Our Souls (Maybe)
time is like a sword
Time continues to spin, whoever can not stop the pace of time, true said the proverb of time is like a sharp sword if it can not use the time correctly then that time will stab us.
But not with Anwar, once in bandung he lived with his relatives for a while before entering the campus dormitory, he majored in medicine, because his achievements did not make it difficult for him to enter the famous university in bandung
In addition, his uncle is also an influential doctor in Bandung also doubles as a lecturer at his university, about the cost is clearly not a problem for the Anwar family, every week his parents always send money, the money is always, anwar's job is to learn and learn
On the side of Diah , in the first months Diah helped her parents take care of the neighboring rice fields while waiting for job information, it did not take long about only two months unemployed at home, he said, one of his friends offered a job to become a store clerk in Surabaya, Diah finally left for Surabaya to complain about his fate
It didn't take long, 'cause Diah's son is so sociable and sociable, so many friends who like the same with his boss Mira (Amira Skolastika) at the age of 29 years are married and have one son, he said, he is the sole owner of a shop that has been pioneered with six employees one of them Diah, 2 guys and 4 girls, there are Rendi, Dito, Ana, Wulan, and Ratih. Everyone is married except Diah.
“Di..., help me pick up the cardboard ya” shouted Dito from the store terrace
“well mas ..” Diah quickly ran outside to Dito and Rendi, which happened to be the day the goods came, so the store employees were very busy
“which mas should Diah lift?”
“you lift this one only, the contents are just snacks, so it is not too heavy” Dito while pointing to a pile of cardboard that is not too large in size
“ready mas” while showing an upright attitude with hands on top like a person who is giving respect with a curved smile plus dimples on his cubby cheeks adds a cute impression on Diah
“your smile is making a clepek-klepek Di.... “
“ah mas Rendi can aja ..” now the red hue on Diah's cheek is more adorable
How not in the village every day Diah went to the rice fields so that his skin was exposed to sunlight all day from morning to evening
“Diah how do you feel at home working here?” as Diah was sitting slipping her legs in the corner of the room as the store was about to close, Mira suddenly sat down next to her
“eh..., Mbah Mira, I feel at home here Mbah, everything is good same Diah mbak”
“untung lah..., you do not feel inferior because you are the youngest ya”
“not kok mbah, I'm happy”
“you don't want to continue your education?”
“pengen sih mbak, this is still collecting money mbak, just pray mbah”
“i will definitely always support you, spirit yes ..”
“thank you mbak”
It was those little cares that made Diah feel more at home to work, all of them treating Diah like his own sister, Diah never felt a lack of affection
