Where Is He Going?

It is usual for people who are being helped to be grateful. Unfortunately, Moon fell asleep because of the effects of the medicine she was taking. Andromeda didn't want to linger and struggled to wait for Moon.

He had already paid all the expenses needed for the woman, at least he knew that the woman's name was Mikayla. That's enough. Since his cell phone was ringing loudly and loudly, it meant that he would have another fight with his father at the office.

Moon thought nothing during her sleep. She blinked more slowly, trying to wake herself up, who had been asleep for who knows how long. What is clear, she feels her body is better for now.

Her hand felt numb when she tried to sit up. At that moment, her eyes saw her right hand pierced by an IV needle. All right, this isn't funny. She got infused like this.

"Already up?" From the side, I don't know when the figure came, She smiled kindly and checked Moon's body.

"Yes, Ma'am, I got this infused?" asked Moon, a little stiff to say it.

The nurse frowned at that. The accent that Moon used was very unusual. Heard as if the woman was still not very fluent in Australian accent.

"Yes, because your tension blood was deficient, plus you seem tired, the doctor had to give you an IV."

Moon could only nod her head as a sign that she understood. She still can't speak fluently. The effect of her being too long in the Netherlands.

The nurse was still curious. "But, it doesn't seem like you don't have a nation of Australians, right?" she asked carefully.

Mikayla chuckled hearing that. Indeed she still looks Australian, but her soul is mixed. "Yeah, I've been abroad for too long, so I'm speechless ..." said Moon, grinning.

The nurse was just having fun. She didn't talk anymore because the doctor had arrived.

"Wow ... it's okay, you can go home in a moment," said the man in the white coat, typical of his profession. The man was young, maybe 32 years old, Moon could see.

"Thank you, Doc," replied Moon with a smile.

"But ... the man who took me to where doc?" Her mind was back to remembering the person who had helped her.

"Wow, did you? It seems like leaving earlier … you can go home yourself later?" the doctor asked again, worried.

Moon was confused, she hadn't said her thanks, but the man was gone. Hope to meet, but it's unlikely.

"Euhm ... Ma'am?" Moon tried to approach the administrator.

She's been allowed to go home.

"May I help you, Miss?" One of the nurses sitting there responded to Mikayla.

"I want to pay for my treatment, Ma'am,"

"In whose name?"

"Mikayla Moon," added Mikayla as he took out her current debit card.

As the nurse tried to enter the data, she looked back at Mikayla.

"This has been paid, Miss," she said.

Mikayla could only sit down, she didn't know she had been paid. Then why couldn't she get the information? She doesn't know, the man is very mysterious.

Mikayla has returned to her own home. She chose to tidy up her messy little house, not to mention her hungry stomach. Haven't bought groceries and also...

She's so grateful that there is an online motorcycle taxi service that can order food. That's very helpful.

The girl was eager to tidy up her house, especially her clothes, which she arranged as neatly as possible. Life itself is still going on. Being a single woman is just a different place to live now.

***

"Okay, so why did you choose to apply at our company? Isn't it clear that in the Netherlands, you are more qualified for a career?" The woman who wore rimless glasses could see how intimidatingly she looked at Mikayla. The latter was sitting in front of them firmly.

Mikayla wore a black suit that fit her body and a knee-length skirt and her black hair was tied like a neatly combed ponytail.

Her hands are clasped in her lap but with a puffy chest and a confident smile that no one can beat. The aura released by Mikayla could eliminate the confidence of other prospective employees.

"Yes, indeed, but I decided to work and live in Victoria. I am still an Australian nation. In Europe, it is more capable, but all of that cannot be a challenge for me who wants a new atmosphere and different working conditions."

Moon even described it in her composure at this point.

Honestly, if you want to say nervous, then Mikayla will feel the most nervous. She has better Dutch skills but not with English Australian, which is still hard to pronounce.

She passed all interviews successfully. She will occupy a position as a researcher or she could become a supervisor or indeed become an RND manager. It all depends on which part is suitable for the girl herself.

Mikayla chose to go home immediately after taking a series of tests and interviews at this relatively new company. Moreover, she is so attached to her educational background in science that at least she doesn't have to deviate from her work later.

Her hands play the steering wheel smoothly after two weeks of practising traffic rules in this developing country. Moon was so observant. Looking around her, she drove her car to the CBD Melbourne area, which has a lot of culinary and green scenery when heading towards the top.

"Yes, Mam ... Mama, why are you so fussy? I'm still intact. My cousins will come here, Mam, you don't have to worry about it …." Mikayla tried to calm her mother, who worries about her every day.

She stopped at the courtyard of MCD, a junk food restaurant he rarely visited when she was in the Netherlands. Unfortunately, she still didn't have much to cook here. After all, she still wanted to satisfy her stomach by tasting all the Australian dishes.

Starting with the Meat pies, vegemite, and whatever she goes through. Luckily, her father still sends her money to live here.

Moon started to enter the restaurant and ordered the standard menu, but ... if you say the taste will be the same as in Europe, it's wrong.

"Hu'um...," Moon muttered by cramming the burger she ordered.

For some reason, all the menus are very different, more tasted between salty, sweet, and sour. Diverse, especially with the sauce. She had to taste the shock on her tongue at the spicy taste. Spicy, not a stinging heat in the throat like pepper.

Chilli. Yes, chilli is a challenge for her who can't even tolerate the spicy taste anywhere.

"Eh, that's just level 5. I still don't feel it ..."

Mikayla cringed, listening to the Asian teenager ready to order her food menu but with a spicy level that made her faint.

'I'm level one already wanting to die. How come they can order level five like that?' Her mind protested in admiration.