I Converted to Islam Because of Helper

It was just a dream

Lyrically, her face looked sad and perhaps disappointed at my wrong answer when asked a question by her father.

My heart is beating so fast.

I finally woke up from my sleep, it was all just a dream.

Sweat has flooded the body, of course I'm still not finished with my dream just now.

"Why did I dream like that? Doesn't converting to Islam just say the word shahadah? Why did I wake up when I hadn't finished my dream?" I rubbed my face rough.

I see the clock still showing at three in the morning.

I went to the kitchen to drink cold water in the fridge, because my throat was dry. I like to wake up at night. But usually at one or two in the morning.

I passed by the room next to me, kept walking, accidentally glanced into the room and saw something standing there in white.

Was shocked to think it was the figure of a Ghost Pocong because the state of the room lamp was not turned on. Only rely on lights near the ceiling of the room separator dimly.

"Mom? Why is he praying like this? How many times do Muslims pray in a day?" Inner wondering.

I heard like the voice of a woman crying as much as she could, which was none other than Bu Imah.

"Why did Ma'am Pray while crying? Does he have a big problem that he's hiding?" I keep wondering.

I passed on my intention to go to the kitchen and would ask about Miss Imah who was crying the next morning.

After drinking I can not close my eyes again, I turn on the tv that not long ago I put in the room.

Another one I put near the kitchen. So that Bu Imah does not get bored and wants to watch TV while relaxing.

The next morning I went to the material store which was meant by my subordinates who oversaw the process of building the project. Or commonly called a supervisor. There were five supervisors signed by Ge tom. All running their own parts.

"Mom, I'm leaving. I may be home late because the destination is quite far away. If mommy sleeps do not forget to lock the door and do not let unknown guests into the house. Fear of fraud" I told Bu Imah before leaving.

"Yes sir, I am also afraid that there are unknown guests" he replied.

Long enough no word from Lilis, I'm getting used to not thinking about Lilis.

But since last night's dream, I remember Lilis from meeting until I wanted to sacrifice my religion.

"He's too busy with his job, and maybe he's changing his phone number" my inner guess.

This time I was with Mr. Joko who was none other than one of the supervisors chosen by my brother, I asked him to buy materials because he was much more experienced about valuing goods.

"Sir Shang, rest here for a while yes I want to pray dhuhur first." Pinta pak Joko's.

"Oh, yes, sir please. I parked in the mosque area." Yes." I turned the car to the mosque on the right side of the road.

Before long Mr. Joko got down from the car to the ablution place which is beside the mosque.

I who felt bored in the car decided to get out and stand near my car parked.

"Let's go with the wudhunya" said a man to me.

I who is non-Muslim just nodded and smiled, confused what to answer.

The man looked at me, then his gaze turned to my neck wearing a small cross necklace.

"Then I first wudhu yes sir" the man said goodbye towards the side of the mosque. Maybe he understood that I was not Muslim.

There was a voice from inside the mosque "Allahu Akbar" soon "Allahu Akbar" repeated. Of course I know that it is the voice of the imam of the mosque who leads the prayer.

" It's been a loveless year

I'm a man of three years.

Integrity Faith and crocodile tears

Trust me darlin trust me darlin." My phone vibrated followed by a song from imagine dragon, I did change the tone of the WhatsApp phone link with the song titled bad wild.

It appears on the screen Mama is calling me with a video call system application WhatsApp.

I press the green button to pick up the phone.

"Hello mam," I opened the chat when Mama and I were connected and our video was plastered on the screen.

"At Ma's break, Shang wanted to buy building materials with Shang's supervisor. Later the goods are delivered by the seller if you have made a payment transaction or DP." I replied.

"Gua heard the voice of the Muslims again Pray, that again in the mosque huh?" Tanya Mama tried to focus on the screen, of course she saw the mosque behind me.

"Yes ma, Shang is waiting for Shang Salat's supervisor" I replied.

"Kirain lu the Praying" seloroh Mama. I dare not ask my mother about this.

"Mama's all right, right?" I switched the conversation by asking about my mother.

