Maidatul Khan's

Chapter 5: Not a Tough Girl

Three months passed. Datul thinks he's gonna die after breaking up with Zaen brekele. In fact, to this day he still breathes, still needs to eat, still has to wash clothes that mount in the bathroom corner bucket. And the main thing is that Datul still needs money to buy skincare. Shame if constantly nyadong, ask his Father.

"Look, I've set my heart, to no longer fall in love easily!"

"I want to focus on making a lot of money, buying a bike, buying a little skincare, I want to be beautiful like Cinderella, after that meet the prince riding and live happily"

Datul only responded to Maktun by turning the eyeball. Maktun knows very well how Datul is. Not easy to fall in love? In buying a guy iced tea doang aja he already baper klepek kek fish munjahir. Maktum is not sure, Datul can keep his own promise.

"Means fix tomorrow we take a chance training in the garment factory huh?"

Datul nodded steadily. Then Maktun came home. "Tomorrow I pick you up at six, do not mollor, late come a minute we can be immediately told to go home,"

"I scolded the mothers there ferociously, but don't worry, no matter how they are, they are still human, just like us, they might as well bite us!"

Datul mangosteen, from Maktun he felt safe and protected. Datul used to be a tail, so just tail it.

"Eh Tul I have a funny story!" Just remember with his dream last night, Maktun who was already hanging on the bike even back ngockeh.

Datul grimaced, until his narrowed eyes became in line.

"I haven't started Maidatul Khan's story yet, why are you showing off your teeth"

Datul ngakak, then hit his best friend's arm. "Hla says funny story already reflex I laugh, now spit out the story, what's funny?"

Datul has put two ears to listen. Maktun turned on the motor.

"So, I forgot what the story was"

"Hoooooo... basic! It even makes me curious!"

"Bye Datul mentul! Haha..."

Datul. I went home after being curious. Ganjel, what a funny try!

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"Budiiiiiiiii!!!!!!"

That's Ko Ajik's voice, not yet seen the person but his voice has echoed, making my feathers stand up. Scary. Ko Ajik is Handsand's head. And that's his right hand. A woman is not a man despite her name Budi, Rina Budi Pratiwi her full name.

"How is Ko?"

"Your son hlo was reminded again, target, hour target! What time is it? why did you get this!" Ko Ajik throws a paper containing reports of hourly targets at the table with a rough.

The woman lowered her head, as the person in charge of the passage, at least she should be able to give a reasonable excuse to her superior.

And there, in that place, right then and there. Datul and Maktun can only pursue jobs that they have not fully mastered. Do not just make the slightest mistake, if you do not want to be amuk.

Datul's body had even shaken violently. He was used to living alone with his father. Slender. No screaming, no snapping. Farkhan can be sure he is rarely angry. Mentok ngomel.

Is this what we call the world of work? This loud? In teriaki, in anger, oh.. can Datul?

"Ko, many new children, naturally not on target..."

"My idea is Bud, but the old ones are also a lot, mostly working while chatting them, so slow hands." Said Ko Aji with mbondo hands behind his body.

"His hands, not his mouth! New kid too, a sprawling effort! Know!?"

Datul lowered his head. Not daring to look at Ko Ajik's face in the slightest. Just a little nod like the others. After the man left, they were able to breathe normally.

Their job is not a simple job. Sanding jeans that are still half production alias still raw it really tortures the fingers of their hands. You guys ever hold 1000 sandpaper?

It was very coarse sandpaper, even wrapped paper duct tape on their fingers, still the duct tape could reach the hollow kog.

Let what jeans kog in sandpaper?

Did I just give up? It's only been three hours standing here, it's been centuries. The clock's needle was even slow to turn. But if I give up, eman-eman too, find hard work, cook yes turn can I surrender again.... Makk...

Datul only revealed that in his heart. It's impossible to talk to his friend now. Even though their table is next to each other. Could be the creepy Ko had come again and slap the mouth of Datul wearing these pants. Datul couldn't imagine that, it must have hurt a lot.

When the break bell rang, it felt like they had just gained an independence. Everyone ran, ran to the cafeteria. Their clothes are invisible, dirty because the remaining particles of cloth are sanded. They have been five hours standing and work sanding with in pursuit of the target of the hour. That weight is heavy. With sweat that has made their clothes wet.

Lucky there is a Maktun. Datul's best friend nimbly divided the task. Datul was only asked to bring two glasses of iced tea and told to sit down so they could go to some place. While Maktun who jostled queue soto rice.

After that two bowls of soto rice were already steaming in front of them.

"Let's eat fast, we pray over this we continue to rest for a while, at one more work mantrap, if over time we can not rest sleep later, my feet pegel all..." maktun and Sambat. Especially the fragile Datul.

"It's still hot. how do you want to eat" Datul is actually upset this. Half his heart just wants to get out of here. Ah...

"It's this hot, this fan wear ajalah" Maktun took the oil paper not far from their table and made it a fan. Let their soto rice be ready soon.

Datul is silent.

"Think what?"

"Mom, I don't think I can handle this work,"

"you can chase the target, can you? I was far behind when I tried, my hand..." Datul almost shed tears. The skin on his thumb was peeled off, it had a little blood coming out.

Maktun. Poor as well, although he also felt the same way but he had been determined to live this from the beginning.

"Hla, how do you want? will you wait until three o'clock? we have signed a contract for the next three months hlo"

"If I, no matter how hard I lived this first, you know for yourself my sister a lot, my parents expect me to be able to work soon"

Datul is confused as to how. True, he also signed a contract. If violated, this company will sue him. Just imagine the next three hours Datul is no longer able. Especially three months. Datul was silent with a sad face.

Maktun looked at his friend's face. Poor as well, he also had no right to force.

"You eat this rice first, such as you do not want to continue, you immediately go home, do not pay attention. If you're sure you're eating Ko Aji, how?"

"Hla how are you? later if they even turn on you how?"

"I just said I don't know"

"It seems easier that, besides we also do not give any guarantee, Ijasah or KTP we are not in hold, so most likely safe anyway"

"Really?" Maktun.

"Yes, I've run away, yes, I'm also afraid, for example, told Ko Aji, serem,"

And after finishing with his stomach, Datul picked up his bag which was in the locker. And at the time of rest is not over yet, he tried to walk calmly when originally deg-degan. Passing through several other buildings, ignoring the people passing by. Only then passed through the security guard post and then the main gate. The guard is also unsuspecting, because the factory allows its employees such as wanting to break out to eat.

Datul had turned his back, at the sight of Maktun who was still faithful standing there. Then Datul's view turned to a large board bearing the name of the factory.

PT. The Eternal Forward Asia. I'm sorry, that loser...

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