I'm taking you off, Mas!

Afkar Can't Avoid It

Mr. Setyo can't ban. Because he did not want to disturb the household life of his son. All of the decisions Afkar made must be the best for them. Only Ms. Nuri disagrees. The mother of Afkar could not do much because Mr. Setyo always advised her.

“This father, mother people want to talk to Afkar, why is it forbidden? bummer?" Bu Nuri pouted while nagging at Mr. Setyo. "That kid too, is so stubborn!Not listening to mom. Just look later if anything happens, mother will not help,” said Bu Nuri after Pak Setyo's phone connection ended with Afkar.

“Bu!” Setyo Sir. “Astagfirullahaladzim, call it, Mom! Remember that prayer, I should pray well for Afkar and Yara!”

Mr. Setyo shook his head with Bu Nuri's words while rubbing his chest slowly. His wife may have said no good to her son.

“Father never understood mother's feelings!” Bu Nuri left Mr. Setyo angrily in the living room.

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Time has shown where the factory workers stopped working. The sound of a bell indicating the time to go home for the workers was heard.

A handsome, tall man with resolute jaws rushed out from a renowned textile factory in the city of Jakarta.

With wide strides Afkar joined in line with other employees about to report a home attendance for today.

“Pak Afkar, we will miss no one to help work this week!” said one of the girls waiting in line with her, her name is Yeni.

Afkar just smiled at the babbling of his men.

Although his position at the factory as head of the department but Afkar still unpretentious with other employees. He followed the rules. One of them, waiting in line when doing absenteeism unlike other superiors. Who does not want to join and help his men at work. That's why many people like Afkar. But there are those who do not like the attitude of Afkar.

After reporting his absence in the finger machine in the security post. Afkar rushed to the parking area. I can't wait to go home soon. I want to meet Yara and Dhiya soon.

Riding his matic motorcycle, Afkar returned to the contract. There is Kak Ima who is relaxing sitting enjoying the atmosphere of the afternoon.

“Tumben not overtime?” ask Ima when Afkar comes.

“I take a week off, Ka! Today want to go home to pick up a wife in the village!” Sahut Afkar with spirit.

“Loh, new ko says! Bang Boy tau?”

“Abang tofu, Ka. Last night I said to him, want to leave the same bike rented during my time in the village.”

“Oh."

Afkar entered into a contract and soon came out with a backpack and a cardboard bag that had been wrapped in duct tape so as not to be easily torn. All of these are things that he will bring home. For people there.

“Gak, take a shower first, Kar? Rest first, just leaving.” Sister Ima was astonished by Afkar's hasty attitude.

“Gak sempet, Kak.”

Afkar immediately put his motor matic into the contract. Then give the key to the contract to Kak Ima.

“How many hours does his travel mobik come?”

Asked Sister Ima a little scream from outside.

Just finished talking. The so-called travel car has arrived.

“Tuh 'kan, if you take a shower first, even miss travel," cried Afkar who rushed to wear his backpack and then say goodbye to Kak Ima. “I signed ya, Brother! Please lock them!" Pinta Afkar while she grinned. Because Afkar looks very rushed.

"This you, the people in the car over there can get drunk with the smell of your sweat!" ejek Kak Ima's. Afkar just smiled in response.

“Be careful, Kar! Call me and Bang Boy when you get to.” Ima looks sad to see Afkar walking hastily towards the travel car

who was waiting for him across the street.

Neighboring life with fellow nomads makes Afkar with Kak Ima and Bang Boy like brothers. They not only share stories but whatever they have let alone the food they often share.

“Yes, definitely. I'm saying goodbye, brother! Assalamu’alaikum."

Afkar ran a small approach to a travel car that stopped across the street. The car came to pick him up. Afkar learned of the trip from Kak Ima and Bang Boy. Because they often use the service when returning to their hometown. More practical do not have to move around public transportation.

Afkar waved at Kak Ima who was staring at him in sadness. Being together with Afkar just a few months has made them close like brothers.

Afkar's travel car drove fast, splitting the capital's congested streets with traffic jams in the afternoon.

The Jakarta trip to Mojokerto takes about ten hours if the trip is smooth. Travel is slower because travel cars have to deliver many passengers to different destinations. Afkar's journey will reach his hometown tomorrow. The travel driver will take passengers who are close to the crossing path first.

During the trip Afkar closed his eyes. His body feels tired because he just came home from work must rush to catch up with time so as not to be left behind by his chartered car. Afkar does not forget to send Yara a message that she is on her way back to her village. But the message he sent showed a small circle at the corner of his message, a pulse of data that Afkar had already run out.

Afkar thinks it will charge the data pulse later, when the driver stops at the gas station or at the rest area.

The car stopped at the gas station to refuel. Afkar told the driver to wake him if he stopped. Afkar said he would charge the pulse so he could tell his family when the distance was close. So someone picks him up later.

“Mas, wake up, Udah at the gas station,nih!” The driver woke Afkar.

“Oh, yes Sir. Thank you.”

“Don't be long, yes, Mas. The journey is still far.”

“Yes, Pak”

Afkar immediately got off the car. He's looking for a place that sells pulses. It just so happens that there's a Birumart shop across from the gas station. Half ran Afkar towards that place.

“Mbak, no quota pulses?” ask the shop employee.

“There, Mas.”

“Alhamdulillah, I fill an unlimited 7GB, no, Ma'am?”

“There, the number?” reply to the shop clerk

Afkar mentioned his phone number. Luckily the state of the quiet store there is only him and two buyers who still choose groceries. So Afkar doesn't have to wait long.

“How much, Mbak?”

“Ninety thousand, Mas!"

Afkar was about to reach into the wallet in his pants pocket. But after fumbling, the wallet he was looking for did not exist. Afkar tried to feel his pocket in front of his work shirt, there was no money there. Afkar forgot that his wallet was put in his backpack.

“Mbak, sorry my money was left in the bag," Afkar said with a bad feeling.

The shopkeeper looked suspiciously at Afkar. Afkar understands the situation if the store clerk is afraid if Afkar tricked him.

“If you don't believe me, this phone will be left here. I want to get the money in the car! I will be back here!”

The shopkeeper nodded to agree.

“Sorry, yes, Mas. I just keep so don't want to later have to number if Mas, lie.”

“Yes, I understand!" Afkar gave his cell phone to the shopkeeper. He got out of the Birumarket and ran to the gas station to get his wallet.

Afkar also did not want the driver and the others to wait too long. The man did not notice from the right of his sliding a black car at full speed. Afkar can't avoid it.

Brainskkkkk....

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