Flavour Bias

Resigns

The first three days Iyash controlled my work. I know more and more, besides being assertive, he's also hard and he's so perfectionist at anything. I don't understand why he's so dominant. I can't stand his authority either. Why is all that bad about that guy? Or am I the only one who is too sensitive to face it?

 My work was almost done, but he asked me to repeat everything on the grounds that he didn't like the concept I was making. Whereas before he had said that if I was free to do anything to his apartment, he even said that he did not care about what I would do.

In four days, I repeated everything. For four days I went home that night. I'm not fouling myself, but I'm just afraid things aren't over in a week's time.

Last night I got to stay at Sister Iyash's apartment, just so this morning everything was done and I had no business with the man.

***

At exactly eight o'clock I went to the office to hand over my resignation letter. I don't care what's going to happen, which I obviously promised, if this job is done I'll go and find another job.

I met Brother Iyash in his room.

“Your work is done, ‘kan?” asked the man after I sat down in front of his desk.

I'm nodding. This morning was like repeating an incident where he humbled me in a job interview ten days ago.

“Keep why today you came noon?”

I put my resignation on his desk.

“What is this?”

“I'm out.”

“You haven't been accepted.” He took my letter and opened it. “Not signed contract, ‘kan, for work here?”

Heart's sniffing. Stupidly I haven't thought about that since last night.

“Why be tired of writing a resignation letter?” He gave me the letter. “If you want to go, just go, nothing will prevent you.”

I took the letter and left. Who cares about his mouth.

“You still have debt.”

I stopped my steps in front of the door of his room.

“Still remember when you said I was your future husband?”

Heart's sniffing.

“Will I bill your payment as soon as.”

I turned around and looked at his haughty face. “Upload my work during the week as payment.”

He got up and left his chair. “I don't necessarily like your work.”

“Keep I have to what?”

Instead of answering, he shrugged his shoulders. Really sucks. I didn't know that yesterday he didn't accept my apology. I came out quickly because I was so lazy to talk about anything with him.

I forgot I don't have a desk in this office. Brother Iyash is right, why all night I make a cover letter. Om Hasa hasn't even prepared any agreement documents with me.

***

Two days after I resigned from Om Hasa's company. Mama asked what really happened until I chose not to continue the work. At first, maybe you want to be patient and wait until I tell you everything. Indeed, from the beginning I intended the job because of Mama, but I still do not feel comfortable and even feel more depressed.

“Cha, you think finding money doesn't require skill? Just need a skill to be able to steal without being caught,” said Mama while putting the setoples of the dry cake on the table.

 I smiled hearing his words.

“Cha, what's the matter? Same story Mama,” persuade Mama after sitting down.

I know Mama was worried because I would usually tell her anything, but, during this week I swallowed the discomfort alone because I didn't want Mama to be worried.

“If you don't want a story, let Mama ask Om Hasa.”

“No need,” my answer while staring at the television screen. “Icha know what Icha want, Ma.”

“What's it?” Mama confirmed the question. “What you want is not necessarily good for you, Cha.”

I looked up and looked at Mama. “If it's the best, Icha won't feel depressed, Ma.”

“What makes you depressed same story Mama.”

I see there's a fret behind Mama's soft face. The woman who struggled alone after Papa left looked so worried.

“Ma, Icha is okay. Icha just want to find work elsewhere aja.” I got up from the grey velvet sofa.

“Ngapain? We've talked about this a lot.”

“Om Hasa is good, Ma. Only Kak Iyash like I don't like working there.”

“Loh, he said that determines you can work there is Hasa, not Iyash. Hasa herself, ‘kan who said that Iyash status is the same as other employees?”

“Yes, but, just stay. Om Hasa said that just to make her son stay in front of me. Om Hasa also said that Papa has shares in his company just to make me safe in front of his son.”

I nodded, though that's not what really happened .

“Cha, maybe long time you will also be comfortable.”

I let out a breath. “Icha do not think, Mama still want Icha work there, even though Icha's self-esteem trampled? Is it wrong if Icha defends herself Icha?”

“Ngak. Nothing is wrong. What you did was right.” Mama stroked my hair that I broke to cover my back. “Mama apologise. Mama doesn't know you're depressed.”

I nodded and got up. “Icha want to go, no business, Ma.”

“Where?”

“To Ellen's house, she said there was a vacancy at her place of work.”

“What work?”

“Icha don't know. This is what it's like to ask.” I waltzed away, and yet, Mama caught up with me to the front door.

“Mama is not sure.”

“I mean–” For a moment I was silent looking at Mama. I know Mama just wanted me to work at the company where Papa died. “Mama please.”

“Ya is up to you.”

“Mama doain Icha, hopefully can find another job whose salary is greater.”

“Mama pray for your safety. Want a big or small salary all have a dose, Cha.”

I took a breath, then walked away. “Icha work search treasure.”

“Do what if it harms you?”

“In the company Om Hasa is also not necessarily Icha all right. Icha will still struggle to find a halal job,” I said while tying hair.

“Cha, I mean Mama. Anyway why do you have to go these nights, Cha?”

I put on a helmet, then left without saying hello to Mama. I was so upset and so upset that I forgot to ask Mama for a prayer of salvation. At exactly nine in less than ten minutes, I reached Ellen's house.

“Sorry for a long time,” I said after getting off the motor.

“Nothing, I haven't left either.” He glanced at his watch.

Ellen's appearance was far from what I imagined. She was exactly like a bad woman, or I was lacking in sociability so as to easily comment on the appearance of others. His appearance is very different from mine, but that doesn't mean I call me better than him. It's just not good for a woman to dress like that these nights. Under the light of the porch lamp of his house, I could still see that he was dyeing his hair in a purplish shade. Perfume stings. The skirt was too high until I could see the section ****** ********. At least she covered the tanktop with an old pink jacket, although the cleavage on her chest could still be clearly seen.

“El, what do you work for?” manya curious.

“I can't explain, you come and see my work later.”

“You're serious?”

“Iya.”

My feelings are not good. I think there's something weird about Ellen.

“I'm here to talk about work, but you want to go, so I'm home aja.”

“I want to work, Cha. If you want to come now, come on. You can work directly with me, later I say to my boss.”

“You sure?”

“It. You need a job, ‘kan?”

I'm nodding.

“Ya I helped you.”

I wet my throat. Mom said it before I decided to go here.

“Concidentally, my motorbike is again in the workshop, waiting for the motorcycle from earlier has not arrived. You take me, yeah. I'm so late.”

“Bby.”

“In the meantime, I'll grab the helmet.” He entered the house and returned with a black bogo helmet.

“You sure ride a motorbike with a gini kayak outfit?” many doubt. I'm actually afraid he's offended.

“Nothing I'm used to.”

“Oh yes udah.” I got on the bike, and so did Ellen.

“Let me show you the way,” he said as he held my abu hoodie. I told you it was quite the opposite, that if I dressed like Ellen I might have caught a cold.

Since yesterday I tried to find a job by announcing in every group one of them is my Junior High. I told you I was looking for a job. Not long after I got a message from Ellen, she said that at work she needed employees. He said his salary was enough. Not big and not too small, I repeat enough. Enough for snacks and other necessities for a month.