Like Rubbish

Gossip at work.

Ever since I got close to Mr. Doni, it felt like every employee at work was always looking at me. Most of them looked cynically, although there were some who threw smiles upon meeting me. I even accidentally heard their conversation about my relationship with Mr. Doni.

"That's it, new Adm. So very pretty. How can he get that close to Mr. Doni ?" one of them spoke.

"Beautiful, the style is also tacky. He must have done everything he could to be his deket friend Mr. Doni." Add another one.

"Alah.postuh girls want to step up through the fast lane."

Astagfirullah. It felt like my heart was crushed when I heard their sharp talk.

They didn't know me at all, but they dared to judge me that badly. I'm not who they thought I was.

But I have to be strong. I'm here to work, to meet my needs and that of my mother. Not to serve people like them who are not really important.

After lunch, I rushed to the mushola that the company provided. I take ablution and then pray Dzuhur. After praying I chant short dhikr and shalawat. Then put both my hands in His presence.

I spill all my burdens and sorrows on the Divine Robbi. I ask to be given fortitude in living life. And hope that my faith will remain awake until I take my life.

After that I hurriedly stepped towards my desk. I put this body in the chair. Ahhh it feels so comfortable.

"Holy, all employees line A even the other line is also on your gossip. Are you really dating our manager ?" Dwi suddenly came and surprised me with her words.

"For now, we have nothing to do. And I can't predict what the future will be like. Only God knows. But obviously, I didn't do any cunning and I had no ill intentions on Mr. Doni. Our closeness wasn't my plan." I obviously went to Dwi.

"I believe in you Ci. But you do not hear their nyinyir. Ok !"

Dwi is a good friend. He always tried to comfort me when I was sad.

"definitely. Thank you for always supporting me." I gave my best smile to Dwi.

He also replied with his pain. I'm lucky to have a friend like Dwi.

I don't think my job is finally done. It's time to go home.

This time I should be able to refuse Mr. Doni so as not to take me home. But how ? i'm rattled.

I continued to move quickly and was about to wait for the angkot. I hope I don't meet Mr. Doni.

But it has become a habit of Mr. Doni to be my personal driver. When I stopped the cargo, Mr. Doni called me. He apparently got out of the car.

"No, sir, just walk. We're going home together." Mr. Doni spoke to the angkot driver.

"Sir, I'm so sorry. You better not bother to take me again. Not good with other employees."

"But sir, sorry. I'm just gonna go up in the mail."

I tried again to stop the angkot but again Mr. Doni did the same thing. Even when I was going to ride the angkot that was ngetem, Mr. Doni told the transport driver to leave.

"Come in the car ! or do I need to carry it let you want it ?"

"No sir, I can do it myself."

Finally I sat back with Mr. Doni in his car.

As usual, Doni always asks about me. And told me about himself. This time he asked me about my favorite food.

"Sama dong, I also like Padang rice. Let's eat yuk first. In front there is a rice shop. Let me do the deal."

"Not sir. I don't feel good about continuing to take it."

"It's okay. I'm even happy. If you refuse, I will be sick. Oh yeah, want to eat here or get wrapped up ?

"Just give it up."

"I prefer to be wrapped. No need to be moved to a plate. Eat it with your hands, so it tastes better."

But before going to the Padang restaurant, we entered the mosque first to pray ashar. After that, we stopped there.

Mr. Doni ordered two packs of Padang rice with rendang side dishes for me and Mr. Doni. And another pack with a sideburner side dish for my mom.

Mr. Doni already knows that I live alone with my mother.

After Mr. Doni paid, we returned to the car. Shortly after, the car stopped in front of the alley.

Mr. Doni parked his car first. After that we walked to the house. I walked in front, and Mr. Doni was behind me.

There was a strange feeling when I walked alone with him. Nervousness mixed with pleasure. I don't know, lately, Mr. Doni has always been on my mind.

Is it because we meet often ? what kind of feeling is this ?

Honestly, this time I felt it. Is this maybe the one called falling in love ?

It's so beautiful it feels. My cheeks turned red from thinking about it.

Again I think of a man who is not my mahrom.