Love Stories Overseas

Chapter 11

A series of activities in LPK today can be passed smoothly. The last activity is psychotes, it turns out Dila like taking an exam, all participants enter the building and sit alone, there are some questions that must be answered, with a time of two hours.

If during the exam at SMK two hours are used to do one lesson, this time two hours are used to work on questions from various lessons. There are math problems, there are reasoning, rote, logic, and various other questions that Dila thinks are very easy to do, because of all the questions that are from the lessons Dila likes .

At 3 pm the psychotes activity ended, the participants waited for the results of the assessment of the questions that had been done earlier. The participants were seen clustered with friends from their respective regions. Likewise with Dila and his nine friends who sat in groups in the LPK court.

" Friends, if there will be one of us who does not get away how?, what should go back to the village?, are you ashamed to be part of the neighbor but not so work, is it, and return to the village empty-handed", said Mia one of Dila's friends who felt not confident with the answer from the psychotes.

" We just pray, may we all pass the selection, even if there are those who did not pass the selection, it means not our windfall" said Dila.

But in Dila's heart also thought that Mia's words had a point. Families and neighbors in the village certainly expect if the children are successful overseas. If you go home empty-handed after spending a lot of money, you will be very embarrassed.

The committee from the LPK called the participants to gather, and displayed a list of values from the psychotes earlier.

All were clustered to see if their names were listed on that list or not. Dila was still sitting in her chair trying to calm down, the other friends were already standing up and coming to see the results of the assessment on the paper attached to the white board.

" You are not curious to see the results of the psychotes earlier?", one of the mentors from the LPK who since the beginning had noticed Dila deliberately approached and asked.

" Curious dong Pak, but later you see it, give another opportunity to see first, anyways in the tiled, afraid even fall because of the impetus", replied Dila relaxed.

" Your psychotes got the best score, but sorry, we have not been able to channel you to the PT or factory" said the mentor.

Degs....

It was like a hard blow struck Dila's chest.

" What father mean?".

" You passed the selection with the best value Karina Nadila, since the beginning I have been able to see your spirit that deserves to be thumbs up".

" But for a while you have to rest at home, or look for part-time work first, because you are not old enough to work at a PT or large company that requires employees and their employees to be at least 18 years old less than 3 months".

" When I read your resume, it turns out you just graduated SMK this year, and even you're not even 17 years old".

The mentor's words were clear enough for Dila, but Dila was less accepting of the decision.

" I'm sorry sir, I joined this LPK, and I entered my resume since I was in the village, if my age is not enough, why am I sent here?".

" I've been out the cost of many tablets to get to this stage, not to pay for training costs at this LPK, but for my living expenses while here, because I am from the village, indeed, I need a place to stay and eat here"

" Can you help me find any job here, I need a job as soon as possible, so I can earn income. The pocket money my parents gave me was getting less and less".

" I also can't make my parents disappointed because I have to go home empty-handed. When I want to leave here, I have a say to my neighbors, if there is not yet a week, but I have to go home because I failed to work, I am ashamed Sir", said Dila honestly.

From the look on the face of the mentor, can be seen the face of pity and also concern shown to Dila.

" Yes, then, you can go and take job training here starting tomorrow, after all you actually passed all the selection very well, only your age is not enough, just your age is not enough, we'll find the best way together".

The mentor left Dila who was still pensive on his own.

" Woy...!. Why dream of Dil?. Don't tell me you didn't pass the selection". Asri felt worried because of Dila's gloomy expression.

" But just now from our area I saw everything escape kok Dil, I'm sure not wrong look".

" As... try to find my name 'Karina Nadila' on the board, what's wrong?", said Dila as she wrapped her head on the table.

Shortly afterwards Asri came back to Dila while patting Dila's shoulder quite hard. " Well crazy, you're really cool Dil, is in the first rank, not expecting it turns out my roommate is multi-talented. But seeing you graduated from SMK where you can guess if you are a pinter, it's just that I don't think you're that pinter".

Dila straightened her body and walked forward to see her name, Dila was able to photograph a list written her name. It turns out that he got away with the best value. But what good is the best value, if he had to wait a year until he could be placed to work in a PT or a large factory.

This afternoon Dila and his friends came home by bus, because they felt tired and overcast weather, afraid it would rain.

" Thank God yes, we all passed the selection, I am very grateful, especially Dila, you are very cool Dil, can rank first, congratulations!", Yani said while on the bus.

