Husband is Not My Choice

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I was editing photos when my hape rang. I saw someone's name appear on my screen. I jerked. Syifa. An old friend from far away was calling me.

"Hello" I said after I touched the green phone symbol.

"City, Enggar. How are you doing? Long time no see. You're getting more successful, yes," said the voice across. Syifa.

"Yes, good news from here. How are you doing there? What did his son get?"

"good too. My son can already macem these. Uh, Enggar, just get on with it. You have three million? If I want to massage first, dong. My father is sick. I need a fee for your treatment. Later I will return if my husband has paid," Syifa pinta.

Syifa was my old coworker. In an electronics factory in the MM2100 industrial area. It has been a long time since we met.

Because of one company and coincidentally when applying together, I felt like he was already a close friend of mine. We always talk about work. Angry, angry, and crying together. For me, he was my best friend at the time.

Now he came to ask for a loan. Who is the man whose heart is untouched to see his close friend in distress?

"What kind of pain is it, Syifa?" ask me to be concerned.

"My father wants to wash the blood, Nggar. And I have absolutely no money. My father is old. Peed everywhere. I take care of my own father. Where my son is still a child too. Some time ago, you also put a ring in his heart, "sadly Syifa.

My body is trembling. I can't imagine how Syifa is.

"Patient, yes, Syifa. Mom's there, right?" my many.

"My mom is dead, nagging. A few weeks after I got married" Syifa said.

"Ah, sorry. That brother?"

"I don't have anyone anymore. Having a sister feels like you have no sister. One of my brothers lives in Bekasi, but it's like giving everything to me. As if I didn't want to know about my father's condition. At least a little help as a child. But this is not, Nagging. I'm dizzy myself. I'm tired of myself. It was like killing myself. Can it be suicide? No sins, anyway? The other one my brother is unemployed. Staying in one house with me, but it's just a burden on me. I'm tired, Nggar. Tired," said Syifa while sobbing.

"Yes, God, Syifa. Don't give up dong. Praying. How's your husband?" my many.

"My husband is still working. But his salary is not enough to just treat the father. I don't know who else to ask for help with. I want to give up" said Syifa.

"Alright, Syif. I'll do it later, yeah. You are patient, yes. One day there is a reward for your kindness. You're sending me your account number right now" I said.

"Thank You, Naughty. I'll change if my husband has paid, yes" he said, hanging up the phone.

The phone call from Syifa and the problem, made my inspiration to edit photos become a waste. I stared at the photo on the computer screen that I was halfway through. Deadlocked. No interest in working on it anymore.

I save my Photoshop worksheet first, then turn off the computer.

Without much thought, I searched for the number of someone who could help me. Mother. I called him and immediately connected.

"Mom, I want to ask you a favor," I said immediately without further ado as soon as the phone was connected.

"What's wrong?" he asked after his greeting was not answered by me. I'm sure you know there's an important problem.

"Mommy has a balance in the account? Can I have you transferred to my friend's account? It just so happens that he needs money, Mom. He borrowed me, but I have no balance. On the tenth day when I receive my salary, I'll return it immediately, ma'am" I begged.

"How much? I'll check first" said the voice across.

"Three million dollars" I replied.

For a moment there was no sound from across. Silent. Maybe mom is thinking.

I took a deep breath. If asked to believe or not to believe, of course I believe. Reason one. Syifa is my friend. I know him, he knows me. Even though you only know your coworkers.

"Name Syifa. Majalengka. He was my old workmate. The guy's good, I trust him," I said.

"Yes already. Later mom find free time to get out to the atm. When needed?" ask mother.

"Three more days should be there, yes, ma'am," I replied.

Mom agreed and hung up the phone. I let out a sigh of relief. In the heart hope for the fortitude of Syifa and the healing of his father.

Indeed, whoever the person, if asked for help by people in distress, surely how if he is able he will work on it. Especially with the lives of people. There is a saying that whoever does good will one day return to him. Whoever does evil will one day return to him. Then do it well while you can.

There hasn't been a minute of my mind becoming a little calm, there was a message from Mas Baim asking to meet. Ask to be accompanied by shopping to buy gifts for her cousin who has just given birth.

"Sorry, Mas. I want to sleep for a while today. Exhausted," I wrote, replying to his message.

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Mom has sent her proof of transfer. I'll send it to Syifa. Syifa repeatedly thanked him.

I yawned, then squirmed, stretching my joints. It felt tense after sitting two hours in front of the computer, editing the photo, then uploading it in Shutterstock, filling out the photo description using English, and then, and look for the right keywords so that photos are easily found in search engines.

During those two hours I was only able to upload five photos. Sad indeed, if we have limitations in work. But everything I can do today is worth being grateful for. I need to be able to appreciate myself.

"Let's have a coffee, first. You take a break, yes, Zen," I said to my computer. Ryzen 7's. I named it that way.

I got out of my thin bed. It felt comfortable and calm after successfully uploading my prettiest photos.

I made a cup of milk coffee in the kitchen, then brought it back into the room.

As I passed through the mirror next to the door, I stopped and was stunned to see my image. Ruffled hair, dull skin, belek still stuck to the tip of the left eye, and waking face is still visible from the mirror reflection.

"Is my soul mate like this? He said a soul mate is a reflection of self. Will Mas Baim be like this? Ah, but Mas Baim is the new candidate. Not knowing mate or baseball," I said to myself while clinging to various expressions.

I suddenly thought about Syifa. My forehead wrinkled for a moment.

Later if I have a house later, I do not want to be a burden for my husband. Not that I consider Syifa a burden to her husband, you know, yes. I only learned from Syifa's problems. For that, I will try to find my own money.

It feels that after marriage, the wife who earns her own is more elegant. She can use her work money to buy makeup and clothes she likes. And buy some snacks to snack on while working.

If you already have children, it is better to find work that can be done at home. So, even though she is a housewife, she can still work in her spare time. Homework is done and the kids are asleep.

Although the results are not much, at least there is inner satisfaction when we do it.

"Ah, I don't know. All of this exists only in wishful thinking. It can or does not depend later on how it is. It feels like before marriage I have to realize my dream first," I sambi raised next to my eyebrows.

The coffee I made was getting cold. I sipped it, then sang as I walked into the room.

I found my hole vibrating. Incoming messages from Mas Baim.

"Fear, let's call tomorrow. Let's talk about the next plan" he said.

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