He is my Imam
chapter 1
My story began with a debate between me and my mother who wanted me to study medicine. It's not that I'm not filial to parents, but I don't want to go to college. My mind when I graduated school just wanted to go straight to work, because I saw both my sisters were very happy with their jobs. From there I want to work, whatever work is important is halal. that was on my mind at that time.
And here I am now. SEMARANG, yes I am in the city of Semarang now. I ran away from home and brought only a few clothes. Because today is the day where I have to interview for work at the restaurant, of the many final job vacancies I was called also for an interview. It didn't take me how long I ended up being accepted straight away, maybe he saw my determination to work.
”mbak, later delivered the same great mas yes,” said mbak Tiara one of the employees at the restaurant. But I see his position is higher than others, seen from his clothes are different from employees who wear uniforms, while the Tiara mbak only wear a robe.
”dianter where to mbak?” my ask doesn't know. Because I think this is where he works.
”ke klipang mbak, later mbak Lisa training there, not here, because here it is full” said mbak Tiara explained with a friendly smile. I just smiled and nodded my head in understanding.
Shortly thereafter there was a grand mas who was said by Tiara earlier, he would take me to the traning place. I rode on a motorcycle driven by the great mas and occasionally answered questions that were thrown to me.
It didn't take long, about 15 minutes grand mas stopped the bike in front of the restaurant, maybe this is the place of work I thought.
”directly go in aja mbak, rest first, tomorrow just start work” said mas agung while carrying my bag.
”makasih mas” said as the great mas put my bag in front of the door of the room that I thought was the employee's room.
I went into the room and was very surprised by such a narrow room. There was one girl who was lying down while playing hp, from what I heard earlier her name was mbak Uci, she was on vacation so sleep.
I'm confused about how to rest, this room is so narrow. I looked at Mr. Uci and asked him how many people were sleeping here.
I who heard that was immediately shocked, this small room in the habitation of four people. I looked around the room. _”This is so narrow how can they sleep with such a narrow room?” my mind in my heart.
”which person is mbak?” ask mbak Uci
”jakarta mbak” replied I smiled thinly
”eslah very far ya” said mbak Uci wonder.
”kok can know the job here mbak?”
”my friends say here there is a vacancy mbak, trus I chat and directly told to Semarang ” my story. And mbak Uci just smiled and nodded.
” rest mbak. mbaknya must be tired of traveling here” said mbak Uci let me lie next to him.
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