I Converted to Islam Because of Helper

Attend a wedding invitation

"Here is Lilis. Less know the full name wong long name fellow job title I sometimes do not know." Bright sir Joko.

" Anyway Lilis is nice, firm, a little quiet and certainly beautiful sir. His clothes are always neat even though not too glamorous." Joko sir told the characteristics of Lilis who had worked in the same company with him.

"It turns out that Lilis is an average person who is good, beautiful. Later if my daughter is a girl I will give her the name that there is Lilisnya haha." My inner.

Then Mr. Joko looked at me as I turned towards him whom I replied with a grin.

it seems like he noticed my strange facial expression.

"Sir Shang why are you smiling? What else do you think?" Ask Joko sir who made me turn my head.

"No sir, I miss my girlfriend" I said a lie.

"Yes hunting marriage dong pak, later hung up the same fast motion you know." ledek pak Joko with a laugh.

The awaited day arrives, which is the holiday period. I'll go back to Tangerang.

Not wanting to drive alone to Tangerang I decided to invite Joko sir who is now my right hand in the project.

He did not mind my request, "Lumayan got a holiday gratus" he said when I offered.

"My mother lives on vacation first yes, mother can temporarily go home if lonely alone here, or can invite the mother's children to stay here" I told Bu Imah the night before leaving.

"Yes sir, I'm here. My only child is in college in Jogja." replied Bu Imah, some time ago he did say that her husband had died since his daughter was still Junior High. And to finance the needs of the child's life and school, Bu Imah used to sell raw vegetables roving using her husband's motorcycle. Then in the afternoon he became a teaching teacher for children in Bu Imah village.

Ms. Imah is indeed someone who is hardworking and does not complain much, I have never heard the complaints of Ms. Imah while working at my rented house.

Bu Imah also told me that his daughter is Hafidzah, which means he has memorized the Qur'an out of his head.

Putri Bu Imah completed his memorization when he occupied the second grade of High School or if the cottage is called Aliyah madrasah. Even the daughter of Bu Imah wears a veil to close the aurat, Bu Imah told.

After picking up Mr. Joko at the service, I and Mr. Joko started the journey in my car.

In the middle of the trip I swapped positions with Mr. Joko to take over driving the car.

Of course on the trip we spent chatting.

When I arrived in Lampung province, my car broke a tire. Precisely on the toll road around the big fly.

I did not know anyone at all in Lampung, but different from Mr. Joko who seemed to call some of his colleagues who live in Lampung.

After waiting finally one of Mr. Joko's friends came to bring spare tires. I thought Mr. Joko's friend was the same age as him, but it turned out that the man who came was a young man who I estimated was in his twenties.

Soon the man changed the tires of my car with the tires he was carrying. Deftly he removed the tire and reassembled the new tire.

"Beres sir" said the man who turned out to be named Asna ibnu or commonly called Ibnu by Mr. Joko.

I handed him some red banknotes and did not forget to thank the young man. Then he said goodbye to go home.

"It turns out that Joko's business friends are many, too." I opened the conversation in the car.

"Yes sir, it just so happens that he was once my subordinate. Precisely Ibnu was one of the permanent employees at PT Pratama Nusantara sakti, until now still working there. And now still on leave for twelve days, his house is in central Lampung." Replied Joko sir by still carrying a car a little fast on the highway.

"It looks like the company is indeed quite large, sir? What is the approximate number of employees in his project sir?" Askaqua.

"Where I occupy the Factory section, the number of workers is about five hundreds, it includes managers, superintendents, supervisors, and operators or employees. Not yet added the number of contractors from PT weltes and PT Nusa raya kedita and domestic wild contractors." Reveal Joko with enthusiasm.

"Well, great yeah.! About when did the project finish and start producing the sugar?" I continue the question that comes to mind.

"March reportedly began to grind sir, but I can not see directly because it has resigned" replied Joko.

The car has entered the port of Bakauheni Lampung, I and Joko sir entered the dock one.

Inside the ship, Mr. Joko and I climbed the stairs of the ship until they arrived on the ship. It just so happened that it was not yet dark so I asked Mr. Joko to become an impromptu photographer, who shot me in some style.

"My replacement, Mr. Shang, please take photos, I want to upload them on Facebook" said Mr. Joko, who I responded with pleasure.

Finished taking pictures of Joko sir taking me to the karaoke place on the boat. There is a fairly crowded atmosphere, there are dozens of passengers and some songbirds complete with the music band.

Quite entertained by the singing of college kids who are renting a band, they are still fully equipped to wear the campus alma mater.

