Exchange Myself for Justice

Workup

This is where I live now. With my days, living life alone is not easy. But I do believe that I can get through it all. Life will go on, I just follow the flow with the predestination scenario that has been determined by God.

I tried to find a job, however, with my appearance this made it difficult for me to get a job. Sometimes I want to give up, but I realize I can't despair. God will give me a way.

"Where's Zahira?" asked Ms. Winda, she is the owner of the rented house that I currently occupy.

"Obviously, ma'am, go home and get a job," I replied, stopping the movement of my hands when I wanted to turn the knob on the door of the house.

"Oh, you got a job?"

"No, ma'am" I answered honestly. I try to keep smiling.

"Does Nak Zahira want to work at Mom's diner?" he asked me to offer me a job.

"Ah, of course I would, Mom. When can I start working?" ask me with spirit.

"From tomorrow you can work. But the salary is not big, son," said Miss Winda.

"Thank God, salary doesn't matter, ma'am, the important thing is that I can work to meet my daily needs."

"Alright, tomorrow morning after the dawn prayer we leave for the stall. It's only until five o'clock in the afternoon."

"All right, Mom."

I am so grateful to have found a job. Let me bury for now all the ideals of wanting to finish my pending lecture. May Allah ease my sustenance, I will finish it.

At the Bu Winda food stall I scavenge sustenance for the sake of living life. I never complained, I lived it all with a sincere heart. I'm never awkward when life is difficult, because from childhood I and my twin have been taught to live a simple life by Father and Mother.

If the Azzurri were still there, of course I wouldn't feel lonely, but back again it was all fate from God that required me to live alone. I believe that I can certainly accept all the provisions of Him.

***

It did not feel like for two months I worked at the Bu Winda food stall, I was getting used to the surrounding environment, and I also had many peers.

I am very grateful that in this world there are still many good people, so that it can make me gradually rise from all sadness.

This afternoon I am still busy with my activities to serve the average buyer of PT oil drilling people, namely PHR(Pertamina Hulu Rokan). Understandably in the area I live today the search for oil and palm.

When I was in a hurry accidentally I hit a man who was still wearing PT clothes.

"Astaghfirullah's. I'm sorry, Mom!" I cried when I saw his clothes had been hit by a spill of sambal oil.

"Ah, it's okay, Ma'am. I also don't focus on walking. No problem, later I take another change of clothes in the car," he said so friendly.

I was a little relieved, it turned out that he was a good person. He made a smile on me. I did not dare to look into her shady eyes, I immediately turned my eyes away.

"One more time, I'm sorry."

"Yes, it's okay. Can I order a meal with Ma'am? It's too crowded there" he said.

"Ah, of course. What do you want to order? Eat here or in packs?" ask her.

"The intention was to wrap the meal in mes, but because there is a Ma'am I'm more interested in eating here," he said like a munchy.

Ah, I only responded with a knotty smile, even though she couldn't see my smile. At least he's been good not to bother when his work clothes are stained.

"Let's sit down, Mas. I'll drop the order for a minute at that table." Show me and pass away.

He nodded with a smile. The man immediately sat down at the table a bit in the corner. I immediately picked up the menu he asked for and immediately served.

I'm a little uncomfortable always noticed my movements by a man named Adriansyah. I can see that name from the id card on his shirt.

"Mother!" greet that man when Miss Winda just came. Yes, today Miss Winda has business, so I and the other employees who serve every buyer.

"Eh, Adri, have you eaten?" ask Miss Winda.

"Udah dong, Bun. Totally satisfied though. Moreover, Ama was taken by a new employee of Mother. Hehe..." The man was grim.

"Who do you mean, Zahira?"

"I don't know what his name is, Bun, who wears a veil," he said, which I can still hear while wrapping rames rice.

"Yes, that's Zahira. You've just been nongol, where have you been?"

"I'm Mandah in Minas, Bun, there's some rigs I'm watching there."

"Oh, the new pantes look again. Why, do you have a crush on that Mother's child?" ask Bu Winda who is called mother to every customer.

"Hehe, Mommy knows. Let's say hi first, Bun."

"Yes, Mommy will tell you."

I only sighed when I heard the conversation between Miss Winda and the young man. My friends also teased me.

"Cie, same as Mr. HES. No pa-pa, Zahira, very lucky for you. Handsome career is good. Mapan again!"

"What the hell are you guys? Yes, the time he really likes it. He hasn't seen my face. Once he knew he must have run away. Hehe..." I replied with a joke.

"The hell, Za, but we're also curious about your face. Let us see your face. We are both women" said my friend named Irma.

"May, but tomorrow - tomorrow."

"Ish, how stingy. Here, you don't see."

"Eh, no. Later deh you guys play to my contract yes.not good to open my veil here."

"OK, later after work we play to your contract, yes."

"A very curious thing. Hehe... Yes, I can."

"How, Ma'am?" the man approached us who were talking at the cashier's desk.

After paying for his meal, before leaving he still had time to look at me, and returned smiling. He whispered something to Mbak Marni, the cashier at the restaurant.

Ma'am Marni smiled and gave a thumbs up to the man marked to agree to something. I just stared at it question markingly.

The afternoon after the restaurant closed, as I promised. My friends came to the contract to see my face. My fellow women don't mind showing my face to my friends so they don't get curious.

"Come dong, Za. Since you entered work we were very curious about your face," they said.

"Yes, okay. If I'm beautiful don't praise ya, and if I'm ugly don't get bullied. For we are both creatures of God."

Seriate....

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