Bojomu My spirit

First Day

Ajeng palpated slowly, he was very pounding this morning, the mouth that is usually aiueo origin out there, instantly silent without a sound, even open just not.

Today he interviewed, his throat became easily dry even though he had gulped down almost two liters of water, cloudy turned into heat.

My rival is on S1 diploma, minimum D3, is I? Walah, do not fail, Jeng, damaged his reputation mas Hikam, you just make him ashamed, spirit, Jeng!

But, still his feet and hands were cold, his heart pounding could not be controlled, you could say he was in a critical condition at the moment.

"Ajeng, please come in!"

Glue, glue,

"Jang!"

Ajeng then stood up, "Ready, sir, ready!" be willing to lose you, indeed race run.

The steps are almost to the door of the interview room, directly with Mr. Kades, special today.

One hand held him back, asking Ajeng to retreat.

"Well, sir, that was my name called, which means I can go in, right?"

"May, it may be, no one forbids, just don't wear flip-flops, Jeng!"

Huh, wrong!

Ajeng rush to the parking lot, there are shoes that yesterday Goddess love for him, shiny black work shoes, he wears quickly, then runs.

Mr. Kades' smile almost made him faint, his mustache was loh, asked to be plucked white-white. Ajeng withstands his fingers that have itchy, want to go straight ahead pull out.

"Your name, Ajeng?"

Ajeng nodded, "Right, sir." yes, so he replied, it must be formal, remember pesen mbak Dewi.

"Start SMU and have never had work experience, continue what you want to show here, if you do not have work experience, what skills do you try?" mr. Kades is challenging.

"Ad-" no, Jeng, crazy what you say is a cockfighting champion, can be slit one village. "I've since graduating SMU, devoted myself to the Pangkas Langit orphanage, sir."

Mr. Kades stood up, his eyes bulging, his hands elbowing at his waist, his body leaning forward, almost to Ajeng's face.

"Who gave you the idea of the name of the kayak parlor, the sky really wants to be trimmed, the hair?!" said mr. Kades.

"Say-I don't know, sir. I've been given that name there, who would protest to, sir? If you want a protest plan, I'll help you, take a banner, take to the streets, ready me, sir!"

Plaque!

Hikam patted his forehead, the interview was even a talent contest like this, Hikam slightly poked his head from the window, coincidentally the room next to this interview room.

"You want to go down the street?" ask mr. Kades.

"Iy-" Ajeng glanced at the corner of the room, Hikam clangled there, desperately asking Ajeng not to be provoked. "Look, dear Mr. Kades, calm down, I can explain the name of the parlour, Mr. Kades sit down!"

Okay, Mr. Kades said, sit back and ask the secretary to take a re-note.

Ajeng explained, not an interview about work experience or what, but an outpouring of heart where Mr. Kades had also lived in a parlour and felt cold and lonely there, until tears melted all, he said, secretary and Ajeng also spent the tissue, the childhood story of Mr. Kades who moved blue.

"Jeng, how?" Hikam ran around until he forgot to put on his shoes, just now from the mosque.

He shook his chest, and then he patted, boasting the letter signed by Mr. Kades directly.

"You're welcome, Jeng?" Hikam wants to jump in happy.

"Well, the task of the family all this time just record the data, I can record as well as horrin vent!" Ajeng showed off the wet stamp plus the tears of Mr. Kades who imprinted on his power letter sheet to become an intern. "So, if there is a problem here, either residents or employees, Ajeng who opened his consular bureau, the solution is sure and guaranteed to be relieved to the outside, Mas!"

Plaque,

Hikam clapped his forehead once again, he was bearded, no matter the important thing he managed to bring Ajeng here and Ajeng was accepted for his speech achievement.

The consul's bureau Neng Ajeng.

***

"Jeng, if invited to chat using formal language, do not be disappointed, Mr. Kades who chose you!" exclaim bu Tiwi and bude Lastri.

"His work spirit, Ms. Ajeeeng!" exclaiming children home.

Ajeng gave a kiss far away, then turned to his chickens, he kissed far away too, soon can buy a much nicer cage glory, quality feed.

Ajeng's kring-cring bike started to go, from clothes to shoes he got from the Goddess, but today because it was his first time working, from the Tiwi bu he was wearing.

The shadow of the chicken coop and the fat chicken is in sight, he will succeed.

Cring, cring!

"Mas Hikaaaam, go first!" he screamed while continuing to pedal the bike.

Hikam geleng-geleng, he just added the gas round had preceded Ajeng, even dipamiti.

Wait, Hikam after Ajeng, he was relieved to see that it was not the flip-flops that Ajeng was wearing, where there was his chicken tai yesterday, the janitor who reported.

First assignment, the,

Ajeng was in a row of frontliners, he would greet the villagers who came and express their complaints, then he concluded what his needs were, and he stepped into the management.

"Jeng, number one."

Ajeng nodded, he let the mother and child come forward, sitting in front of him.

"Can I help you, Mom?"

"This, Ma'am, wants to make the data of the third child, deed."

"Oh, yes, can be helped by the description of the names of parents and children, it is permissible if you do not bring ktp!" he made it easy, people must have come here a lot.

Ajeng listened carefully, he typed slowly and confirmed the spelling.

"Sundari's mother, Prayitno's father, kept the name of the child who wants to be taken care of whose aktenya?" ask Ajeng.

"Queneveillatifa Aqiela Gierwana Prayitno, Ma'am."

Eng ing - eng,

Ajeng's saliva dripped, his mouth twisting, mimicking, then opened and his head tilted, no letters had been typed yet.

Not one, his finger still hanging.

"Sorry, Mom. What was the name of the child?" he's grinning. "My cake, what cake?" uh, shut his mouth.

"Queneveillatifa, Ma'am. Cake, which is really!"

"Yes, eheheheh, who did you try to repeat?" die me, khuelele, or khuehue just now.

"I spelled it, Q-u-e-n-e-v-e-i-t-eh wrong, Ma'am!" embarrassed, forgot the spelling of his son.

Tick, tick, tick, enter!

"Kuenevitehsalahmbak, is that it?"

The first day the head throbbed violently, lunch so not tasteful, just one citizen he until wrong veins.

"Part of people named Sundari sama Prayitno kok give his son's name kueke, that's when school can make the teacher's tongue kebullet loh!" his gerrick.

Tap, tap, tap.

"Jeng, there's something you have to deal with!"

"Who, Miss Desi?" Stand up, throw the candy.

"That, no one can handle him, Jeng. Try you!"

Who the hell? Then he ran forward.

Deg, man,

This demit!