Mom's Not a Prostitute
The New Life Stage
I believe that everything that happens in this life cannot be separated from God's planning which is accompanied by purpose and purpose.
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Tonight Dahlan is back. This time he was not alone, both of his friends participated. He said they had just been paid and intended to take me and Tiara out to eat meatballs. Of course I want to. Not because of the meatballs, but with them, I can forget all the complexity. I meant to take Siska, but the door to her house was shut. He must have gone to the gig. The meatball stall we were heading to was not that far away, it was quite a walk. Tiara glanced at Abdul and Maman, asking to take turns holding him. The two cute creatures did not mind, instead liked. Tiara seemed to be beginning to miss her moments of togetherness with Daeng Hasan. Last afternoon he began to ask where the ambiance was.
Upon arrival, they immediately ordered five servings of meatballs. Especially for Tiara do not need to use noodles and gravy, just given soy sauce and sprinkling fried onions. He likes it that way. I actually didn't enjoy the atmosphere. Something is holding my mind. Siska offered me to come with her so she was a bully.
"But I can't sing."
"It can be learned. I couldn't."
"Duh ... What, huh?"
"Tempo?"
I'm geming.
"You need a job, right? Remember your son!"
I looked into Siska's eyes and found sincerity there. He really wants to help.
Our conversation kept ringing, as if charging a decision, making it unsettled. I really need a job to survive, but I never thought of being a biduan.
"Certainly? Why don't you just go first? If it doesn't match, can you back off." That's Dahlan's response. After I finished eating, I decided to ask for his opinion while walking home. Abdul and Maman, who were still taking turns carrying Tiara, were a few steps ahead of us.
"Why? It's halal work, really!"
I-i understand. But I mean, I'm afraid Dahlan and his friends aren't this familiar with me anymore after being a heretic. As Siska said, biduan is still viewed one eye and often juxtaposed with talk that is not-no. I'm afraid they're afraid of being considered wrong.
I have trouble sleeping again tonight. I kept weighing Siska's offer, accept it or not.
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I believe that everything that happens in this life cannot be separated from God's planning which is accompanied by purpose and purpose. Having a neighbor of a midwife like Siska is one of them. Siska is a clue, that being a heretic is the next destiny I have to live. I have decided to accept his offer. He soon began to teach me the basic techniques of singing. I also have to multiply the references to songs, especially dangdut songs. That's capital that is no less important, he explained. He also taught me a little wobble. No need to fuss, at least know how to carry yourself on stage so as not to look stiff and boring. We often karaoke together, and Tiara excitedly swayed along.
The ritual, which turned out to be quite exhausting, lasted about a week. After feeling enough, he brought me to meet Mr. Musdar, the leader of Dara Manis—group elekton— whom he followed. Their headquarters were in Bone City. Today became very stressful, especially when told to sing a song. Though in that room there was only Siska and Mr. Musdar besides me. What will happen later if it is on stage and watched tens or even hundreds of pairs of eyes?
I'm sure my voice is still quiet. Moreover, I sing while shaking, groggy. But since I was recommended by his golden son, Mr. Musdar gave me the opportunity to join his team. I'm between happy and nervous. Glad to have an income and be able to meet Tiara's needs, nervous to be facing a new world that I have never touched. Whatever it is, I am very grateful to Siska.
No half-hearted, two days later I immediately got my first job. For the time being, I only received a gig call when I was with Siska. Mr. Musdar seems to understand. Because the location of the event was quite far away, we departed before the magrib. We drove the bike to Dara Manis Headquarters. From there, the team left in a car. Tiara I left it to Bu Hasna, the owner of the grocery store where I often shop for kitchen spices. It was thought to leave it at Dahlan's place, but it must have been very troublesome. Although they actually liked Tiara very much, the opposite was true. After all, Ms. Hasna had a boy the same age as Tiara, they were familiar and often played together. Even if Tiara came to the stall to buy something, she often did not want to go home, instead lived with Imran, a boy who did have a lot of toys. The toys are one of the things that make Tiara feel at home.
So here I am, on stage, in front of tens or maybe hundreds of pairs of eyes that enliven a wedding reception tonight. The costume that Siska lent me did not move freely, too openly. Siska said the costume must be like this, long ago it will also be used. The whole team has really appreciated my first experience. As an introduction, I did not immediately appear alone, but alone with Siska or other friends. They really guided me. As time went on, the tension that had once ruled me slowly melted down swallowed flickering stage lights and the flow of music that was timid. I started to enjoy the atmosphere, I felt like I found an escape, a way to take off all the weight on my chest. Here I can really laugh.
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