Like Rubbish

Charm manager.

I am called Holy. But my personality is not like my name.

My life in the past was full of black stains. Although I have now emigrated, but my dark past has had a huge impact on my future.

Most people who know my dirty history still look me one eye. Even so I will still be determined to Istiqomah improve myself.

I who used to always show the aura, have now closed it perfectly. My prayer that I had left so often, now I always sat waiting for him before the prayer reverberated. I want to be a better person.

But the neighbors still behaved badly to me and my family. If I was the only one they insulted, I wouldn't care. But if I bring my family with me, then I won't be able to. So I decided to move out of town to start a new life.

Finally from my hometown of Majalengka, I moved to Bandung. My mother and I lived in a village in Ciparay. My two sisters didn't come because they had a family. And my dad died a long time ago when I just graduated high school.

"Mom, sorry. Saints haven't been able to love a comfortable place for mom." I kissed the hands of the woman who gave birth to me.

"What's wrong. Seeing you be a sholeh woman, I'm happy." Mom's eyes are glazed.

His hands that had started to wrinkle, the more I held them tightly.

"Aamiinu. May your words be a prayer for me. I want to be a Sholehah woman. I want to be devoted to my mother and deceased father." I hugged mom.

"Aamiinu. One way of filial piety to parents is to be a sholeh or sholehah."

My mother and I could not hold haru. We both flooded with tears.

***

The next day I work for a garment company. I was lucky that one of my best friends worked there and was willing to put me in that company.

Her name is Bu Vani. He is a person there. I was hired as Adm target line A. My job is to calculate the targets achieved by each employee line A per hour.

Thank God I found no difficulty in my work. Even Mr. Doni, my manager often praised the results of my work which he said was very satisfying. He's been very nice to me.

Two months passed, when something strange happened.

"Ci, Mr. Doni is calling you to his room." Said Dwi my workmate.

I immediately slid there for fear that Mr. Doni was angry if I did not rush to see him.

I knock on the door and say hello. Mr. Doni answered my greetings and told me to sit down. I also according.

"What's up, sir ?" my many.

"I see your performance is very good. I plan to give you an inventory bike. Do you want ?"

Motor inventory ? to my knowledge, no employee in the company was given an inventory vehicle. I think this is weird.

"Mmm.no sir. Thank ye. I am not good with other employees. I'm new here."

"How about I take you every day ?"

"Don't sir, sorry. I..later another employee gossipin us."

"It's okay. I'm single and still single, I don't have a boyfriend. Do you have a boyfriend ?"

"I don't like going out, sir."

"Good dong. But let me bring you home this afternoon. Don't refuse ! I'm not going to macem."

"Good sir." Reply doubt.

I had to say yes because I felt bad for my boss.

Evening arrived. After work, I waited for Mr. Doni at the gate. Not long after, Mr. Doni showed up with his car. He told me to come in. I followed his orders too.

On the way, Mr. Doni always asked me about my origins, family, and even my good life.

"You're lucky to have a mother and a sibling. You know what ? I am a kara. My parents, my brothers and my whole family died during the tsunami in Aceh." Mr. Doni paused his sentence.

"So they were all on vacation there. I was the only one who didn't come, because I was busy completing the thesis." Mr. Doni kept telling me at length about his life.

I felt sorry to hear her heartbreaking life story. I secretly wrote the lyrics to his face. Mr. Doni is full of charismatics. He was so handsome, handsome and had a beautiful smile.

Astagfirullah.soon I turned my eyes forward.

Apparently we'll be in the alley of my house soon.

"Udah sir, stop ! my house goes into this alley."

"OK." Mr. Doni stopped the car.

"Thank you so much sir, for the ride."

"Either. Can I come by your house sometime ?"

I was silent for a moment to hear the words of Mr. Doni who managed to make my heart beat fast.

"By sir, please. I say goodbye, assalamualaikum."