The other friends also congratulated Dila, all happy with their graduation, no one knew what Dila was really feeling at the moment. Dila was unhappy, her heart was sad and cloudy like the weather this afternoon.

And sure enough, when they got off the bus, the rain followed with a rush, cloudy that had been held back since morning, finally unable to release the rain spots in the afternoon.

Dila and her friends ran towards the contract, because the clothes were soaking wet, they all immediately took a shower. Dila was immediately washing her clothes and drying in front of the room because it was raining outside.

keep it in his bag.

" No ah, I just want to be in the room, it feels really cold, males out" replied Dila.

The gray afternoon, with the increasingly heavy rain, the departure of Asri made Dila feel alone, there was nothing to talk to, making Dila even more powerless to hold back the tears she had been holding back.

" I have to be calm and think clearly, what should I do?, for now I have to find part time work, but what work?, I am confused", Dila monologue, for now, like an insane person who keeps talking to himself.

" You're in Dil?, can you get out of the room?, I've bought seblak nih, mumpung still anget, we eat together yuk?", Kunto's voice sounded from the next room.

Dila immediately opened the door of her room, "think pretty well if eating for free, to save on expenses" thought Dila.

" The front floor of my room is wet, a lot of clothes, eating in your room that is not wet, and in your room there will be a bowl, spoon and plate, in the room I do not have any eating equipment" said Dila.

This time Dila had dared to enter the next room, of course with the door opened wide, Dila did not want to cause slander because of being alone in the room with men. Maybe no one here cares about other people's lives.

Ever since Dila walked into his room, Kunto kept staring at Dila fixedly. Dila's wet hair makes Dila look fresh, sexy and very beautiful, causing a strange feeling that suddenly seeps in Kunto's mind.

" Are you crying again?", asked Kunto between meals.

" Another?, you mean?", Dila was confused by Kunto's words".

" Your crying last night will also fit on the phone of fellow teacher najai's friend. Are you still confused with your students in the village?", Kunto did not cover up if he eavesdropped on Dila and Wowo last night.

" Should I tell Kunto what makes me unsettled, indeed it seems like Kunto is a good young man, could he help me find a job", Dila's inner self.

" Where is Evan?, doesn't he go to the night shift?, where isn't he in the room?", Dila switched the conversation.

" From this morning I left for work, until I came home, Evan was not there, maybe sleeping in his cement contract" Kunto replied casually.

" So you why cry again?, do not papa if you want to tell the same story me, guaranteed safe" Kunto assured.

Dila seemed to think, "Mas Kun, you have acquaintances who need no labor?, or who knows Mas Kun has seen there are job vacancies like that.

" Why?, did you not pass the selection today?", guess Kunto.

Dila opened a photo gallery on her phone, and showed it to Kunto. " I passed the selection, even ranked first".

Kunto shifted her seat to get closer to Dila. And stared at Dila's phone screen carefully.

" It's true you're first, cool, congratulations" Kunto said with a smile and a rough swipe of Dila's hair on the front.

" Why did you ask me to get a job?", asked Kunto in surprise.

Dila thins Kunto's hand which rips her bangs. " I just shampooed, and Mas Kun's hand was dirty, again eating seblak, please don't mess with my already fragrant hair!", Dila felt annoyed that her wet hair was ruffled.

" Oh yeah sorry sorry, his hands were reflexing. Come on to say what was it.?", Kunto felt even stranger because her heart was now beating faster when it touched Dila's hair earlier.

" Search for jobs that can accept children who do not have a ID card" said Dila upset, because Kunto increasingly unfocused.

" Children don't have a ID yet?, for whom is Dil?", asked Kunto puzzled.

" Yes for me Mas Kun, for whom else" said Dila annoyed.

" You... you do not have a KTP?, how can you come here, at PT or factory, can you work if it has been 18 years, seriously you do not have a KTP?", Kunto was quite surprised because he had thought Dila was around 18 years old.

" Saturday tomorrow I just turned 17 years old Mas, where I know that in a big PT the minimum age of employees is 18 years, if I know I will not come here".

" The BKK part does not know how, I've filled out the resume while still in the village, still in included here"

" A... I was so confused, earlier one of the mentors said to me, if I could channel the work if I was 18 years old, it means another year dong".

" For a year that I want to do here?, there is no way I live loud and clear, there is no way I can also go home, yesterday was farewell to all the neighbors, yesterday, shy dong returned home not to work".

" How about Mas, give dong input..."

Dila finally reveals all her grunts to Kunto.