A DEEP WOUND

Raise Child

"You get dressed first" said Salsa, putting on my bag of clothes.

I smile at Salsa. It feels good to have such a good friend. If there's no Salsa, I don't know where I'll stay. Especially in Mataram city. I don't know the way. And ... I honestly don't know anything.

 

Choosing to work is a big risk for me. It's not easy actually to make this decision. But I always confidently pedenya in front of Mom and Salsa if I can do all this.

 

"By. Then you will come out, yes, we will eat together" Salsa said, stroking my shoulder.

I smile again and don't want to talk too much. Which is on my mind right now. Whether I'll be comfortable or not stay at Salsa's house. My question the other day kept me thinking.

However, trying with good intentions and thinking no-no God willing I would be comfortable in the house of Salsa. Salsa was a good person and her parents were kind to me too. I'm sure it is.

 

With a slow step, I opened the door. Down the stairs one by one. This time Salsa's room was upstairs. Feeling a bit awkward, I tried to smile broadly when all eyes seemed to be paying attention. Including Riko Brother who has since returned my smile.

 

"Relope, Deck. Here sit down" said Riko to me.

"Yes, Brother. Thank you," I replied again, pulling the chair I was about to sit on.

About five minutes passed. Everything was still quiet without anyone opening a conversation with each other. I also continued to eat my nose with a slightly embarrassed face and felt awkward eating with the Salsa family.

In fact, I had eaten with the Salsa family the first time to his house. But somehow, this feeling felt a little embarrassed and unpleasant. Is this what Mother says discomfort.

"So ... You work at Buk Fatma's shop?" ask Salsa's father to see me.

For a moment I was silent. Then Riko answered her father's question to me first. "Yes, Dad. He works at the store, Buk Fatma," replied Riko. "Buk Fatma is my friend's mother, Da. Where you work tomorrow."

"Oouuhhh. So, who's got that shop called, Buk Fatma, brother?" ask again. I took a glass of water near me.

"Lohs. How do you know where you work?" ask Salsa's father again.

"Yes, Da. Didn't you know when you entered the application?" ask Salsa again.

 

I was silent for a moment after gulping down my drinking water. "I know .. who has his friend's shop Kak Riko, Uncle, Bik," I replied.

 

"Yes. Yeah, Buk. He knew that I had the shop, "again Riko helped answer.

"Oh, yeah, Da. Tomorrow you are in anthin Riko's sister left for work. You are one way to work, Riko."

I smile at my best friend. It feels forced if you have to continue to trouble Riko. I wish I could go with Salsa, but I didn't.

I don't want to have to accept it. They're willing to help me anyway.

******

 

Eight o'clock exactly. I'm ready\-ready to go to work. And certainly not to forget with Riko. My best friend's brother.

Wrapped in a white shirt and wearing black trousers and shiny pantel shoes. Really, I was a little amazed to see the appearance of Riko as she stepped closer to me.

 

Lastly, Salsa recounted that his brother worked in a State-owned Bank. In the past, I thought that he would serve as a teacher in Primary School. Apparently not. God appointed him to work as a bank clerk.

"Yuk. Deck," said Riko to me. And long enough to wait for him, almost thirty minutes. Getting upset, it's impossible too.

We also went on a matic bike. "Sorry, yes, Deck. Today I don't use a car. The car will be used by Dad."

 

During the trip we did not talk much. Just shut up for each other. For the first time being with a man feels a bit awkward.

Before, I had one car with a man. It's just not this ugly. And of course, I'm sure Riko with the man I once loved is very different.

 

To me, the man\-man I once loved was a traitorous monster. Salsa and Riko were angels sent by God to help me.

 

"It's over, Dek," said Riko, stopping at a shop I've been to before. Where is this shop where I work. About twenty minutes we were on the way.

 

I was confused, and a little embarrassed to go in first. "Sister," I reprimanded with a slightly anxious face.

 

"Yes. Why?" Riko's sister parked her motorbike while making a smile to see me.

Then, I was a little embarrassed by the smile of my best friend.

"Yokk. Brother Anterin come in," asked Riko. I followed him from behind.

We walked into the bakery. And don't forget Kak Riko's friend who had previously met with us waved a big smile welcoming my arrival and Riko's sister.

"Here," Riko told her friend.

"That's Manda's name, isn't it?" ask a friend of Riko's.

"Yes, Brother."

"Yes, already. I unplug first. You want to leave," said Riko told his friend.

"OK okay. Success is always for you" replied his friend again.

"By. I came home from work about 3 o'clock just came here. It is not possible that you are waiting for you. So, later if Manda comes back call Salsa or Brother, yes," Riko told me. I nodded in agreement with Riko. How good he was to me.

 

After Riko left me. I began to be taught how to serve buyers and be kind to customers. Thank God, Riko's friend is also good.

"So, you're Salsa's schoolmate, huh?" ask a friend of Riko's as we both tidied up the bread placed on the shelf.

"Yes, brother," I answered briefly, occasionally tidying up the bread I put. "Oh, yeah. Whose sister's name? Sorry, I forgot Brother's name?"

"My name is Hadi. Mmmmm .. means your house is pretty far away, huh?"

"Where does Hadi know that my house is far away?" ask me again to see my boss's son.

"From your address. The time you're on the terms is clearly written 'n right there."

"Oh, yes. I forgot Brother. Sorry."

There's enough of what we've screwed. In fact, with the friendliness of Kak Hadi did not make me awkward to know him. Usually, if it's been a recent\-close I'm hard to be with someone.

God is fair enough to me. When\-times like this I was met with people\-people who were kind and amazing to me. God willing, I will be able to get through my difficult times later. And started to open up new pages in my life.