I Converted to Islam Because of Helper

POV Lilis

"Why is the test like this? what kind of work will I get after this?" so far only a few people have survived the test, others have opted out. Probably have the same thoughts as me.

I finally stopped taking the test, because I believed it was a shady business. Because what is conveyed is only theory, without knowing the real job.

I don't have any friends on the board, but I have friends who work around Tangerang that are my friends during Junior High. Not much, just a few.

Fortunately I'm not a typical cocky guy with old friends, so they're being nice to me too. Even during school, I had many friends and was also close to the teachers.

"If there is a locker around Tangerang tell me yes, there is no way I can go back to Palembang without success" I told them by phone and WhatsApp messages.

Before long there was one friend who called and offered a job with a hefty salary, namely being a Baby sitter while helping with homework.

I'm glad I accepted the offer. I don't feel my pride going down just because I used to work as a supervisor now as a maid, while it's halal I will do it.

"What matters is halal." My inner.

"Seriously want Lis? You are from a family of capable people. If I was a maid, only a graduate of Junior High." asked Rani, my friend who offered the job.

"Father Ran, besides I've been trained to live a simple life from childhood.so no prestige, and if the business of taking care of children or cleaning up I have often done at home." I tried to convince Rani.

"Okay tonight I also call the dealer.no charge, because the dealer has been able to get a percentage from the employer. So he's just a means." Rani Terang.

"Yes Ran, thank you very much" I replied.

Two days later I arrived at this place, a house with a Chinese feel even though it was in Indonesia.

At first I thought that the Chinese were not friendly with the natives. It turns out that my estimation was wrong, here my master is very good, not stingy.

What distinguishes the bad good of a person is not religion, race, or tribe. Except for the nature and behavior of the individual himself.

Early work I was taught by Ama, the mother of Bu Sri, the employer who would pay me.

Ama was a little chatty but I was mummified, because I was new and did not understand what I had to do. Over time he became more friendly.

Then Jeff, he is the child I foster. aged only six years and just entered elementary school in the elite school SHB (the hope of the nation) in the area of Modernland Tangerang.

Lastly, Mr. Sri and Mr. Tom. They are Jeff's parents and my top employer. Ms. Sri and Mr. Tom are good people, not demanding much I have this it's important the work is done.

"Your clothes are all nice, Lis?" ama asked as I was helping her cut vegetables.

"Yes Ma, I just happened to not bring my daily clothes. Because at first I had time to apply for a job at PT.xx" I answered lying. Of course I won't tell them about my origins, fearing that their judgment might change against me.

"Well, it's good not to be Lis, it's a lying business. Instead of getting money instead of your money being gnawed, the work is just looking for a new Terget." Ama seems to understand what the business is doing.

"Tin. tin... tin.." the sound of the motor horn from outside the gate of the house.

"Bak Lis please open the gate yes, my sister wants to enter." ordered Mr. Tom when I just finished helping Ama in the kitchen.

"Yes sir" I replied, and headed straight for the gate.

I closed the gate again and immediately entered the house continuing to watch the club's comedy show in the room. I don't like watching soap operas.

The guest room was crowded with chat mak Tom, Bu Sri, Jeff and brother Mr. Tom.

Finished the show I went into the bathroom and took a shower.

Before long the door of my room was knocked followed by the voice of Jeff who invited me to accompany him to play to the Mall.

I'm gonna go out and follow him.

Me, Jeff and Mr. Tom's brother are heading for the Mall.

In the car, Mr. Tom asked me a few things and I answered as necessary. Because our principle is not easily familiar with new people.

As we were about to climb the escalator my view accidentally caught dozens of pashmina headscarves patterned with Arabic script lined up. My mind floated because I wanted the hijab for a long time, in Palembang I haven't had time to buy it.

I doubt it, keep stepping on the escalator or heading to the hijab place and buy it for a while. Given that I am not free to wander, I finally broke the intention to buy a hijab and continued the journey to follow Jeff and Mr. Tom's brother who was named Mr. Shang. I decided to call him sir.

The main goal is Timezone. Because Jeff wants to play a game there. I who have been used to invite my sisters to play in Timezone seem to smile themselves considering their cuteness when playing games.

I did smile to see Jeff and Shang are very noisy playing the GP motorcycle game. But my mind is thinking of my brothers.

When I came to my senses and really looked at Jeff and Mr. Shang. I saw Mr. Shang looking at me.

"Eh, what is it? Why is Shang sir thinking of me too?" my mind was ashamed, while lowering my gaze.

*

After a few days of work as a maid, the company informed me that I was not found guilty.

Some people apologized and asked me to return to work as an administrative supervisor.

[Sorry, I got a new job. So the company can look for my replacement as an administrative supervisor. And please remove who is the mastermind who already wants to defame me] I said, in the phone when Mr. Hamid called using an office number.

[We are very sorry for this incident, and for the perpetrators we have found and we have removed them directly from the company] he replied.

[So who is sir?] manya curious.

[Bu Nita and Rafi sir. They conspired to bring down Lilis by embezzling half the items her expenses were calculated by the administrative supervisor so that the company thought Lilis was the one who embezzled the funds] he replied.

[Okay sir thank you. May such people no longer be around the office. Assalamualaikum] I answered and then turned off the phone after saying my regards.

I'm finally relieved. Because the one found guilty is not me, and the real culprit is known. But to go back there it feels no longer interested, it is better to continue the work here, which is far from toxic environment.

Thank you for faithfully reading this cerbung.