Crazy Woman's
Recognition Night
The show was very ordinary in my opinion, but I never realized from there I had a terror that I never forgot.
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"Where is the warm greeting" said the host, a forty-year-old man in a yellow suit standing on stage.
"During mornings" exclaimed all the visitors while standing.
" Tonight will be Road to Success. In this event will be kidnapped recipes to direct success from people who have received the predicate diamond director on MLM XYZ. Instead of lingering for a long time we welcome this is Mr. Julian and Siwi's mother"
The stage light immediately highlighted a forty-year-old man wearing a gray suit walking towards the stage along with a woman wearing a black maxi dress (long-sleeved dress).
"Thank God alone, lord of the universe, let me tonight, Julian Purnomo tell me the success story I experienced with multi-level marketing company XYZ"
"I was originally a farmer in the village. Until one day I met an old friend I call Ridwan.
"The first time I met I was immediately surprised. How not, Ridwan who pas esde umbelen and plonga plongo now kok is a successful person, can buy a car, and have a rice field with hectares"
"Pas was asked, he did not answer, only gave the company name card XYZ, when I arrived there how disappointed I was, I was expected to run out, he said, in my heart I promise I won't set foot in that building again"
"Malang is irresistible, fortunately unachievable, after returning from there, my wife gave birth and had to have a caesarean section. While confused about the cost, Ridwan came to pay off everything.
"My wife who saw it whispered, already bang come along, itung itung we return the favor"
"I finally reckless, what Ridwan said I follow, praise God after following all the words of Mr. Ridwan I managed to stand here as a diamond director"
Applause rumbled throughout the room.
With the microphone in the show host's hand asked the man.
"Mas according to mas, a wife who shalihah is important not to support the career of mas"
The man's eyes glazed with glass "Im important, very important, without the support of my pious wife, I can't possibly be like this'
"Don't tell me what a sholihah wife looks like"
"The sholihah wife is a wife who gives support to the husband's business without losing contact with the robbul izzati god"
The male host approached the source.
"Sir, it's hard not to get a wife like that"
He turned his head up
"Such an wife is not sought after sir but formed"
The man stuck his ear
"What, sir, is formed, is in a free-paced era like today, forming a sholihah wife is still possible, sir?"
"Perhaps, at the company XYZ there is a support system called Millionaire that will foster XYZ distributors to success. You just follow the support system, practice, then feel the results"
The show host's forehead was wrinkled
"Mas, if in this company there is a support system that guarantees success why there are still people who fail to run this business"
The man in the red shirt smiled as he said
"You know why, watch the following video"
The screen then showed a woman with a crown on her head, standing on stage waving her hand, next to which was a red car.
"Good morning everyone, introduce my name Desi, before becoming a diamond director I was once a career woman with three children. The problem arises when my husband mas Ibra told me to resign from the company and become a housewife. At that time it was only discovered during this time my son who was still SMU school origin, all the package books he always lived in class, he always stayed in class, plus with me who can not cook plus in-laws who are present in our family life has succeeded in making my family in hell.
The woman glazed over her tears, and then she said.
"Lucky at such a time, one of my old friends offered MLM business XYZ, this company is really great, it not only provides abundant income but also shapes my personality. "
There are thousands of words of sympathy that slide in the woman's lips, but I don't care. It's been my habit to not really believe what people say.
The event continued with a stay at a hotel, which was when I, Mrs Blomington, found a piece of paper inscribed
Have you ever felt the sacratul of death.
I exhaled a long breath.
Who the hell is a nosy guy who makes notes like this.
Not willing to serve pranksters I continued to eat dinner and rest.
The hotel room I occupied was just a simple room with pillows and bolsters and antique-designed lights.
The lamp had a cube-shaped hood with lace of Javanese script lace around it, as I lit the object, a yellow ray of light shot out instantly. Very fitting with mattresses and bolsters that are also in the same color.
Drowsiness immediately whack, while I was immediately lulled into dreamland.
The sound of rat squeaks I still hear when I sleep, even so with the noise of the television in the hotel lobby. Till....
"Have you ever felt the sacredness of death"
The word sighed in my ear, I wanted to wake up but my ego said
What if it was just a hallucination.
"Have you ever felt the sacredness of death"
That's enough, I have to end this.
