In the night in a small apartment where Minah used to live. It was dark and scary, no one lives in the apartments excepted for Minah and the apartment's manager who always gone at night. Right now, Minah was in a small bookstore, working to get money. "Attention, guys. Please gather around here." the shop manager called out. As all of the workwrs included Minah heard it, they quickly gathered together just to hear the news from their manager. "Today topic is about your salary. There will be a bonus for your salary probably in December and each month you all will receive a raise in your salary. " the manager told. All of the workers clapped their hands and cheered. The manager then proudly let his workers continued their job. Unless for Minah, her job was just to arrange all the books. Yet, she didn't had any jobs to do. Like a model, Minah leaned her back on the wall while waiting for any customers to come. "Excuse me, Minah." a voice then startled her. Minah turned back and saw her manager was standing in front of her. "Yes? Can I help, sir?" Minah asked politely. "Just that... Please don't mind of what I say. I just want to recommend you to use this lotion for your face... I know that it is hurting but... you know, for your own benefit. " the manager said kindly. Minah smiled although she found it hurt. She knew that her manager was saying it for a good reason. "And, what lotion is it? " Minah asked calmly, guaranteed that no lotions can help her. Just then, the manager showed Minah a bottle of lotion. "You can take it." the manager said and left Minah alone after saying g