ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LXI: Be a Good Wife!

Before the lecture begins, there is certainly a lot to be prepared. Moreover, I have to determine the location for practical work.

For engineering students like me, practical work is one of the requirements for graduation determinants. We are required to plunge into the real world of work, in order to be able to adapt in the work environment, feel bitter in the work so that later it will not be awkward when plunged into the savage real world.

Homo homini lupus.

The term was coined by Plautus, meaning that man is a wolf to others. Like wolves, humans will prey on each other. I think this is true. Humans will stab each other to survive.

Unfair job competition out there, makes me a bit daunted to plunge into it. The law of the jungle applies, the strong will survive while the weak will be eliminated.

That's life.

After being satisfied to enjoy Surabaya and its contents, the mother must return to her habitat in Jombang. The hospitality of the Dahlia family is deeply moved. Before returning home, he got a special beautiful negligee from Mamah Dahlia. an elegant batik patterned negligee, which is actually not suitable if used in the village!

Weni also got an additional allowance. Pretty good, make a school tool purchase.

“Let's say hi mom to Laras ya, Bi. Sorry, I can't stop by because I have to rush home. Mother's mind is not calm,” said mother while packing clothes.

“Beres, Mom. Later if it is right to meet Laras not to be used,” I replied.

Dahlia just smiles at my mom's message. I can't guess what's lodged in his head. When viewed from the face, there is no hint of jealousy. To him, Laras was not a heavy rival. From the weight factor, of course it is true.

“Oya, almost forgot!” Suddenly I unpacked the bag again. He pulled out a plastic bag. It might contain instant food or something. It's not my business to peek at the contents of that package.

“What is Mak?”

“I forgot that this titipin is the same as his mother Laras. Convey yes?”

Ow hell!

This means, I will meet Laras again in the near future. But the mother's trust certainly should not be ignored. At once saw the condition of Laras after a visit to Malang the other day. Is he still not feeling good, or has subsided.

Mom and Weni are escorted by Dahlia at Gubeng Station. I took them off with full force. The togetherness that was only the blink of an eye left a deep feeling. Expect it to be longer, but what power we have each obligation in a different world.

Surabaya is my little world. Abhimanyu World.

After my mother died, I faced the real world. Likuan life around campus forced to concentrate. For practical work preparation, I searched a lot for information about manufacturing companies that were relevant to the study program I was pursuing. All my friends and connections contact one by one, so that the business this time is not zonk. Really, this requires a sacrifice of energy, time and of course not a little funding.

For this reason, the agenda of learning to drive with Coach Dahlia must be temporarily postponed. He understands that.

After struggling here and there in Surabaya and surrounding areas, practical work proposals received answers from an electronic manufacturing company in the Gresik area.

It's a little far from the contract, but it's okay. The name of the struggle, of course, must be accompanied by effort. That is, I had to get up early to catch a company bus that was ready to pick up at some point in Surabaya.

Before actually plunging in, I prepared all sorts of documents, as well as mental and physical preparation. The world of work is new to me. Even though it was only three months, I tried to maximize the narrow time to dig deep knowledge, so as not to waste plunging into the field of this work.

“You became a practice in Gresik?” ask Darwis, when I put together the documents in a map.

“Iya. It's been acc. Just action,” I replied.

“I still can't get a place! I want it in Madura. But in Madura there are no big companies. That's why I'm confused,” complained Darwis.

Iba also saw the manoeuvred Dervish with a desperate look. I took a deep breath, how do I encourage him? Wrong him too. Yesterday I took a survey to several companies, he did not want to reason later. Now that the time was near, he still could not practice.

“You don't have a channel - does Bi?” ask Darwis.

“Channel? If my company doesn't exist, Dar.”

“Try asking your friends or acquaintances who work in the company or have a company like that. I am ready to serve,” said Darwis resigned.

“Kan must also be in accordance with our majors, cannot be from the company we take,” explained again.

“Iya, I know. But my brain is now clogged. Can't think. It makes it bad to eat not good to sleep. My depression. Yesterday I was Nanya Dahlia, she also raised her hand, even hurt me. He said I was too lazy so I did not go to the practice area,” complained Darwis.

“Emang! Dahlia really. You are too relaxed. I also want to talk rich that,” my snare.

“You're with Dahlia!”

Seeing my best friend sad, certainly not comfortable too. Suddenly came the name of a businessman who I was sure could help the turmoil of Dervish. To my knowledge, this man is a textile company owner in Sidoarjo.

Ilham Ramadan.

“I'll tell you a day or two today! There must be a way out. You just pray a lot, good luck!” girang.

“Serious you?” ask Darwis as if in disbelief.

“Pray only!”

A scorching afternoon accompanied my return from campus after dealing with all the hassle. I must contact Ilham Ramadhan who incidentally is the husband of Lusi! Lusi's number has been pocketed, just execution.

Very awkward, considering the feeling I am no longer connected. Must strengthen faith.

“Halo,” friendly greeting Lusi heard when I gave myself a call.

“Halo Lusi, it's Abi. How are you?”

“Abi? It's so good to hear your voice. I'm fine, Bi. How are you doing? Didn't think you'd call me!” girang Lusi's.

“Sorry to disturb Luci. I want to ask for a little help can?”

“What help yes, Bi?” Lusi's tone changed. Does he think I'm gonna ask for some money?

I'm not like that, Lucia!

Slow down, I will tell you my purpose and purpose. I explained that currently Darwis really need help for a place for practical work. I hope Ilham Ramadhan, the husband of Lusi, the owner of the textile factory, can help. At least, just provide a place.

The name of Dervish is certainly no stranger to Susi, because we had studied together at the same campus. Lusi also understands that practical work is important for the determination of graduation. So I don't have to go long explaining, let alone talking about personal matters. My goal is only one.

Help Dervish.

That'sthat's all.

“Try later I ask the same Mas Ilham yes, Bi?” said Lusi.

“I'm really asking for help huh, Lus. Poor Darwis. Ntar he frustrated trus fused into the sea would be a long affair,” candaku.

“Hehe. Yes, I tried to make Darwis can practice in Mas Ilham's place. I'll call as soon as possible,” said Lusi.

“Thank you, Lusi!”

“Bi ...,” whispered Lusi.

“Iya Lus?”

“You don't miss me?”

Blaar!

A hydrogen bomb exploded down my heart at once.

What kind of question is this? She should never have asked that, given her position as someone else's wife. I stammered.

This question really ruined my feelings. At a glance, there are memories that have settled at the bottom of the heart.

“Lus, let's call soon. Sorry, I have to focus on college. Be a good wife, Lus!”

I closed the conversation.

Of course, Lusi was upset in the feelings he created himself. Let me ignore her feelings. I buried all the memories that once colored life. After all, she herself chose to leave me. It's purely about Dervish. Not want to replay the stories of nonsense in the past.

Tasty good?

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