My Prayer From Forbidden Places

Hijab In Forbidden Places

"Soal can not wear hijab in Panti Pinjat, later we ask together with brother, yes?." The answer seemed to doubt my request to wear a hijab would be passed with her brother.

The name of the Brother in question is the owner of the Massage Device.

"If you're not allowed to wear a headscarf, I don't want to!." I said hoping that Diah would convince her sister.

"Yes, yeah, we'll ask you later, okay? Most importantly Raisa went there first. Let your life no longer be tragic like this" his ideal assured me.

At that time, I was a big fan, probably because I was an introvert. So, about what and how the world of massage parlors alone I don't know.

There were actually a lot of questions that I struggled to ask Diah, but I was not feeling well, afraid that she would be offended, and afraid that this job opportunity before my eyes would be lost. So, I do not ask again how much the cost for me once massaging, men who are kneaded still wear clothes or not, when massaged in a closed or open room, or when the massage is done, work time I stay there or commute, and so on.

While Diah was asleep next to my daughter, until late at night my eyes were still hard to shut. My feelings glared far away to the place of the very foreign Massage House. My circles were mixed with fear, doubt, worry, not being able to massage and how my embarrassment would be when I would massage a man who was not my husband.

Also remember the message Diah so that I keep it a secret to anyone, including to the neighbors about my work at the Massage Station later. I don't know what the reason is, my mind is dead-end to think about the message.

On the other hand, my deepest voice is very heavy leaving my 3-year-old daughter who I will leave to an Old Mother, “Mama”, who I will leave behind, even though I know very well Mama loves my daughter very much.

Usually every second I can give my attention to my daughter, but later I can't anymore. My anxiety arises when at any time my daughter has an unstable body condition or suddenly her seizures recur. Would you be able to handle it if it happened?

Early in the morning before I left with Diah to the Massage parlour, I sent my daughter to Mama with all her needs. Various kinds of tutorial messages I talk to my mother so that nothing happens to my daughter.

How hard I left it. I hugged my daughter many times, I kissed her with tears.

I wish my daughter would be okay when I leave work.

After everything I considered ready, Diah and I went to the CTF. I said, “bismillah”.

A nervous feeling accompanied me throughout the journey. Time and time again Diah reminded me to be relaxed. “Cause, ah! No need for gerogi. The brother was a good and painstaking man to his men!” Diah's talk still doesn't explain my nervousness.

Approximately 15 minutes, we arrived at the Massage House. We were greeted by a 37-year-old woman. He was called Brother by Diah. Very friendly and familiar to the people.

“Welcome Raisa. Hope you work here, yeah!"

"Hemm, right he said Diah, you are indeed beautiful people!”

He greeted me at the door with a super friendly attitude. The brother knew my name might be from Diah over the phone. Maybe Diah has told me a lot.

I endured it with my mouth locked. I have a very strict attitude towards him. The feeling of inferiority working in that place overwhelms me.

Next, I was introduced to all of his employees. At that time there were 6 people, including Diah. Some are friendly to welcome me, there are also cynical eyes see me from head to toe.

I just gawked when I saw them in uniform with u can see tops and miniskirts, while I was still wearing a Hijab.

By the Brother, I was introduced named “Nanda”, not named Raisa. I went to him, not understanding why he gave the pseudonym.

After that I was called to his room Brother to be briefed. The brother gave an explanation of the massage procedure and the rules of its work. Including how to welcome and serve customers as friendly, as good and polite as possible

My mind was still in a state of disarray, no longer able to digest its direction. I just nodded my head, pretending to understand.

“Where is Nanda, already know? Anything you want to ask?”

“But...I can't mijit, Brother!”

“Oalah.later there is a finger. You relax, don't think about it too much. You can start work when you're ready" “

"How about my uniform, sister?”

“For your uniform later be given.”

“But I asked for a long-suit uniform, yes, Brother?”

“Soal that I will make it myself. I'm just asking you to take off your hijab during business hours. Can ya?”

I nodded, but my heart rebelled against not wearing the hijab. Because hijab is my tradition since High School, even if I wear it when I'm out of the house.

After finishing his interview with Big Brother, I was immediately taught the basic techniques of traditional massage. While babbling here and there, the employee who taught me it convinced me to want to work there.

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The massage parlor that would become my workplace was classified as a simple massage parlor class. Not a massage parlor that provides luxury facilities such as, steam baths, cold hot baths, bars, and other luxury facilities. In the Massage House that uses the 2-storey shop, each office room is only in a partition with a plywood wall.

