I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

MY TRANSFER DAY

The first day of Ramadan, the first day I worked. Rosa really pranked me that day. All the report assignments he gave for me to study and I copied neatly in journals and ledgers. Hhh... I just smiled wryly. But I dare not refuse. Only Mas Anang who came to smile encouraged me secretly.

Fortunately my first sahur who was confused with Mul and Jabrik made me the spirit of eating sahur even though only fried chicken menu with sambal so sachetan. Thank God, too, at least enough for my energy and stamina to digest again after months of vacuum from this routine.

Hours of rest I used to blur for a while the wrinkles of salemba look bang Sobri. I talked to him for a while. Seeing him in good health is enough to calm me down. I also told the state of Mbah Kardi and mbok Sartijah who are also in good health. Bang Sobri hugged me tightly. Thank you to me for following his words to his hometown tetirah. I also said that the tomb of the wife, her two parents-in-law and her eldest son had been padlocked and I installed a tombstone although simple. Bang Sobri smiled with a sigh of relief.

I told him God willing to come back to see him before the feast day comes. In any case, I knew that the Feast Day was the saddest day for him because no one was to side with him even in the time of Eid. Bang Sobri is indeed a mysterious person who does not really like to tell his life except the reason why he is in prison. That'sthat's all. Besides, I don't know if his parents are still around or not, whether he has a brother. Hhh...

I went back to the office and was 25 minutes late. Rosa again sprayed me with her scolding. Said that I was the best employee. I just smiled shyly. I was a real bitch to him. But strangely I always pull her here and there. Take care of that, take care of this. And I am the only one she trusts besides Mas Anang, her husband. Hhh.... Rosa, Rosa!

Mas Anang invited me to discuss our product which was being glimpsed by the big company. We have not found an agreement on the benefits for the results.

"Mas! Shouldn't we open our own bigger factory? We khan has our own trademark. We also have a license from BPOM. Our products can be exported. Mas khan has many loyal customer relations in Australia and America. We can join the supermarkets there."

Rosa and Anang looked at me a long time ago.

"Where's our factory making it? Must buy land first. Not to mention the funds to make the factory, not quite one M, Dik!"

" roses.... You are, ...! We don't have to have a factory on our own turf first, boss! I've heard from partners that in the Citayam area there is a new location that is built for factories or industrial estates. It is still quite new, so the possibility of rental costs per year can we condition. The point is we do not have to be dizzy first think awake. Unless our capital money is big and able to have its own factory, it's okay!"

"Where, pih? Dika's advice about not having papih's brain?" rosa asked her focused husband while nodding.

"Now if our products are in big companies. We automatically become uncompressed. We have to follow the rules. Yes khan? Not to mention the employee's business. We no longer have full power. Because it must be with the consent of the party there to make a decision."

"Bene, Brother! They agree. We survey the place of the factory building and its location. How's it?"

"We'll check first, ma'am!"

We agreed to check the place for our splinter factory later. May there be a way for us to advance our efforts better and greater. I also try to find partners who can be asked for more details about the location of the factory in Citayam.

The first day I was satisfied I had to fight with the affairs of the office that mumet with the numbers. Also back again opened the laptop to search all the materials we needed for the new factory.

Maghrib I just got home. Food for breaking the fast has been served on the table. Mul and Jabrik prepared all the. I just have to wait for bedug and ready to eat. Hehehe. Someone was caring and serving me on the first day of breaking the fast.

Time goes by without feeling. Day after day I went through with a busyness that can make me forget. If Arif had not called me to tell me that Ms. Hafsah had moved to Subang and asked when I would move to fill her house.

Saturday Our office and small factory are off. I'll take one of those days. I've prepared everything. Just leave when I want.

I'm back waiting for Saturday to arrive. I can play with my little daughter Saturday afternoon after I tidy up my transfer items.

And the day I was waiting for finally arrived. By borrowing a pick-up car from the office, I transferred Mul, Jabrik, Hana and Lina to Mul's girlfriend. We leave at 10 a.m. And until Arif's house at 12 less.

The atmosphere of housing that was quiet suddenly boisterous because of the babbling and laughter of my children. Hadeeuh....!

"Papaa...!" Jingga called me with her cry. My son was happy to mix in shock because there was a car full of parking cargo right in front of the road next to his house.

"Yongkim!!!" I embrace and lift the Orange into my arms. Smacked his cheek slowly while lowering it again.

"From now on papa lives here, son!" I said pointing to Hafsah's house.

"Asiiiik!"

Ranti who just came out of the house only seemed to look at me and Orange. I rushed to him.

"Sorry Ranti! We'll be neighbors for a year. My friend who bought Hafsah ma'am's house asked me to occupy it first until his wife gave birth later. Pardon me! But please, don't feel like I'm interfering with your comfort. You can ignore me! Also please tell Sofyan Ali about my move here!" Without waiting for his answer, I nodded and returned to Arif's house.

"Izin used to be the same mom if Jingga wanted to play with papa!" I whispered to the orange that kept following me.

"Maa... Orange play at papa yaaa's house!!" jingle said to Ranti who only replied Ranti with a wave of her hand.

Hhh... Was I cutely impressed when I was chatting with Ranti? I don't know. Don't understand what to say. I just want Ranti to stay as usual not to feel uncomfortable or clumsy because I now live next to her house.

I honestly feel uncomfortable too. You can imagine if two people who used to be married couples then divorced and now live next door. Maybe this story will only be in television dramas. But I apparently experienced it. Hhh... Somehow it will be my day and Ranti.

"But! Lu ga ape-ape stay away gini? By khan's office in Cikini, bang!" the word Mul reminds me.

"I can take the koq train, Mul!"

"But it definitely takes more time to go back and forth every day!"

"Ga papa's. Saturday sunday khan holiday. Can rest at home."

"Bang Dika's son is beautiful, sweet, funny! Make a gemes Hana!" hana said as she continued to pinch my son's cheeks.

"Haissh's...Hannah! Orange Cheeks don't pinch it!" my hardik immediately made everyone laugh at me who was on fashion angry.

"Ga thought ye, bang Dika can be fierce too!" hana whispers to Lina. We laughed again. Orange too.

"Ga exclaim ah, move month fasting. Kaga is eating a drink! This is merki'nye!" again Mul make a crisp joke but able to make a festive atmosphere. But it is also true what he said. I just blushed.

"Yes, there you go home! Nungguin is also free, except to go back to Maghrib. I'm gonna take a break. I want to time with my son!"godaku to them.

"Tuh khan! Sweet we're banished!"

"Hehehe.. joke Muul...! You guys do it, here a day?"

"Lina didn't say ginaep, bang! Father I'm waiting at home." said Lina timidly.

"Yes, yes, too. Yes, you guys came home late afternoon, Abis Ashar. So Maghrib is home. It can be too hot! Brother want to report to RT sir's house first huh? Inget, don't be so noisy. Disturb neighbors!"

"Ready boss!!"

I lead the orange to RT sir's house. I am grateful to have known him enough, when taking care of Mr. Ranti's funeral the other day. So it's not too awkward to explain my move to this territory of power. Hopefully RT and the people will understand me. I promised in my heart, not to make a fuss let alone humiliate Ranti again.

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