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There's a way

"Struggling for school, trying to get there and here, uh tauunya out of school unemployment, patience yes son," led by his mother.

Naya just stared blankly at their kitchen floor while pounding the cassava leaves to be laid out. He refused to respond to his mother's rant this morning.

"If the parents say it yes in sahut dong." Omel the Mother.

"Ck, I'm ugly" he replied indifferently. For a moment his hand stopped pounding, "did Naya get married?"

"Oh can, can you, want a mother who's looking?"

"Ck, man,"

"Loh, he said he wanted to get married, how the hell."

"Mother is-there is. If I'm desperate again, just carelessly make a decision, I should ban Naya dong."

"Why should it be banned? You are big, you can make a decision." While slicing onions, "yes if you want to work, yes work, if you want to marry, I do not forbid, as long as you are sure of your choice."

"This is the name of wisdom - Bijaksini." Seloroh Naya's. "I want to work ajalah ma'am, there was a chat Naya last night, he said there was a job at his place. Naya ID card is ready, Naya can be ma'am, to Jakarta again."

"Yes, you're not forbidden." Answer the Mother.

With a little hesitation Naya continued her words, "if for example Naya has savings next year, Naya can't miss college?"

"By dong, you are an adult, your money is entirely your right. But that doesn't mean it has to be in the foya-foyain yes, if Adek you ask for something, if again there is a windfall yes love a little." Move the onion into a cauldron that has been poured oil, "if the person who has grown up and worked it, can not be stingy also the same family. If there is no money, be honest. Effort or effort may be, but it is appropriate. Let us not confess evil in the eyes of the Creator."

Naya mangosteen understands. "Keep if Naya doesn't want to go to work abroad Mother is angry?"

The mother poured water into the cauldron, then turned to Naya, "no dong, who had the debt Mother, not you. And for the future, whatever your salary here, as long as you're comfortable working, you're not tricked, use prayer (most of all), definitely more than what you think you can."

Naya smiled then raised her hand, crossing her thumb and index finger forming love. "Mother's the best," he said.

"Yes, who's wife trying?"

"ehem, ahem, remember Mom, I don't have a husband." Sindir Naya and in reply to the crisp laughter of the Mother. I did, said Naya.

***

Like Dejavu, Naya re-used the black and white suit for job applicants in general. But this time he was more worried, if anyone were to snatch again, he would not be too hard anymore.

For example, in the pocket of a white shirt he put ten thousand money, in the pocket of his pants he also slipped. Just in case for the fare, he thought. The bag that was usually carried away just like that, is no longer. To be more precise, do not want to use such a bag. While in the village, he bought a backpack.

"Okay, I'm ready."

Yes, Naya was back in town yesterday afternoon. Today he hopes to get a job.

"Do you like playing computer?"

No sir, I don't like to mess around, he wants to be serious.

"Not too sir," he replied modestly when asked by HRD in an interview.

"But you're a computer graduate,"

Yes sir, my study hours sometimes run away to the cafeteria.

"Eh, yes sir. But we focus more on hardware than software. So if in the field of work that often use Microsoft it can only be a little sir."

The HRD looked at Naya's face. "Last question, do you want to work or not?"

"I want Sir. I'll learn quickly."

"Umm," The man in his thirties stroked his chin, "okay, I'll give you a week of study, if there's no progress, you'll have to get it out."

"Thank you sir, thank you," Naya repeatedly shook the man's hand and lowered her head. He stepped out with a smile, until finally at the door he met the person who had told him about this vacancy.

"Sumi, thank you, I was accepted." he said excitedly and hugged his old friend.

"Alhamdulillah, I'm so happy." Sumi Reply.

"Geez, I didn't think you were wearing a hijab,"

"Yes, Nay, I'm sorry,"

"When it used to be, we were both tomboyish, I thought you wouldn't wear a hijab."

"Past and present are different, or Nay," Draws Naya's hand to go to the company cafeteria, "in an instant people can change, let alone me who has been for years" he explained, "especially doi who said it's dear uh know next year already married another,"

"That's different, not changing" said Naya.

"Udah, same thing. Tired of having a difference of mind let alone a different feeling,"

"Yhaa, the outside looks calm, the inside is still the same, crazy! Haha"

***

First day of work.

"Here you go, in the clip of every document you've worked on,"

This is only the first time, the time must be an acute level. Naya held back all the turbulent emotions in her heart when she was taught by one of the seniors, her name was Delila. The suffering of the new child. Huffs.

"Eh, new boy, make coffee dong, sleepy nih."

Naya raised an eyebrow next door, what the fuck she thought. "But brother, my work is not ready."

"Eh, if asked to do that, if about work, it can be later!" The beautiful lady known as Celine looked furious at Naya.

Secretly Sumi on her desk tapped her fingers. "Once, once" he said slowly.

"I.iya Brother,"

Naya goes to the kitchen of the office, unexpectedly it will be like this first day. "Where's the assessment for another week." Gerrutu Naya's.

"Huh," she's ready to make Miss Celine's coffee, "okay, consider this mental training, don't waver don't cry."

Celine took the glass from the tray that Naya had brought. "You want to kill me, right? So hot!"

"Two times,"

Naya's not budging. While from afar he had seen Delila was heading towards them. Ow hell!

"Why are you standing here? I told you to get that document,"

Patience.

"So this big brother is making coffee, sister," he said as he glanced at Celine.

Delila was not flinching. There was no way he would fight with Celine just because of the new kid. "The reason is you."

"Here, it's been more than three times." Sumi's position as the boss because she is the son of the company owner can not stay silent. They were indeed one room, but the table of the hijab-wearing girl was a little further towards the door. But he can still monitor what is going on.

And what he saw this time, was not a natural thing, but insolent.

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Uh, betewe, make-up loh for who already donated vote & don't think I tuh tuh 'em '5 'round.