Downstairs there are 5 massage rooms containing wooden beds for 1 person size. Each massage room is covered with curtains. Two other rooms for reception and a waiting room containing 1 set of chairs and tables. There are 2 bathrooms.

The upper floor is used for the living room and living rooms of employees whose homes are very far away.

Every working hour, each employee wears a uniform 1 time a day, various kinds of colors are white, black and red.

Each employee is given a uniform of 6 sets; 2 sets of black, 2 sets of red and 2 sets of white.

The size of the uniform is very tight from the material of the shirt, while the size of the skirt, I saw them compete to make the skirt as small as possible.

At that time, the incandescent rate of the guests per hour Rp.150 thousand which was directly paid to the cashier.50 thousand for the cost of mijit, and 100 thousand for the Brother of the owner of the Massage House.

Said the employee who taught me earlier, there are two types of massage. Regular massage and massage plus.

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Half a day there, it was like I was in a dark room. Everything I saw and felt made my soul alienated and devastated.

AlLah, help me in this place.

Right there was the call of adzan magrib, I rushed to the bathroom for ablution. I saw at the Massage Station there were no prayer tools, because the employees did not pray.

I asked permission to pray in the Masjid. It seems he understands what I feel. He's allowing. And tell me the direction of the nearest mosque.

Prayer congregation In the Masjid I found inner peace. My soul feels no longer isolated.

For some reason anyway, once at the Massage Station I want just want to pray and pray. I always miss the presence of God. When I was at home, my prayers were still hollow.

In my prostration I asked God to move my brother's heart to allow me to wear the hijab during working hours.

After praying I went back to the Massage. Many worshippers who were with me were astonished to see me enter the massage parlour Brother.

"Double! come here" Call Brother to me in a friendly way.

"Yes, brother!"

"Silver had forgotten that in Brother's room there was a prayer mat and a mucena. You rarely wear, so forgetfulness. Nanda if you want to pray in your room, yes?"

Hearing him rarely prays my eyes shed tears.

I will always pray. And working time I have to keep wearing the hijab. Because this hijab symbol is my last defense to always be close to God.

"Why is Nanda crying?"

"Can I wear a hijab, brother? I fear sin brother! I'll just go home, brother, if I can't" Whine on his lap crying as he pleased.

Apparently the big brother was moved to hear, my reason. "Yes, specifically you can wear a hijab."

"Thank you, brother!"

"Don't cry anymore. Nanda was taught how to mijit. Now you're ready to be ready for work like the others. His uniform is already in your room."

"Tonight, Brother?"

"Yes, he said you need money to buy your son's milk? Hurry up, get ready!"

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Brother was right, I really need money for my daughter's living expenses. Then I can't cry anymore. I must be a strong and powerful woman.

Around 7, I began to prepare myself with a uniform and hijab that is not the same as other employees. The brother sitting next to me kept telling me how to greet the customer kindly and politely.

Seen a black sedan car entering the courtyard of the Sister Massage Panti. My brother told me to get ready for the employee waiting room. Behind the plywood wall, Big Brother's voice sounded late: "Well, yes. He's a new kid."

Hearing that, my heart beats violently. Legs trembling.

Nanda's name is called to prepare to serve customers.

It was so heavy that my feet stepped into the massage room to serve him.

There was a big brother's voice saying, "Nanda?"

"Yes, Brother!"

Upon entering the massage room, all the letters of the short letter I read in my heart at high speed. Start Al-fatihah, AL-ikhlas, and Al-kafirun

In a narrow room with a light, I tried to calmly greet the customer.

"Good night sir! There's something I can help you with!"

Only such a greeting I can remember, while the other suggestions from the brother, I can not remember it anymore.

"Yes, good night too. Let's just relax, shall we? I only took 2 hours, really!" Said the big tall man with his naughty smile. .

I was so shocked to hear that.

Haaah... Two Hours?

I have to massage that big tall father for 2 Hours?

I skate my husband's back, it feels like it's been really pegel.

The anxiety is me tepis. The shadow will get a wage of a hundred thousand, stronger in me, even if I massage it for 2 hours.

May I be strong.

when he finished, he felt stale to me. He seemed to be getting impatient to massage his body.

And....

I was very surprised by what he did.

He undressed, opened his pants and opened them all.

Readers all, continue the story, huh?