Half of My Husband's life

Jobseeking

"If Mas Azzam were alive..."

A little trying to stop from saying that, the days feel better since Ara's meeting with a stranger. Can't be prevented, everything just flows when the call Dad got used to.

I don't know...

Should be happy or even more sad, the two flavors come in turns when seeing Ara's sweet smile rise on her innocent face. I never thought losing would make my son live in his heart and mind. And it is clear that Mas Andra is not who he is.

"Now Ara is high." Andra's voice sounds happy mixed with laughter, accompanied by an adorable Ara's laughter, just when he played with Azzam in the simple yard of the house in the morning after coming home from the hospital.

Unknowingly both corners of Hafizah's red lips were interested in seeing Ara's small body lifted so high that it passed through Andra's head.

His little hand held on to Andra's sturdy arm which suddenly looked warm like a father to a child.

'This first day there was another man who came to visit without Mas Azzam, in the house of Mas Azzam, and was playing with Ara, Mas Azzam's favorite daughter.'

"Well, sit here." said Andra again sitting Ara's small body on the garden table.

Hafizah immediately grabbed Ara's small body that looked so happy.

"What's wrong?" tanya Andra also sat on the wooden bench, since it stole a look at Hafizah who was just daydreaming.

Hafizah glanced at him a little. "Sorry to trouble you."

"Andra smile. "Who are you to trouble me? I like Ara anyway." she replied lightly.

"Of course it's troublesome, you must feel really bad to meet me and Ara. And your money problem, this I return. Although it was a little late because Abi was still in Singapore, he was also sick." explained Habibah offered a brown envelope, since he had prepared when Andra came.

Andra took a breath, seeing how the woman before her was really trying to not trouble anyone.

"Although I still need to thank you very much for your presence and your time for Ara, of course I can't pay for it." continued Hafizah again in a smooth voice.

"Fiza, not everything we receive from others is to be paid. So does what we give, not always expecting a return."

"But to me not." she replied softly.

I was disappointed to hear that slow answer. I don't know what Andra was thinking so he could only sigh while looking at Hafizah's beautiful face in despair. "Alright, but don't take my closeness to Ara as well as a debt. I wasn't giving her anything, and instead I liked her. I miss her if a day doesn't meet." she replied looking serious.

"Ehem..."

Nur came to bring warm tea for the two men.

"Thank you." said Hafizah to his sister.

"I'm very grateful for your kindness towards Sister Fiza as well as my niece Ara." Nur spoke up.

"There is no need to hesitate" he said reaching for the small land of Ara who was hugging Hafizah. Of course all did not escape the gaze of Nur who was still standing.

Until a while after the warm tea on the table was exhausted in the sips of both.

"Then I go home first, I'm having some business" Andra said, looking at the clock on her wrist.

"All right, thank you very much." Hafizah looked down after speaking. But a whimper was heard from Ara's small mouth.

"Yes.." said Ara calling her own name. He extended his hand to Andra.

"Om Andra should go home, next time he will come again." Hafizah told Ara.

"Dad." called him to start crying, until Andra had to give in and persuade him for a moment.

Once the drama of meeting the two strangers always makes Hafizah go awry. Wanting to ban and avoid, but considering some time ago Ara was sick like she was going to lose her life, of course, at this time there is no choice but to obey what makes Ara happy.

"It's not good to let Ara continue to depend on Mas Andra" Nur said.

"But Brother has no choice." Hafizah felt resigned.

It was true what Nur told him. But it was a pity to leave the house of Azzam which was like heaven for both of them at that time, even the voice of Azzam who was so friendly still burrowing in his ears to this day.

"For a while, let me stay here." replied Hafizah mutely.

Tired, maybe Nur felt had to travel back and forth almost an hour to the boarding school, so that Hafizah finally allowed Nur to go home.

"Should I just find a job?" Hafizah muttered to herself that night as she felt she had to move on, despite the sadness of losing Azzam, Ara was not always a toddler, the more days she grew up and the need would continue to grow.

He got up from the soft bed, opened the drawer and took some files.

"What kind of work?" he muttered to himself, then grabbed a cell phone and started looking for job openings.

***

The morning was so bright, very fitting with the overnight plan that has been neatly arranged, Hafizah will apply for jobs in several companies.

Ask Bi Inah who had worked with him to take care of Ara, with the promise of bringing Andra home. What a ridiculous seduction, once he thought but quite managed to turn his whining into laughter.

***

First office.

Hard enough work, demanded to overtime three times a week, go home late at night.

The second office.

Salaries and fees are not balanced, of course, a decent distance will be a calculation for a Hafizah who does not have his own vehicle.

Office three and four. Both still have to wait.

The office five.

By two o'clock, Fiza was still forcing herself to look for work. With the shadow of Ara's tiny face, her tiredness became number two.

"Bismillah."

"Good day, how can we help you?" As soon as the voice of the receptionist who was in front of the large office greeted politely. They continued their conversation and were then asked to wait.

"O Allah, I really want to be a strong woman, give a righteous rizky servant to support my son." in her heart she prayed.

Once shrieked to see this towering building, it turns out the service is extraordinary, polite and friendly. A little makes him wish he would find a job there.

"Mbak Hafizah, please come in." the receptionist said to him.

"Oh, thank you." Hafizah grabbed the file and confirmed the bag on his shoulder, he walked in the footsteps of the young woman who had already walked first.

"Please." The door was even opened first.

"Thank you very much." said Fiza happily.

With a slightly anxious heart, it grew even more nervous when there were two well-dressed people in the room, who according to Hafizah's experience, such a person would ask a lot.

"Please sit down." one of them faces Hafizah.

"Thank you sir" he replied in a distinctly smooth and gentle voice.

"Who is the last name and education?" ask the man.

"My name is Hafizah, the last education S1, graduated from the Faculty of Shari'a Wal Qonun Egypt. I have no work experience, only been a teacher at a boarding school for one year" he explained very honestly.

"The man was agape, his eyes unblinkingly staring at Hafizah who was an Egyptian graduate but applied for a job there. And it grew even more astonished when the man beside her turned the chair suddenly.

"Mad-haf?" call the man with a look of disbelief.