry. "Why isn't there?"

"No, I won't cry." The person standing next to him rushed to comfort him as soon as he saw his fussing expression.

He had never met Anya when she was drunk before, so he just realized that the other person would have moments where he would act like a three year old child like this, unlike when he used to have a slightly messy face. It must be true that the saying goes that drunk people tend to reveal their hidden selves and their weak sides.

"But if I don't have a key, I can't enter the room." Clear tears began to flow from her eyes and she spoke in a sobbing voice. "So..huh, where will Nong An sleep?"

"Shh, stop crying." An's words made the other person's heart melt into tears. Slender fingers were brought up to gently wipe away the tears that were streaming down Anu's face. "If you can't enter Nong An's room My room is still available."

Anu looked at the sweet smile of the person in front of her before agreeing, not knowing that she was being tricked into taking her into the next room.

The room is decorated in clean white tones. The surrounding objects are arranged in an orderly manner, which indicates the personality of the room owner very well.

"Sit here and be a good boy for now," the person next to the room said after taking Anya to sit on the bed before withdrawing to prepare something to wipe the drunk person's body.

Anya looked around the room with curiosity until she caught sight of a photograph attached to the wall in front of her desk. That picture was the only one stuck in this room.

“What are you staring at like that?” said the person who came out of the bathroom with a basin and a towel in hand.

"The picture looks familiar." Anu tilted his head and looked at the picture curiously.

"How can you not be familiar with that? That's a picture of Nong An," said another person, fearing our heads in our throats.

"An? Why is Nong An's picture here?" This time, new doubts came in again, causing An to ask.

"Come wipe your face and eyes first. I'll answer."

Aan held out her face for another person to wipe with consent. When the other person had finished taking care of everything, An began to play the role of a young man, asking questions incessantly throughout the night until the owner of the room had to scold him for forcing him to sleep in order for him to stop.

In the morning Ma-an was hit by the sunlight until she couldn't sleep anymore and had to open her eyes feeling dizzy before panicking because she thought that today was very late and she would definitely be late for work.

But when he raised his head and looked around, he found that the room was different from before. Anan's room is not this neat.

"Are you awake, Miss An?" A teasing voice came from the bathroom door as a tall figure appeared.

Aan gasped. Blood pumped all over the face until it turned red as the pronoun the other person called pushed the memories of the previous night back until every scene was complete.

'Why do you have to put up a picture of Noo An?'

'Have you changed from Nong An to Nu An?'

'Uh, please answer quickly.'

'It's because I'm cute. That's why I brought cuteness and posted it as encouragement to work and earn money for me. But I still don't accept what you gave me.'

What have we done? This story is so crazy. Anan shook his head in embarrassment so intensely that the owner of the room had to reach out to intervene so that the younger man could not harm his own body again.

"Don't hurt yourself." The other person held An's hand and said in a sad tone. "If you're not satisfied with anything, just tell me."

"Well..." Anu was speechless, unable to speak about what happened last night.

"Or is Nong An not happy that I brought her to the room?"

"No, I've bothered you a lot and I'm sorry." Anu bowed her head and said, acting inappropriately.

"No, I don't want an apology. Would you like Nong An to call you by name?" Another person said the request because Anu hadn't called his name even once.

The embarrassment rose again until his face was all hot. His body began to feel restless for a moment before he spoke the other person's name. But the sound that emitted was fainter than the sound of a mosquito flying.

"I didn't hear you at all. Call again." The person in front of him looked at Anya with a wide smile.

"Brother...I love you." This time, the voice's volume increased in volume, but Anu still lowered her head and spoke.

"Yes, my name is Rak. But right now, I love Anu so much that I want to be my boyfriend so bad :)"

THE END

We wrote this story with inspiration from venting the frustrations of work and things around us that we encountered during this time. Thank you to all readers who both intended and were interested in reading.