Afraid to Widow

Chapter XV (Sahrial Primary)

"Aaaarrrrgggh!" I screamed loudly at Kuta Beach. I pulled my own hair. Why is this so messy? 

As a result of my stupidity last night, I am confused now what to do? Want to stay in Bali. I'm lazy to meet Grizelle. They must be julid to me. However, the cost of living in Bali is very expensive.

I sat in the sand and grabbed my laptop in my backpack. The first thing I did was send a RESIGNATION LETTER to AT Press. After that I booked a plane ticket. Yes, it seems like I have to go back to Yogyakarta. In Yogya, everything is cheap. Eating cat rice can be 5000.

***

After Bali, I went back to the old room. Lah, from on to Medan, which there are neighboring. 'Far away, but still kere too.' Medan people abstain from going home before success.

My arrival back to the boarding house was greeted by a cynical look from Ms. Kos. "Well, why are you back here again? She's the boss' husband."

"My divorce, Mom. Is there an empty room?"

"Hahaha .. your boss finally opened his eyes and continued nyesalah same marriage you kere."

Damnit. Even bullied by mom kos. "Udah deh Bu, don't bother. Is there an empty room? If there isn't, I'm looking for another cost."

"What a coincidence, your room hasn't been filled. But you have money, right? I don't want any more drama."

"Silent. There's dong." I took a pile of hundreds of thousands of dollars out of my pants pocket.

Grizelle's got a lot of atm from various banks. Well, when signing a contract marriage, I was given atmnya Bank BCA. It is worth Rp. 1,500,000, I pulled a million rupiah.

"There's still a lot of money for you."

I counted the money. Five hundred thousand pieces, I hand them over to the boarding house. "Pas right?"

"Yes, the key. Beware of drama skipping kos again."

"Looky."

Kos settled. The rest thought about how to pay a fine of five hundred million to Grizelle and find a new job.

***

I came back to AT Press wanting to say goodbye and take the stuff that's here. It just so happens that there is Miss Nazneen.

"Sahrial, I've received your email. Are you sure you want to resign? Whys? Less pay?"

I'm shaking. "No, Ma. Try the new atmosphere. After all, I've got Gisel's talaq."

The word 'talak' triggered a stir. All AT Family on the approach. "Huh? A talaq? How can? Just got married?"

"Hmmm .. length of story. You ask Gisel directly. Oh yeah, I'm here to say goodbye to all of you. Sorry, I work here a lot wrong, often angry with you and others and all take things."

"If it's your decision, I don't have the right to hold you back." Ms. Nazneen was seen playing her phone. "Your salary this month and the pengason I have transferred yes. You can work better."

It was hard leaving this office. The CEO is too good. Royal super. Always on payday time, love surprise bonuses when books sell a lot and like to buy employees suddenly when the national online shopping day. Just this time I found a boss like Miss Nazneen. In the future, either my boss can be as good as him or not.

I bowed my body. "There are many ma'am over everything. Then I'll step down. Assalamualaikum."

***

I tried to ventured to call Ayak and Mamak in Medan for help to pay the penalty to Grizelle. From the beginning they did not agree that I went to Yogyakarta. They want me to take care of Grandpa's legacy fields.

I want life to change. I don't want to be looked at by my neighbors. They always insinuate me with the words, "grandfather so the end scholar also like his father." That's why I'm moving. Although it has been predicted anything happens can not ask for money to parents.

"What's? Find you just marry Grizelle's contract? Now you have to pay a penalty of five hundred million to your ex-wife?"

I had guessed. My parents must have been shocked when I told them about my contract marriage to Grizelle.

"Yes, Yak, Mommy. Come help Rial pay the penalty. There are still many Ayak rice fields. If sold, it could be over a billion."

"No. You did that, and we'll pay the penalty."

"Come on, please Rial this once. If you don't help, Rial's going to jail."

"Unfortunately, we'd rather you go to jail. That you learn responsibility for your own actions."

