100 Days of Being a Widow

Azka can't get away...

The day still shows at 06:00. Fika was ready to wear black and white clothes. She put on her face with thin makeup. The nude color lipstick stuck to her thin lips.

"Lo's a job interview today, Fik?"

Tanya Nadia who was still wearing a mukena, prepared to perform Dhuha prayers.

Fika replied with a nod, while tidying up the makeup on the lips.

"what company ?" continued Nadia.

"Restaurant, so waithres!"

fika.

"Well...It's a marketing experience. Couldn't get a better job?"

Nadia astonishment. Because previously Fika has reached the level of marketing supervisor at Latifa Bakery.

Fika stopped for a moment her make up activity. Sighs.

"Susual Nad. I'm just a graduate of package C!"

Fika replied to her fate.

"hemva... I hope you can get a better job, Fik. But, for now it's okay to take this job waitres!"

Said Nadia who is still an employee Latifa Bakery as well.

Fika nodded. In his heart, he hoped the same. He wants to continue college, take employee classes. So that later, he deserves a job that is in accordance with his potential.

Fika walks down the hallway, where she currently lives with her best friend. A shoe hils he wears. This time he did not use the online service. In order to save money, Fika had to wear the Commuter Line. Coincidentally the cost where he lived near the train station.

After ticketing. Fika stands waiting for the arrival of commuter train. He saw millions of people gathered there, their struggle must be the same, just a different way, a different path. Across the tracks, a disabled person was waiting for the train. Fika muttered, grateful that God still gave her a complete and healthy body. So that he can still be independent.

The corner of Fika's eyes began to shed tears when she saw the figure of the fathers wearing sticks standing next to her. He was very worried about his father. The circumstances, miss the father who always needed Fika. Usually every morning before leaving for work, Fika will make a cup of warm milk for her father. Make sandwich bread with beef egg filling. Bribed and bathed his father first. No sisters helped. Fika did it with her own hands.

Now, he doesn't even know about his father. "It's possible that the father is happy with his biological son, and also Bu Rania" said Fika.

Commuter arrives. Rania looked at the old man standing next to her. Without a word, Fika immediately helped this old man to enter the commuter that had been crammed with millions of people. He was trying to get a disability priority seat for the father he helped. After making sure the father sat down. Fika was looking for a handle to stand on.

This is the first time I have used a commuter. Since quitting school and deciding to work, the path of life is very smooth, because in the newspaper at that time there was a job vacancy as an OB at Latifaa Bakery and the trip he could take by boarding the angkot just a few minutes.

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"Have you ever worked at Latifa Bakery as a supervisor?"

Ask an HRD at the fast food company.

"Yes sir "Answer Fika while nodding.

"Why can graduates of High School Package C become marketing supervisors, can you explain?!"

Fika nodded. Then start promoting himself.

"I have expertise in public speaking and English. This is my capital to promote the good of office after the OB probition period is completed. Incidentally the company at that time needed a social media admin. After passing the test as a social media admin, then I try to give the best for the company. I work according to SOP and also creative according to company needs. Thus, it didn't take long for me to move up to the supervisor level!"

Answer Fika steadily. Fika's sitting position looks very elegant. HRD reviewed his application several times. Throwing the paper back in his hand.

Fika prepared herself. Tomorrow is the first day for him to work at the international fast food restaurant. The salary given is quite decent, UMR standard.

Fika visited her mother. Brought some of her mother's favorite cheese bread. Pina looks so good eating that bread. Fika was relieved to still be able to give happiness to her mother, even if only through a piece of bread.

"Mom, thank you for your prayers. Tomorrow Fika has started working". Fika said while holding her mother's hand. Pina doesn't bully. He just focused on that delicious piece of bread.

"Mom is healing fast Mom. Fika misses mom's smile..."

Pina suddenly fell silent for a moment. Then I looked at Fika. In. It's like there's hope there.

"Mom...." Fika hopes her mother understands what she is saying. Psychiatricians advise Fika to invite him to continue to communicate and put his mother like a normal human.

Pina looked into Fika's eyes and then started whining in tears.

"Mom..mom why?"

Fika asked overtime while hugging her mother.

"Dani's... Dani..!"'s....!" Pina started to mention Dani's name. Fika realized, it looks like the mother is missing her husband.

"Dad was on medication with Azka. Let me be healthy first, Mom. I'll come see mommy later".

Pina did not respond.

Fika came home feeling claustrophobic. He was hoping for life to return to normal. I hope he has a happy and happy family. Like humans in general.

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It's Fika's first day at work. Fika has a height of 165 cm and skinned sapodilla mature. It has its own way of interacting with its customers. Very humble and able to serve buyers from various foreign countries by using fluent English language. Understandably, the location of the restaurant where he works is flanked by buildings belonging to the embassies of several countries. So many foreign workers stopped to eat at the restaurant where he worked.

"Fika, take this to table number 15!" said another waithres.

"okay!". Fika pushed a trolley containing various foods that had been ordered. The trolley was pushed towards table number 15.

The vision suddenly faded, as he found Azka there. Sitting with his friends, more precisely his business partner.

I want Fika to run away. But he was already close to the destination table. He also remembered that this was his first day at work.

"excuse me..." Fika is trying to keep working professionally. He served the food he ordered. Trying to manage the turbulent emotions in the chest.

Some of Azka's friends praised Fika's beauty. Little mocked.

"Mba, there's less to this..." Said one of Azka's friends.

"Yes...what's less sis?" Fika asked still with a flutter on her chest. His hands were trembling a little.

"less number hp mbak!" Ledek the man and greeted another laugh, except Azka. Understandably, they are young. So much like to joke.

Fika did not respond he realized, that Azka was looking at him with sharp eyes. Fika tried to remain silent. Azka got up, pulled Fika's arm while walking quickly. The entire restaurant stared at Azka and Fika's behavior who joined hands while half running. "want what Azka ...,?!"

"ka...Ka.a.a..i ....!" Fika tried to release her arm. However, Azka did not give him a chance to stop.

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