Between Love and Traditional Java
My busyness
Lebaran will come again. The shop will be crowded. There is a lot of preparation to be done. This is my second year working here. I began to busy myself to soon forget about my love problems. I try to enjoy my day by working. I serve the customer as best I can. I tried how to sell products quickly and exceed the target.
I love marketing, because it's not just about us selling and people buying so we can profit. But how can we understand consumer tastes, what goods are sold in the market, how to sell strategies, how to get cheap raw materials so that they can quickly return capital, he said, meet a wide variety of people with different types of professions, different age levels, and it all has different ways of service as well.
Sometimes we can share experiences and gain wisdom, if there are consumers who tell about their lives, tips success or just joking. It's fun every day to meet different people. Lots of creating topics to discuss. From the trivial to the weighty. Expressing arguments and discussing each other. Although in a short chat and not a long time there is always something new to be gained. How do we talk to someone, all have their own ethics. All things concerning human life cannot be separated from the economic field. I enjoy my work.
“I want to order goods for Hajj souvenirs, about what yes?”
A middle-aged man with his wife approached me. I greeted them with a friendly smile. I promote all products that are suitable.
“What if a prayer mat?” I'm trying to recommend.
“Regard of affordable prices, do not worry later there is still a discount for purchases in large quantities, and the material is quite good.”
“How about this brand?” I'm showing you one example.
“It is made of cotton polyester, its size is medium and easy to carry everywhere because it is lightweight, if you want to travel far do not need much space, the slap strap model adds to the impression.”
“Or this brand is made of velvet, more tender and soft.”
“There is also a foam and canvas, you want to choose which one?”
I explained at length until he finally dropped on one option.
“I choose the cotton ones, 1000 pieces can be yes?”
“I ask my coordinator first yes, we check first at the central store, all discounted prices,”
I rushed to find my coordinator. I am very excited to work today. After I got the information I went back and told him.
“There is a pack, next week the goods will be sent here, cut 5000 per seed, how?”
“Ok..ok..i DP first, later the rest if the goods are there,”
“Good sir, no problem, I made the note,”
“Thanks sir,”
I handed him the note.
My mood is now calm. Though sometimes still thinking of Fariz. I try to shift my mind by busying myself.
“Mbak no mukena nice, I want to make dowry?” a man asked for my help.
“Hmm.. I used to think about marrying Fariz's sister, but just wanted to try it had to end.” I am so happy that maybe the woman will be married to the person she loves.
“There are several options, sister want what kind,”
“Which suits him how yes, he is calm, does not talk much, and a little shy.”
“Perhaps the kind of prada is good, the model is elegant, the material is silk, comfortable to wear,” I showed a white mukena with brown lace and a little swaroski on the bottom.
“Or this cotton, the embroidery is not crowded and the color is also soft.”
“All good so confused, may you try, he is as rich as you,”
He told me to try it to find out its size. I tried all three of his choices.
“If I were in that position, I might be happy.” I imagined it as I glanced in the mirror.
“Alright I take this one, can help pack it once?” He chose mukena prada.
“Can, usually takes about a week, the show when?” I asked to make sure.
“Still next month,”
“You which model?” I showed you a photo album with various models of dowry.
“Model mosque and this flower looks calm,” I recommend.
“Or just these two pigeons,” I gave him a choice.
“Hmm, model mosque only,”
After he made his choice, I made a payment note and took the goods at once.
“Still yes Brother, good luck with the show.” I pray. His sister smiled and left.
“Pil, do not forget yes, later dateng you handel,” I warned Lutfi. Then I went around checking the other stuff.
“Nas, goods orders have arrived yesterday? I'm handing it to you yeah,”
“Udah packed in the warehouse, later just send to his address,” replied anas, curly-haired man but very humorous.
I'm very busy today, I have a lot of things to do, and make sure everything's done well.
“Din, you will take care of the display, you bring a new child, you share the task of creating a new item display,”
While everyone was busy, I also finished my report. Today is a busy week, always a busy day. I have to record the weekly financial statements and submit them to Umi.
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Finally the closing hours of the shop arrived. Today was exhausting. I put my body in bed. I'm fucked up again because I miss. This miss really torments me. A few months have passed, but the feeling is still disturbing. A miss that I shouldn't have anymore.
When I'm alone there are always thoughts that I don't want to think of approaching. I played my phone because I was bored. As much as I can distract myself.
"Grub what the hell is this?" one of my friends made a grub on Whatsapp. I don't know any of its members at all.
Because there is no chat in my whatsapp, I was open facebook to release saturation. I scroll the screen just to be a spectator of other people's happiness, or read the overflow of people's grief.
Tonight there's too much I think, about Fariz, about my family, about my love that I have to force to stop. I can only accept everything, just think of me. Although everything is not easy. It is not natural for humans to feel sad. I tried to amuse myself.
Drrt.. My phone shook, breaking my mind.
There's a WA in, a new number. Usually I'm lazy to reply, at most just a prank of my thinking. But somehow my finger typed in reply on him.
“Who?”
In short, I replied, before long a reply from him.
“Danial”
Direct to the point , “Unique name.” I smiled and said that name.
He honestly said he got my number from Grub just now. I don't know why I want to answer him. I am now alone after not being with Fariz anymore. Maybe it's time I opened my heart to someone. It's time for my love to change, sir.
From that night on, Danial accompanied me on chats, sometimes video calls, or just a regular phone call. I started making him a story companion. And this is the beginning of all my true love stories.