"Good mother Shang, when are you on leave? Not the same as Mama? It's been four months of you dimedan.!" Mama spoke in a slightly high tone, I understood her point. Of course mama misses her youngest child, although I often call or video call Mama of course she wants to see me directly.

"Yes Ma, mid-next month Shang comes home. The project cannot be left because, Mama is fine there take care of Mama's health." I tried to calm my mother.

"Yaudah, the cave wants to take a nap first" said Mama.

"Yes ma, Shang also wants to continue the journey." shortly the phone was turned off by Mama.

"It's so bad that the cave became a child, just wanted to work until I forgot the parents" he said, starting to regret my actions that became indifferent to Mama.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullah, assalamualaikum warahmatullah" said the voice of the mosque's imam.

Not long after the worshipers of the dhuhur prayer out of the mosque.

"Let's sir, I'm sorry if it's a little inconvenient and a little time stalling." Reveal Joko sir.

"Yes, sir, I don't understand. Prayer is an obligation for every religion. And there must be consequences from God for people who neglect it" I replied.

"Yes sir, and I always try to pray always at the beginning of time. Because it's better than procrastinating." replied Joko.

"Yes sir", sir",

"Father has long been engaged in the world of development projects?" I asked Joko.

"It's been fifteen years sir, since I was single and married and had children" he replied.

Mr. Joko is a person who is fun to talk to, so I do not hesitate to ask a lot of questions.

"Previously while in college majored in what, sir?"

I asked by staying focused on driving.

"Civil engineering majors pack, covering technology designing, building, maintaining, and repairing buildings" replied Mr. Joko.

"Where did Joko work before?" It seems that Joko sir does have a lot of work experience seen from how it works in the project I am living.

"Not so long ago I quit the sugar factory construction project in Palembang sir. I happen to be in a position as a production manager." Answer Joko.

"Well good dong get a position as a manager? Why did you even go out and choose to be a supervisor?" I'm getting interested in the direction of the conversation with Joko sir.

"Yes because my contract expires, even though I feel at home there. In addition to its quite interesting place is in the lowlands of the victorious river Ogan Komering Ilir, the border between the provinces of Lampung and Palembang. There all the workers are placed in mes-mes that are elongated or commonly called long House. And each position has a different level of majesty mes. The higher the position, the better and more comfortable the mesnya." Mr. Joko told his experience with passion, I also smiled to hear all the stories.

"Well good and cool, of course, sir, the structure of the building" I replied with a little look at the interlocutor.

"Yes sir, I have a thumbs up for the architecture of the building. Not even the responsibility of the company to contract foreign people such as India (isgec), Switzerland, Korea, and several other countries to help the development process from the start of production and engineering." mr. Joko continues his story occasionally with interspersed laughs.

"If the titukan project is usually a male worker all right sir?" I began to remember the knowledge of the world of the project so as not to be considered lacking knowledge by Mr. Joko. That is usually the work done by the majority of men.

"Yes sir, the majority of the workers are men, but there are also women. Yes can be counted fingers, about ten people. If the girls are the most occupying positions as Admin, staff, supervisor, and superintendent" replied Mr. Joko.

"It must be a snatch yes sir ya hehehe" I answered trying to mimic the speech style of the project employees I heard while I was watching their work.

"Yo certainly is sir, but there is one unique story that until now I remember about the female workers supervisor, formerly ordinary Admin, who was a woman, but because of his skills and talent, he rose to office after working for two years and following the selection and tests made by the company. He's only been out for two months so the supervisor keeps coming out, but the exit is weird. After two days of work from leave, it's weird, sir?" It seems that Joko sir is thinking about something.

"Well, no news what's the reason he's out? Usually, the HRD who takes care of the outgoing letter must know." answered me who began to be curious.

"Yes from the HRD supervisor to the staff just said they didn't know sir. Maybe Lilis can do a better job outside, and not hot-heated on the project. Yes even though he occupies the office." said Joko sir.

"Lilis, her name?" Hearing someone else say the name Lilis, suddenly my chest trembled again.

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