I want to wake up, but why can't these eyes open, not only does it feel like the pulse of a day is too long. While outside I heard someone was hoeing
What is it. earth...
I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't, not only did it feel heavy.
Pluk.. pluk...
again the grain of earth fell upon my head, my ears heard the sound of sound ....
Yasin
Walkur anneil judge
Innaka laminal mursalin
"Blomington, why did you leave me so soon, why...
I.. that is my husband's voice, I am still alive. mas Sunandar...
I recite the verse of the chair, tears soaking the cheeks
Am I really dead.
Little by little my breath returned to order, the shortness of breath that returned to squeeze felt lost.
When I opened my eyes, the room was as it was. The blanket is still scattered where.
I was just dreaming.
After breakfast, the event continued with book surgery.
"Good morning to the audience glorified by God, rather than wasting a lot of time immediately we welcome our presenter, here is Mother Tri Handayani"
An old woman wearing a yellow headscarf in batik clothes stood on the stage, next to her was a man wearing a white T-shirt. They both sat next to a small table.
"The Assalamualaikum mbk Tri"
"Waalaikum Salam mas Tirta" he said with a smile.
"He is an Indonesian lecturer and author of books. His seven novels have been published and become best sellers. One of his novels, Baiti Jannati, was brought to the big screen and topped the box office a week in a row.
Everyone in the room applauded.
"Mbak Tri, what is your busy life after your novel is lifted to the big screen"
"Now I am preparing my second novel entitled, thank you my husband"
"Why is the novel titled thank you my husband"
The girl's eyes were glassy
"I feel very sinful mas, before I became a housewife I was the head director of a well-known company. Jerking my husband, scuffing money matters, so that I do not care about it already plural I do. Until one day God woke me up, the car I was riding in had an accident until finally I was paralyzed half of the body. That's how long my husband feeds me, bathes me, until..."
The source stopped his words. He's dripping his eyes
"One year later he returned to the divine presence, before I could say thank you"
With the thump of my soul hearing the story, I remembered the services of Mas Sunandar
Mas Sunandar who gave him the spirit, mas Sunandar who always gave a glass of bitter coffee in the morning to make it fresh. The Mas Sunandar....
Ah it feels that the services of Sunandar mas are very large, do I still have the opportunity to serve...
The event continued with outdoor activities.
"Good morning everyone, introduce all my name is Mr. Arif, my job as an outbound instructor, just take the form of five groups and you have to sit in a circle" said a man wearing a white hat.
The participants immediately formed five teams. I was on team number three with two girls wearing blue training pants and a man wearing a yellow shirt. We sat on the ground. In front of us there is a round plastic with a yellow ball floating in the middle.
"Your job is to blow the ball in the round plastic with your stomach, be careful not to let the ball fall. If it falls, it must repeat from the beginning"
So exciting the event, many of the participants who smiled widely while doing the activity. How not, there is a father who shuffled from one side to the other while blowing the ball. When that little yellow thing fell down he had to repeat from the beginning. Even so with the participants, thankfully my group is not lacking anything"
The second challenge began, one by one the participants were given headsets, we had to find our loved ones in a pitch-black room.
My heart is beating fast. Am I gonna find Sunandar mas, does he still love me"
" Mother Blomington"
My heart thumped as I received the black headset, The room was pitch dark, many times I fell for nudging someone.
Walk straight five steps, turn right three steps.it is the instructions he gave via the electronic device.
Then what next.
A subtle clap perched on my shoulder, accompanied by a voice that sighed softly
"Are you willing to be the wife of shalihah"
That's the voice of Sunandar mas, no doubt it's his voice. I know this intonation.
"Yes, I'm ready"
That sturdy, burly hand pulled my arm from the crowd, opening a hidden door that was located somewhere.
In the room was sitting a woman wearing clothes like wrestling queen Hemas. Brown batik clothes complete with a bun, beside him there were two men wearing beskap and black blangkon combined with matching colored gloves.
"Welcome to the queen's reality show a day, introduce my name Miss Belinda. In this reality show every contestant will live in the residence of the king. There you are required to perform the duties of the king's daughter complete with all royal protocols. For those who can adapt will get a reward of one hundred million rupiah"