"So sure Mamak how could his eldest son be imprisoned? What did the neighbors say? You want to be bullied, have a son inmate?" I'm still trying to seduce them.

"No matter if you have children inmates and bullied neighbors, just move house. However, it is a lifetime sin to let a child run from responsibility."

Damnit. I forgot that Ayak is a customary head that firmly holds the principle. Once no, still not. Failing to get money from parents. Where else to find money?

"Yes, if you don't want to help. Rial's about to kill himself." I tried another attempt.

"Please. Double's sins. Your spirit will be hanging because it has not completed your responsibilities in the world. Then not to mention tortured the grievous grave. Ih, I'm horrified."

Damn double. Even scared Sauce. So shuddered to hear his words. Daritadi's mamaak was silent. He certainly did not dare to oppose Ayak.

 Out of annoyance, I turned off the phone.

***

At 13.00.

I rest in a small shop. I bought cold mineral water. I gulped the water in half. So adem. I swiped a dagger on the forehead. The sun is getting hotter. 

It has been half a day since Yogyakarta muters sought work. Various printing and publishing have been approached, unfortunately they no longer open vacancies. Duh, where else to find work?

"Loh, lo Sahrial pemred AT Press right? What's in here?" greet a guy. 

That guy is Alfian. Former editor of AT Press. Why did you meet Alfian? 

As soon as I remember, Alfian pretty much had a network of friends and his life was. Appears to ask Alfian to help find work.

"Yan, I'm asking you to please?"

"What?"

"Find me dong's job."

"Huh? Kan-lo is an AT Press executive. Salary there is less so get to work again?"

"Udah. Because abis cere and Grizelle."

"Huh? How can?"

I also began to tell about the marriage contract with Grizelle.

"So that's the story? Lo bego anyway. Should have been sabarin aja first until he managed to rob the treasure of Grizelle as much as possible. The purpose of the marriage contract is money."

I was upset by Alfian's words that bego-begoin me. However, the other side acknowledges that speech has a point as well. The goal of a contract marriage is money. Why am I in such a hurry to die Grizelle is just a trivial matter?

I looked at the cynical Alfian. "You say you've had the experience of robbing a girl's treasure."

"Duh, sori yes. I am rich. No need to rob a girl's treasure. There's a girl who wants to melorotin my treasure."

"Kok Bu Nazneen even married Mr Nalesha?" my lips.

Alfian's face turned sour. I giggled inwardly because it managed to checkmate him.

"Kok lo still ledekin me anyway."

"Why would you help me find a job for me?"

"I'll call my friends first. They have no vacancies. I think I mending you refer to Grizelle aja. Secure your financial sentosa."

Refer to Grizelle? Still possible?

***

From a distance I saw the AT Press office. Come in, prestige. Fear bullied. Grizelle must have dramatized the story to AT Family.

Suddenly I saw Grizelle out of the office. Then he looked familiar chatting with a man. Who'sis that? I tried to blink my eyes at the man.

Oh, my God, that's Budiman. Newspaper handlers who used to deliver newspapers to AT Press. Could Budiman be my replacement? My pride feels like I'm being trampled on.

I can't let my gold mine be taken by a guy like Budiman. I have to act now.

Approach them.

"Grizelle, why are you the same? You're still my wife knows."

Grizelle's eyes glared when she saw me coming. 

"Mbak Gisel, sorry I have to go back to selling newspapers again," said Budiman nervously.

Good he's gone. Don't come back to take my gold mine.

Moments later some AT Family was out of the office. They looked at me with a look like they saw a thief.

"What is this storm?" ask Miss Nazneen. "Well, Sahrial why are you here? Have you resigned, have any of your things left behind?"

"My heart's missing here, ma'am."

"There's nothing, ma'am," Grizelle said. His eyes turned to look at me sharply. "Sahrial, why are you here? Come with me now!"

This is the right time to express the desire to refer to him.