Nadia For Aidan's

Interviews

"Yes, Nadia will go there herself" I answered while holding her head in the lap of the mother of the most comfortable place in the world. "Why is aunt Vera so good with Nadia ya bun? does Aunt Vera also have a daughter?

"To do well sometimes does not require many reasons dear" replied the wise mother. I only listen to the words of my mother with the mind to and fro remembering the events I have experienced. Not long after, my phone vibrated the sign of incoming messages. I saw an email coming in. My eyes were shocked and happy.

"Bun, I got a work call!" I said excitedly while getting up from the lap of the mother. "Ahammdulillah" mother kissed my forehead. "Where's honey?" ask the mother curious. "At Bintang Prestasi bun School" I replied while reading the email earlier.

"Great, your child can be accepted to work at a good school"

"Say tomorrow I have to go there, make an interview first" I replied hesitantly. "But bun, there are a few people who will be my rivals"

"Why are your children so pessimistic now? dong spirit, try first who knows memamg it's sustenance of the mother's child".

"iya bun" I answered while scratching my non-itchy head.

How not pessimistic try, Bintang Prestasi is one of the favorite schools in this city, surely many people are applying for jobs there as a teacher since the announcement of job openings at that school. The school includes education levels from Daycare, Kindergarten to high school. Although the location is a bit far from home, but this is a great opportunity for me.

I left the mother, entered the room. "Eat first yu, you haven't had lunch yet" invite mother."Soon bun, Nadai is not hungry" while stepping away from mother. My feelings are mixed between happy and deg-degan. Why are my hands so cold? I read that email again to see what I have to prepare for tomorrow. It turns out that tomorrow at seven in the morning it should be there already.

I lay my body on the bed hugging my pillow and I opened the search engine on my phone. Then I type "What to do during a job interview" so tense can this interview call be? I exhaled my breath rough. It's my first experience at least I should have a little picture of it. Before long the search engine gave many answers to the results of my question. I open one by one and study it a little bit tomorrow is not too nervous.

After dinner I went back to talking to my mom. Indeed, in this house there is only me, mother and a family driver maid who has long worked in this family since I was not born. So bi Iyah and her husband we already consider as our own family.

"Bun, the mother deg-degan not really time for a job interview?" ask for your opinion.

"No" replied the mother confidently

"It's great, bun, tell dong the recipe" I replied while shaking the mother's body.

Mother's answer was just laughing seeing me curious. "Mother, instead of answering laughs like that"

"Mother has never applied for a job, graduated from college directly anyone wants to cooperate mother" I wrinkled my forehead confused by mother's answer. "Emang mama has a company?" ask me for wonder

"Your father is applying for a job as a mother's husband"

"Bundaaa....I really know" I pursed my lips. "so mom has never worked?" ask me again

"So mother is the most proud noble work"

My eyes glazed over at my mother's reply and I hugged and kissed her.

"Already, go to sleep. No funny interview came late" mother let go of my hug. "Settle your heart, mother will help you pray yes, dear"

"Thank you bun"

True said mother, better sleep so that tomorrow does not misfortune and do not let my face look dull due to lack of sleep. I flipped through my body because I could not close my eyes yet. Until I found a comfortable sleeping position with a brain that stopped thinking for tomorrow and fell asleep entering the dream realm.

My phone's alarm was deafening, and I immediately touched the cross to flick it. I rushed to the bathroom and prayed at dawn. I heard a knock on the door and someone came in. "Kirain is not awake yet" asked the mother as she stepped into my room. I who was still sitting together in the prayer hall got up to grab your hand and kissed her. Then she replied with a kiss of love on my forehead.

"O mother, is Nadia a child ?" answer the protest

"If you have a husband, you will still be your baby" replied the mother who made my heart melt and I only answered with a happy laugh. "What clothes are you wearing now?" ask mother

"The shirt is the same skirt aja bun" I replied as I opened the closet looking for what I needed. After I got it I put it on and tidied it in front of the mirror. I saw my reflection in the mirror and asked my mother's opinion. "Where's bun, doesn't it fit?"

"Mother's son is beautiful" replied the mother while playing my hair to find a hairstyle that matches the clothes I wear. Then I sat on the bench and let my mother help with my hair. Mother divided the two parts of the hair that slightly swayed me into the top and bottom, the upper part is less than the bottom and mother clamped it strong using a simple hair ornament rectangular in black. Part of my hair down was left unglued.

I use simple makeup and use lipstick to match the color of my lips. "Mother taste is enough, simple but make you so beautiful baby" mother praised her son.

Yes yes, if not the mother herself who praised the children who else? haha

"It's six o'clock baby we have breakfast first. Bi Iyah has helped you make breakfast"

"Let's bun" mother stepped out of the room first. Soon I picked up some necessities that I had to carry. I forgot the shoes that complement my appearance.

After finishing breakfast I also say goodbye to mother to leave immediately and I also agreed to mother's request to leave among the pack Imam driver of my family and also husband bi Iyah. Previously I wanted to leave on my favorite scooter, faster and can split the traffic jam, but mother did not give permission.

It took about thirty-five minutes to the Achievement Star. At the school gate I approached the security guard who was on duty, then he ordered me to enter immediately.

"Bak the road is straight there, at the end of the corridor there is the principal's room. Ms. Vera seemed to have been waiting in her room"

Deg

Am I late? my mind screamed

I quickly set foot towards the end of the corridor that was shown. Praying so that I can calm myself. There's still a few minutes left. Sure I'm not late. While walking I looked around me. Low-key voices of children who enter their respective classes, seen their cheerful smiles when they meet their friends.

In front of the door that was written in the Headmaster Room, I knocked my hand and said my greetings.

"Please enter" a familiar voice sounded from inside the room.

　

　

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