I'm (Not) a Cheap Woman

Secret Admirer

Nisa was in her room, watching the many stars in the sky.

At the same time, there was a knock on the door. Kanza, the most minor human in the family, opens the door.

“Eh, there's Auntie. Please enter Auntie!” he said when he saw his guest was the owner of the contract.

He also circulated his hands on a mat in the middle room of the house. As if asking the owner of the contract to sit there.

To the point, the landlord's mother directly gave the command. “Call your mama, Son. Say, auntie wants to talk.”

Kanza rushed to the room.

“Who came?” ask her mother who was just about to inform the identity of the guest.

“Tante Salwa, Ma.”

Ms. Faridah scrunched her forehead. “It's definitely willing to charge again. Oh my God, how do I pay? We don't have money yet, the inner” is poignant.

The woman who was in a frenzy rushed herself into the living room. He sat himself almost frail beside the owner of the contract. “What's up, Bu?” ask her while her right hand scratches her head.

“So this is Bu Faridah. You will know for yourself, from the first contract is a lot of interest. But I did not give because the first mother who has rented.”

Miss Salwa paused for a moment.

“But if you can't pay anymore. This contract I rent to someone else.”

Deftly, Faridah's mother grabbed Salwa's hand. He bowed his head, the bow of hope. “Please pity us Mom. My husband is sick, he is not yet at work. I promise to pay off this rental immediately if you already have money, Bu.”

“My income is also just from the rent of this contract Bu Faridah. If all my tenants are compassionate, I can't get any money. What will my kids eat?”

Ms. Faridah was silent. Miss Salwa too.

“Begin only. I gave Mom a week. If it has not been repaid, with a heavy heart this contract will be rented to others,” said bu Salwa after a few minutes of silence. Without waiting for a reply from the interlocutor again, he came out.

Shortly after, the sound of a motorbike engine was heard outside. And slowly, the roar of the two-wheeled vehicle was no longer heard. Which means, the owner of the contract is gone.

***

In the room, Nisa looked closely at her screen. There was a message coming in from a number he didn't recognize. His mind was immediately connected to the words of the thick-lipped woman in the office, this afternoon.

“Don't be happy first, Nisa. It could be a prankster.”

Even so, he was still eager to open the message.

Thing: Announcement of Passing File & Schedule Interview NaturalSkin Indonesia.

To

Yth. Participants in the Recruitment Selection of NaturalSkin Indonesia Staff Candidates

In place,

In connection with the recruitment process of prospective staff NaturalSkin Indonesia, we hereby state:

Meet the requirements to follow the selection stage of the Interview Test that will be held in accordance with the schedule.

Place: Office of NaturalSkin Indonesia

Day & Date: 22 September 2022

Hour :08.00 – finished

Given the importance of the above stages, the prospective staff should not be represented by anyone. If you do not follow the stages according to the schedule that has been determined, it is declared dead or resigned. So if this presentation we make, for his attention and cooperation we thank you.

Spontaneous, Nisa is moaning. Haru filled his heart, giving birth to clear hairs, which then rolled on his father's face.

***

Unfeelably, the gripping night has passed. Nisa wakes up with a new spirit. He glanced at the clock on the wall of his room.

The clock is approaching number 5. It is time to perform the dawn prayer. Also read some verses of the Qur’an after.

At the number after 6, Nisa greets both her parents. Peeping the backs of their hands saying, “Please pray Nisa well Pa, Ma. Hope Nisa gets accepted to work at the company. Let me help Mama and Papa support our family.”

“Don't forget to read bismillah before the interview yes,” says Bu Faridah.

“Each Ma!”

Nisa got stuck in a routine yesterday. Ride the same public transport, with the same kernet.

There was no silence on the way to the office, even for a moment. Mothers chatted about the price of trees, every day soaring, he said. You compare the quality of cigarettes. And grandmothers who complain about the attitude of young people today, who are said to be increasingly dilapidated.

Nisa's brain is also very noisy. Defeat the rinai inflicted by the spatter. Defeat the authenticity of a bunch of crickets when it comes to the heat.

“What is my appearance already attractive? What is the answer to the grid of questions during the interview I prepared is good? Wouldn't the interview feel clumsy?”

Aish, those two three question sentences completely fouled almost his entire mind. Until it was not felt, the public transportation arrived in front of the company he was headed.

Nisa, who was wearing the flower motif top was down. The bag was dropped, the paper money was taken, it was given to the kernet.

Again, he entered the office, the elevator, and ended the room yesterday.

This time, the woman sitting on the oversized chair was a beautiful figure that Nisa was familiar with. The woman's face exuded hospitality, which Nisa did not get on the face of the thick-lipped woman yesterday.

“Please sit!” her senior Pinta at the High School is soft.

He was Adara Pramudita, the idol in SMA 1 at his time. Famous for a beautiful face, a good heart, and a clever brain.

Unlike most women who are competing to look white, Dara actually appears confident with her mature brown skin.

Damn, she’s the real definition of highly class woman.

The room became increasingly concentrated to the smell of Ecocare Aerosol LCD, when Dara began to open the files owned by Nisa.

Read it carefully and in the shortest possible time. Must, because there are still many applicants that he must ask later.

“You from SMA 1 huh?” ask her with a smile.

“Iya Bu,” reply Nisa. He showed her his neat geligian.

“We are one school dong?” Dara's smile grew even more so when she asked that.

“Iya, My senior mother first.”

“Daebak, so you know me?”

“Who does not know talented women like Mom.” Nisa's words flowed just like that, with no intention to lick even a bit.

“Omo. You're a little overreacting. I was curious, how talented was I then?”

“First, Mom waketos. Dating with ketos, who valued women one school.”

“Hahaha, it turns out everyone knows our relationship. We'll be married soon. You come yes later.”

“Wah, congrats well Bu. In Shaa Allah Bu.”

“Oh yes, Arka the owner of this company loh.”

Nisa swallowed her saliva. Hearing the name of the man he had admired in secret was mentioned, making him a little nervous.

“Typically he did not pass the hijab applicants. But, don’t worry! I'll be lobbying.”

The strands of the sentence felt nourishing the hope of Nisa who had withered yesterday. His heart now feels overgrown with beautiful flowers that are visited by thousands of beautiful butterflies.

His mouth that was clenched and conical because it held back the cry for a while, now opened small. “Thank you very much Bu,” he said with teary eyes.

Dara is handing out the paper. “Please read it first. If you agree, you can sign it now. You can also think first, but only until later tonight.”

Nisa rushed to read the written point by point. Without waiting for the night, he immediately signed the contract.

“Congratulations! You can work tomorrow.”

The beautiful chief director extended his hand to Nisa. And so did Nisa. They shake hands with each other now.