Forced to Be a Comforter Woman

Send money to Dad

When I finished praying and clearing my face, I sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Oh my God, I just remembered. Haris is there money, I put it where was it?" muttered.

I flipped around, trying to remember where I put the money.

"Maybe it was in the bag that time huh."

I walked a few steps, then reached into the sling bag hanging behind the door.

"Thank God, I'll finally meet you."

I immediately smiled at the money Haris had given me. I sat cross-legged on the floor and counted the money. It turned out that there were ten pieces of money in the hundred thousand.

"Thank God, O Allah. Thanks, bang."

I sat there holding the money in my chest. Then I put it in my wallet in my closet.

Shortly thereafter, adzan maghrib reverberated. I returned to berhudu and immediately fulfilled my obligation.

After the prayer, continue to read the holy verse of the Quran while waiting for the time of prayer isya arrived. About an hour or so of reading, Adzan reverberated. I immediately prayed Isha.

When I finished, I changed into work clothes. Wearing black trousers and plaid maroon shirt dress. Then I continued to polish my face slightly, and spray perfume all over my body.

"Finally done too." I murmured.

I looked at myself in front of a long mirror, which displayed my entire body from top to bottom. Next, I put on white sports shoes, and picked up the black backpack hanging behind the door.

After that, I put my wallet and cell phone in her. After everything was done, I rushed out of the room and locked the door.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim."

I began to step up the stairs to the first floor, and out of the boarding gate.

I kept walking through the shops and kept walking along the highway, until I got to where I worked.

About ten minutes into the walk, I finally arrived in front of my workplace karaoke building.

Arriving at the entrance, I filled the absences first. Then join other friends on a long bench.

"Hi, guys."

My greetings to all of them totaling nineteen people. So we all have twenty people, including myself.

"Hi." they answered in unison.

"Your face is pale, Ndah. It hurts again?" ask one of my friends named Rara.

"Yes, Ra. My head hurts a lot from this afternoon." I answered honestly.

"Take the medicine, Ndah! Fear of it later gets worse, loh." reply Rara worried.

"Yes, Ra. I'll take the medicine. If I can't now, because I eat rice balloons."

"Well, we're eating in the cafeteria now!" bring Rara.

Rara pulled my hand towards the cafeteria, and I followed her from behind. Arriving at the cafeteria, the two of us immediately sat facing each other in the plastic chairs that were already available.

"What do we eat, Ndah?" asked Rara for my opinion.

"Fish his grilled gurame, Ra. Drink her squeezed orange juice." I proposed to Rara.

"Okay, I have the same message as yours, Ndah." replied Rara agreed.

After getting the food menu, Rara immediately called the cafeteria waiter to order food for the two of us.

"Bak, the fish grilled its gurame two servings! Trus, orange juice squeezed his two too huh! Don't forget it, ma'am. And another one, don't take long, hihihi."

Canda Rara to the canteen maid while giggling to herself.

"okay, sis. I'm waiting, brother!" answer her.

The canteen maid smiled and her head bobbles at Rara's strange behavior.

"Okay, ma'am." answered Rara.

"Ra, can I ask you a favor?" ask me.

"Bby dong, Ndah. Why would he ask for help, what the hell, is so serious about face?" ask Rara back.

Rara squinted her eyes at me, she seemed to start suspecting me.

"Don't tell me you want to ask for it in the om-om tajir." guess Rara.

"Or maybe, a rich battery that smells of soil to spend its money. If that's what I want too, Ndah. Hahaha." continued Rara.

Rara laughed off hearing her own rant. My eyes immediately widened to hear the words coming out of Rara's lips.

"Deehhhh, ogah!" answer me while shivering in horror.

"Well, what do you want to ask for help anyway? Make a kepo of someone!" tanya Rara started to sewot.

"Your ATM's not in, Ra?" whispered slowly.

"Well wow! There are smells people want to owe their kayaks, hahaha." ledek Rara.

Rara came back loud to hear my whisper just now. Because I was annoyed, I immediately reflexed the jidat Rara.

"Whoi, kamvret! Who wants to owe? I'm just gonna hitch a ride at your ATM to transfer to my dad in the village!"

"Oh kirain, hehehe." reply Rara.

Rara immediately misbehaved, while scratching her head that did not itch after hearing my speech.

"There it is, Ndah. But not much, there's only a million of my balance right now."

Rara typed her phone, then showed me the amount of her balance.

"No papa, I only want to transfer five hundred thousand. Can you, Ra?" ask me with a clear face.

"Oh, if only that could be, Ndah. Here's the account number, let me transfer it now!" pinta Rara holding her hand in front of me.

"Okay, dude!" reply me.

I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out my phone. Then I looked up my father's account number on my phone.

"This is his account number, Ra!" say me.

I thrust a cell phone at Rara, and she immediately received it. Then Rara immediately fiddled with her own phone.

When she finished, Rara returned my phone back and showed the screen of her phone to my face.

"Yes, Ndah!" said Rara.

"Okay, thank you, Ra. You are indeed my best friend who is best beautiful and also cute as a marmot." my joke.

I praised and Rara while pinching her cheeks in an anxious manner.

"Helehh, if there's any more want that's it. Sweet times muzzle (mouth) her." pout Rara.

Rara rolled her eyes lazily. As for me, I just giggled at her reaction. Shortly after, our food arrived.

"Please enjoy the kak dish, sis!" said the waiter in the canteen kindly.

"Thank you, ma'am." reply me and Rara in unison.

Without further ado, Rara and I immediately ate the food that was available on the table. Grilled gurame fish is very appetizing, complete with terasi sambal and all sorts of his default.

It didn't take long, the eating ritual was finished. After paying her bills, Rara and I began to step out of the cafeteria.

The two of us rejoined up with his other friends on the long bench.

"Well, I transferred the money, yeah!"

I sent a text message to Dad, to let him know that the money had been sent to his account.

"Okay, thank you, Ndah." Dad immediately replied to the text message I sent just now.