A Pile of Misses in Words.

Mas Yoki's Letter:part 2

After reading the two pages of the letter that Mas Yoki sent.

I paused for a moment while sipping cold water from the bottle I took from the refrigerator.

From the two pages of letters I read, my feelings began to feel closer and more familiar with Mas Yoki slowly.

And with curiosity and impatience, I immediately continued reading the letter from Mas Yoki to the next page.

Page three:

From there, I began to seek new things from life.

Until I trusted my parents little by little recovered.

All that is not free, because my parents also have to pay attention to my two young sisters.

But that doesn't mean I'm out of control. Where my teaching activities are still going very well.

This is because I grew up in a fanatical family and very hard on the discipline of his religion.

Moreover, I live with a grandmother whose religious values are very high, and very maintain the rules of religious values.

Where my grandmother would not hesitate to always control about prayer.

Whatever we do or how busy we are.

If it is time to pray.

My grandmother was his commander.

Where with a broomstick.

Grandma always asks us all.

"Have you prayed yet?" he asked.

Let's not lie.

To delay prayer, we will not all dare.

Because grandma did not hesitate to hit, so that we all immediately rush prayer.

Well, a glimpse of my grandmother's discipline Dek Wulan.

Even though it looks like a queen.

But sometimes I really miss her tongue broom punch again.

Hehehe.

Okay, Dek Wulan.

We go back to my school days. Most of the schools are in girls.

Big lie, if I'm not interested in one of the girls who go to school where I also go to school.

But maybe it's just monkey love.

In the first year there were not many achievements that I could carve.

Maybe I lost to a female student who persevered in her studies.

I was a rather naughty student.

Because up to three times he was called

Teacher of Counseling Guidance (Teacher BP).

Perhaps now more often known by the change of the term counseling to counseling, his name changed to Teacher Guidance Counseling (Teacher BK).

But all the mischief that I did was still within the limits of fairness and not to call my parents all.

It is safe and well controlled.

I also had to redeem it by becoming the manager of the school cooperative.

Where the sanction for the punishment I received for my delinquency, is to aim a little to reduce my delinquency.

But here I am not the only one in the organization.

My bandmates also joined.

However, we are all separated and not made into one.

Maybe so we don't make mischief together anymore.

Entering in the second year began there is a system of majors at my school that.

There are three majors including:

1.Secretary: usually only in the contents of students who want to be office people.

2.Accountancy: which most of his students like to carry large and thick ledgers.

3.Sales: Well, if this one is filled by students who want to be sales.

And most of it was filled with rather wayward and naughty children including me in it.

Recalcitrant or naughty here, not like brawling on the road, or doing extreme actions to endanger others.

Not like that, Dek Wulan.

But the recalcitrant only in the classroom is like sleeping in the classroom when the lesson hours are underway, disturbing the teacher who is teaching and others.

Besides, I also studied hard. Although not as intense as SMP time.

My concentration is divided.

That's because of the practice of playing ball with friends and playing ball.

The school is good at vocational school, every three months before the class increase.

All students are required to follow the practice of industrial work.

The benefits can be placed in the agency or company related to their respective departments.

At that time I was placed in a beverage packaging company.

Entering my third year of school.

I began to leave little by little my habit of playing music.

It's hard to be a musician.

So I want to refocus on the exams at the end of school, which is a lot of asking for forgiveness.

Until all stages of the test were round and the results of the grades I got also did not disappoint.

After graduation, I was confused.

He wanted to go to college, but he was sick.

So I decided to just find a job.

To help my family's economy at the time.

 

Page four:.

Work, romance and the shadow of the future.

After being aware of the condition of my family, which did not allow me to continue my education in college.

So I decided to just work.

Moreover, the condition of the father who is no longer feasible, to continue working in government agencies.

And requires him to retire early.

This is because the father suffered from high blood disease and stroke.

WAW.

I think the world wants to end for me.

But I tried to be calm, asking for guidance from Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala.

Until I decided to migrate to Surabaya, armed only with a diploma and a mediocre allowance.

Fortunately in Surabaya there are brothers who want to accommodate me while looking for work.

Get off the angkot and walk down the factory area.

Then ask about job vacancies from one place to another.

That's what I've done.

Up to almost every day for about two months.

Although some are willing to accept and must take the test.

But it was all for nothing, because I didn't know any insiders.

So that I cannot be accepted to work.

Until one day.

There is a friend of my brother who wants to help myself, to be able to work in his place.

But it still waits for a few more days.

Until I can work there.

And I just realized.

If the supplies or pocket money I bring from home is getting thin.

Wanting to ask your brother must be ashamed.

So I decided to work anything.

The point is to be able to survive and to find work.

So when there are friends who invite rough work.

I'd like to.

And that's what I did, without my brother's knowledge.

From there, I finally got to hold the money again.

Even though the rough work was only a week, because I was accepted to work at my brother's friend's place.

From then on I worked in a paper mill in the Sidoarjo area as a contract employee, who every three months had to be willing to rest and call again.

Starting from the liftman to become the warehouse administrator.

I did it at that place.

For about two years I stayed in that place.

Until at the end, there is an increase in Fuel Oil (BBM) and there is a mass Termination of Employment (PHK).

Where I was affected was also.

Confused about where else to look for a job.

But I remain patient.

With only severance money.

I tried to survive and find another job.

But almost three months happened.

There are no job openings either.

Until I saw the contents in my wallet were very thin, and only enough for the cost to return to the village.

I also think than in the city to be a burden brother.

I finally decided to go home.

Even though I don't know in the village.

What I work for.

But than I am unemployed in the city.

I'd better be unemployed in the village.

And can help grandma sell rice in the market.

After arriving home.

All my family gave me encouragement.

If one day, there will be a job for me.

Honestly, I am deeply moved by the attitude and support of my family.

I am proud to have a family like them.

During unemployment in the hometown.

I also look and introspect a lot.

I think about a lot of things that make me a very shy person.

And just doing activities inside the house.

I know Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala is fair to his servant.

And I believe that Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala must change the course of my life someday.

I also continue to work.

By asking about work with every new friend coming from overseas.