My Prayer From Forbidden Places

Chapter 7. In the Place of the Mass, I Have God

I saw the sound of the dawn making my eyes wake up. But my whole body still feels stiff. I'm lyrically my daughter's still asleep. Thank goodness during my stay all day his condition was fine with Mama.

The morning air was cold piercing, but I forcibly rushed up to cook warm water to relax the muscles that felt stiff, as well as to shower my daughter later.

I finished my warm bath at dawn. In my morning prayers, I unceasingly asked Him for guidance.

The terrible events I experienced at the Massage Hall yesterday made me realize, that, the reality of life outside is very hard for a weak woman like me.

No matter what, I still have a God who will always protect me. I am sure that this God who always dwells in my heart will always guide me on the right path.

I don't know, in every sunyiku like this I feel like I can have a dialogue with my Lord.

At the Massage parlor yesterday I felt still protected and loved by my Lord. The desire to stay veiled has been approved by Brother. I was also given a fortune of 550 thousand.

And the big brother doesn't require me to do plus-plus massage. All that if it wasn't God's help, I would have been a weak woman who wouldn't have been able to get through it.

My Lord knows what is best for me. I'm sure he won't let my life be filled with constant suffering.

I can't despair. I have to be grateful for what I have. I already have a daughter and I still have both parents alive.

I can't give up on the rigors of this life. I cannot be weak and defeated by any situation at Panti Pijit Kakar.

If I lose, I'll go home to my parents. For now, going home without my husband will only be a burden on their lives. And ultimately to divorce.

Marriage to my husband is based on love. I can't unilaterally decide. Even though he hasn't been back in 2 months and a half, let me wait for him, until he says, "Mom we're just having a divorce!!"

Yes, today I decided to return to work at the Sister Massage Station not as Nanda, but as a figure of Raisa who has a strong principle of life and faith.

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The clock on HP already shows at 09.30 WIB. Maybe I'll be late for work. Let it.

After cleaning the house and preparing all the needs of my daughter, I spend more time on my daughter. I've been snacking, and I've forgotten the time. In a hurry I rushed to Mama's house to leave my daughter.

"Yesterday, the Syafira wasn't fussy, Ma?" I asked Mama while thrusting my daughter into Mama's lap.

"He's a mah, smart boy, Raisa! Looks like he knows, if you're looking for money."

"Thank you, my mother, who took good care of Syafira. I still can't repay Mama's kindness now."

"Heh, you said what the fuck, anyway. This shafira I've considered like my own granddaughter."

"Yes, Ma. Mama don't forget the instructions for shafira, yes Ma! Or if there's anything Mama call me soon. I'll be straight away, Ma."

"Where exactly did your husband go, Raisa?"

"Later on, Ma, the story was long. Now I'm leaving first, yeah."

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Heading to the workplace Massager Sister takes 15 minutes. I had to change ojek twice to trick the first motorcycle taxi driver, because he was still my neighbor.

Getting off the motorcycle, I stepped as quietly as I could. With an optimistic attitude, my arrival at the massage parlor this time was different from yesterday. Lafal, "Laa ilaa ha illa anta inni kuntum minaddholimin".I wrote continuously in my heart. I don't know how many times I've read it.

Arriving at the door of the Massage House, Brother welcomed me as welcome artist came. He was so happy and proud that I went back to work with him.

"Hey, my sister Nanda, come, again! That dong, that's just the prettiest brother! I'm worried, Dek Nanda is not back. Uh, apparently!" Said Brother while hugging me.

"Huuuuuuuuuhst. Don't tell me that, brother! Not good to hear from other friends." Saying slowly.

"I ate at home, brother. Sorry, brother, I'm late."

"No papa, my brother knows how you are at home. If you've changed clothes directly sitting at number 5, huh?"

"Okey Brother." I passed from her to the room to change into a uniform.

Finished changing into a uniform, I stepped into the living room to blend in with the other 4 employees.

Before they got near, a bright voice came from one of the employees, saying to the other friend, "Woy, the hero has come!"

I continued to approach them in a calm manner. With a smile I salami them one by one. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I'm a little late. It's still at home taking care of the kids."

My words were not answered at all. I sat right next to them. My breath is deep, lafadz, Laa ilaa ha illa anta inni kuntum minaddholimin, I read it again and again in my heart. So that I can be calm, and restrained facing their bulian.

Right I guess, they don't stop there bullying me.

"Nin, Nina! Later in the night at this PP there is a study, youh!" Nensi opened his chatter.

"Oh yeah! Asik dong we-we get spiritual flush out wik wik, nih! So who's the Ustad who wants to lecture?" Nina Timpal.

"Not Ustad, Nin! Ustad is a guy." Nensi Refusal.

"Who is it, dong?" Nina asked while glancing at me.

"There's dech!" Answer Nensi giggles.

The four of them giggled together.

Patience, patience!

I didn't respond to their bulian. I kept on stirring myself up with my mantra reading in my heart so that I would remain calm and noisier with them.

In addition, during the wait for the customer to come, I had to stay in full concentration, remain calm, remain friendly and polite. Because the customers I face will be 99 percent naked without clothes. And generally ask to serve a plus plus massage.

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The working system there, all employees are subject to rolling or sequencing system numbers according to the number of employees entering work.

If a customer is not pleased with the figure of the employee in accordance with the sequence number, then, the customer can choose other employees. Brother will provide a photo of the profile photo of other employees to choose from.

Or, sometimes the employees there already have subscriptions without looking at the photos first. Just mention the name. Maybe they made an appointment over the phone.

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Now it's my turn to serve the next customer. My heart is still raging. There was a great fight between staying calm and the possibility beyond my expectations while in the massage room.

Suddenly, Big Brother's voice called out my pseudonym, "Nanda!"

I'm approaching Brother's desk. Looks like a young and handsome customer is waiting for me.

"This one, you gave me your best service, huh? One hour on Nanda Deck!"

"Yes, Brother. Mari Mas, follow me to the massage room."

The customer who was the same age as me walked behind me to the massage room.

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