A college boy took to a simple stage and sang a song whose lyrics read

"Jak palas tigoh in teladas

Jak Ranau tigoh mit bengkunat

mount tiuh pumatang

islands off the coast..

Wahwah panjak in Nusantara

Tani tukun Sangun jak

Tanoh Lampung by Tanoh Lado." Very melodious voice and looks very sedentary, Maybe it is the original tribe of Lampung. And next to the man was a woman who I'm guessing is the boyfriend, looking very romantic. My mind drifted to think of the no-no.

The passengers inside the karaoke room all turned to the stage, watching their performances. After the song finished they clapped their hands with the other audience, as if carried away.

"Great adolescence." My inner.

I also really enjoyed the song, including Mr. Joko. He was busy recording.

One hour more boat water trip to the Merak harbor dock, Banten.

This time I am in control of driving the car because Joko sir does not really understand the direction of the road. Mr. Joko fell asleep, apparently he was exhausted after passing the trip for almost two days.

After arriving home I woke up Mr. Joko and told him to continue to rest in the guest room.

While my main goal is to look back at the sweet potato plants that I planted a week before leaving for Medan. It is not difficult enough to plant sweet potatoes, just prepare the land that has been hoeed in the form of mounds, give compost and ready to wait for harvest.

I'm very fond of growing vegetables, but when I found out I would not return home for a long time I just planted sweet potatoes. If calculated until now, it means my sweet potato plants are eight months old. While usually I harvest sweet potatoes at the age of four months, of course the resulting fruit will be larger.

Sweet potato crop I usually bring to my restaurant business to be used as ice cream. It is in great demand by the visitors because the taste is soft and sweet certainly in accordance with the tongue of the people of Indonesia. If the sweet potato plant I planted has not been harvested usually my restaurant employees will buy it in traditional markets.

"Hello Rudi." I called one of the restaurant employees, though,

"Hello sir, what about sir?" Answer the voice from across the phone.

"Tomorrow to the house as usual, help me harvest sweet potatoes. Later there will be additional money as usual" I replied.

"Yes sir, tomorrow at eight in the morning I am there" replied Rudi.

"okay." I'm turning off the phone.

When I turned around there was Joko waiting for me, "where's the toilet pack?" He asked as if holding something back.

"Oh that sir is near the kitchen, next to the stairs. From here metu kono turn left straight wae." I replied with a hand giving direction. Joko sir seemed to notice the movement of my hand.

"Earah kok even sing sir-pak, the big song again" said Mr. Joko with a laugh and then towards the direction I mean.

I just grinned, understood the song also from the workers who turn on the music while working, maybe so as not to be sad and lonely.

The yield of sweet potatoes this time is quite satisfactory with a large enough fruit, sweet potatoes are transported by pickup car directly to the restaurant.

"Let's take us to my brother's house" I asked Joko after he finished doing the Ashar Prayer.

"Come sir, I also can't wait to meet the boss again" replied Joko happily.

It didn't take long for us to reach Ge tom's house.

"Tin. tin. tin." I honked the car horn from outside the gate, before long a middle-aged woman rushed to the gate and opened it.

"So this is Ge tom's new helper." My inner.

After entering Ge Tom's house, we spent time talking about projects and things. Mama also participated in nimbrung, of course Joko became the chairman in every chat, because his knowledge in the field of buildings is very broad.

"Shang, our company got a wedding invitation from one of the cave friends from PT Waskita, his home in Palembang. The cave can not leave because if there would be more than one day, the office can not be left." said Ge tom while showing the invitation on the table.

"It must be a luxury Ge tom party, high position right?" My toot.

"Yoi, he's a manager, you want to leave? Not bad all holidays to Ampera, is Instagramable, in accordance with your hobby that likes selfies." Ge tom offered to represent the company.

"When is Ge? The cave is okay, there will be Joko sir who is calm on the way so not boring." I replied.

"Lusa, so yes if you want to leave tomorrow if you have a vacation at once. I have to stay at the hotel." said Ge Tom.

"Where is Joko? Won't you tire of being on the road again?" I asked Mr. Joko, feeling bad. Afraid he objected.

"Yes no papa sir, in Palembang my friend is also more." He answered with a happy expression.

"Jaudah Ge the day after the cave departed." I looked at Ge tom, though,

"Yes, I hope you accidentally meet Ono" Ge Tom sneered, of course he meant Lilis.

Joko who did not understand just smiled.

Then Azan Magrib reverberated, Joko asked for permission to fulfill the obligation of magrib prayer at the mosque near Ge tom's house.

Thanks for reading & ''T2