A Pile of Misses in Words.

Mas Yoki's Letter:part 3

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One and two friends I called and asked. Also tell myself if there are no job openings.

Until one day.

In early 2006, a friend came home from Bali. And he brings news if there is a vacancy next to where he works.

But it also can not immediately go. Had to wait for a call from him first, about a month.

It turned out that my friend had just given me news as well, and told me.

If my job is a heavy job.

Whatever his job.

As long as it doesn't steal, I accept it.

Two days before my departure to Bali.

I just realized, if I don't have any pocket money at all to go to Bali. I also twisted my brain here and there.

Until finally I get money also for the cost of working in Bali.

That money, too, I got borrowed from brother.

Why should I borrow money.

Because I don't want to trouble both of my parents.

Where the two of them are already in the fog, to finance the school sister and father's treatment.

So with pocket money. It is not even worth going out.

But I still want to leave.

After asking my parents and my grandmother for their blessing.

I honestly never really knew. What is the island of Bali, because I have never been there.

I was just told by my friend over the phone.

What transportation to ride to get there.

Although on the way a bit worried and worried.

Because I was afraid of straying, but I pretended to put on a calm face.

Until I arrived in Bali.

But what I thought from home about Bali Island turned out to be wrong.

Because what I see around me is my existence.

Many people are creepy-faced, with tattoos all over their bodies, and carry liquor in their hands.

What a strange sight to me.

Arriving at the terminal, I immediately contacted my friend.

So that he can pick me up at Ubung Bali Terminal.

But the phone number I went to was not picked up by my friend. Good thing I have my friend's phone number, which I can call.

And after nearly three hours of waiting, my friend finally picked me up too.

It feels so good.

Keep me brought to his place, to stay for a while at his boarding place.

Because I can't work right away.

With a little peeking, I also looked at the contents of my wallet.

Which turns out that I only live twenty thousand rupiah.

Quibble.

Where has not worked anymore, keep my friend also heavy bokek.

While letting go of fatigue on the way I thought.

"How can I get money, to eat. Until I get into work yeah, "my inner in heart.

Until I fell asleep I still haven't found it that way.

Even the morning shows itself.

After the dawn prayer.

I also went out to breathe fresh air. While getting acquainted with the famous exotic nature of Bali.

And don't forget my brain keeps thinking hard, making money for myself to eat.

Until my eyes saw a truck parked out front.

Where the driver just woke up from sleep.

I slowly approached the driver and asked him to have a light chat.

Until I dared to help wash the truck, which looked shabby and dirty.

Turns out my offer doesn't clap one hand, he wants to be helped.

And I'm in action.

Like a professional car cleaner.

But I actually don't know.

How to wash the right truck.

But I think the important thing is to look clean than before.

About an hour later.

I finally finished my job, which was to wash the truck.

Then, the driver gave me a reward of fifteen thousand rupiah

It's okay I thought.

And I received that money.

At least good for my extra grip before work.

A day without activity makes me bored.

After performing the Maghrib prayer.

My friend and I were trying to take a walk. With hope in the heart, who knows this time there is sustenance coming.

And not too far from my friend's house. There's a truck full of snacks, loading up on cargo.

Wow, this is an opportunity.

I went to the jury and said right away.

Again the miracle of Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala appeared as well.

 

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The snack agent immediately agreed to my request.

And as fast as lightning, my friend and I immediately took off their clothes and acted on the truck.

Where the sweat is pouring profusely, accompanied by the muscles of the hands and feet are a little sore.

Krena I've not been in the habit of working like this.

But I just ignored it, though,

to fill my stomach.

Hmmmmmmm.

It turned out to be quite a long job.

And finished the job , until the clock shows the number nine nights.

Shortly after that, my job was done. And now it's my turn to receive the reward.

Well, pretty good too.

That night I received fifty thousand rupiah.

At least enough for dinner tonight and tomorrow morning.

Because I was at work.

The second night in Bali, I passed with a feeling of rage and nervous.

Because tomorrow I'm starting work.

That feeling carried on until I fell asleep. And it didn't feel like the morning was coming. After completing the activity in the morning. I also prepared myself to work.

Exactly around 07.30 WITA.

I went straight to work just a few steps away from my friend's place. After meeting all my new friends.

I was also told, if this company is engaged in the building of marble. Headquartered in Solo.

And just opened a branch in Bali.

After the branch head gave me directions about my work.

The new branch head explained the facilities I received, after being accepted to work here.

What a miracle again.

When my money was very thin.

There is also wisdom behind it.

It turned out that there was already prepared mess.

And plus, I get three meals a day.

"Thank God, thank God" I said thankfully to me for the mercy of Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala.

The more excited I was working.

Even though I'm a new person in my workplace.

I didn't get the good part right away.

I started working from the bottom first as a freight forwarder.

While going to projects.

That's where sometimes my energy is often drained.

Until one day because he was too tired. I can't get up.

Where my body feels all stiff.

I'm not used to working rough.

But after that, a long time ago.

I'm used to it too.

I admit this at my workplace.

I learned a lot about the meaning of life.

And learn to live independently away from those closest to us.

While learning to process their own finances, and set aside some income to be sent to the village.

It took about six months.

I'm gaining trust.

Until I was raised to be a surveyor.

Which he almost spent on the road, and the projects I'm working on.

Although sometimes it still helps to lift things.

Because I could not bear to see my friends, lifting things that were heavy for mercy.

In my new position.

I also hang out with people from all castes of life.

From building porters to bosses.

From the association indirectly, can change little by little .

The shyness and insecurities I've been craving all along.

But there are also negative effects.

Although my English mastery is minimal

Sometimes I get a job to survey, at the home of a bule-bule who lives in Bali. Because of the habit of every bule there guests must be given alcoholic beverages.

I also drink sometimes.

Yeah, my mind at the time.

Count so that the bule so take the goods to us.

But over time, I realized that this habit would make me addicted.

Especially against the religion I follow. So I ventured to ask, and asked to be taught English to guides.

So that I can refuse the offer of welcome drinks that are often served.

But not offend them.