Passion Script

CHAPTER V

I put my briefcase on the bed and I slammed my body right next to it. I enjoyed every blow from the fan blades after a period of heat on my way home from work. I also enjoy the comfort of my back that is attached straight to the mattress like being massaged. It feels very delicious when removing tired in this way. If it is like this, it does not feel the need to have a luxurious bed in order to unwind. Time and place are more than enough. (Which son is watching, Cung!🤓).

"Mom!"

Suddenly Isti, my friend and mistress came rushing next to me while showing her phone screen. Actually, the one who actually lives in the mess is Isti. While I only sleep in the mess during day shift work (from 14.00 s/d 22.00 WIB). I went home after a week of entering the afternoon stay in the mess to live a week of morning entry. So next. And actually again, the reason why I chose to stay in the mess when I entered the afternoon, other than because I often missed the employee bus at home at night, I also wanted to avoid meeting Maulana even though she was able to take the shuttle during the afternoon shift. Moreover, he has not got a job after coming home from the wander and getting engaged to me.

"What?" I say with laziness.

"Liat! According to Sampean, which decor is good?" tanyanya while showing her phone screen. "This one or this one, Ma'am?"

I looked at it carefully before giving an assessment. "This one is nice, it looks luxurious" I said, pointing to his phone screen.

"Clearly! The distance with this decor is only up to five million yourself!" he said very enthusiastically.

Btw, this Isti will soon hold a marriage contract. So, I understand that he is on a frantic search for a decor that fits and likes it. I also want to be a nebeng friend in his good mess room because soon he will resign. Moreover, I secretly felt jealous of the young couple who dared to decide to enter the marriage stage. For example, like Isti and his partner.

Other than her, there was still another young couple that made me both envious and amazed. It was Marisa and her partner. I still remember, they are often dubbed as a child maker of small children, because in addition to being young, both also have a body posture that can be said to be tiny. Besides daring to make the decision to marry young, once both of them did not work anymore, they accepted living in a rented shop that was the same area as my room. Where the place to cook, sleep and sell small is done in the same room. Not to mention having to take care of their babies who are only a few months old.

Really am! The story of love in their struggle or the story of struggle in their love is very big. It takes a very strong and big love that is not necessarily owned by people who give the nickname of a small child maker. Once again, I was both amazed and envious of this couple.

Ah, if only I had such deep feelings of love, I would have been happy and ready to get married. It is true that love alone will not make the stomach full. However, at least we have a reason to stay because of the purpose and support.

"Sir, you don't think it's wrong if I want a rame-rame when I get married?" suddenly sad.

"Yes, no. It's just natural. I just want to!" I said respond. If only I were engaged to a man I liked, I would also be as enthusiastic as him. Even I will also definitely have dreams like most girls, as well as wanting to have how many children with her heart and many others.

"A lot of Mbak, who came, who said do not waste money, here, that's what. In fact, if I only comment on them, I don't really care. But when that said it was my own waste, I became a bit down," he said

"Your parents, how?"

"They agree, Ma'am. Moreover, their children are only two. My sister is still in SD. So, it's still a long time to have another wish. While I'm the first celebration they can say."

"Savings exist? Or do you want to sell it? Or even want a minjem for marriage capital? The wedding reception is not business, you know," I said half-crossed.

"Oh, no, Ma'am! I have a special savings for marriage. Especially after marriage, mamas and I both resigned. The mamas workplace now does not employ people who are already married, so mamas also already nyiapin funds for business capital."

"Why weren't your mamas invited here?" my proposal. "And you can still work here without having to resign. While your mamas can find work in the factory or pond that."

"We thought about it, Ma'am. But my mom and dad didn't give me my blessing. He said, if I already have the intention of marriage and mamas dare to marry me, it must be at home. I can't work far anymore" he said.

"Oh, is there a workplace that has rules? Who only hires singles?" my question is more about that than about the thoughts of Isti's parents. Although to me as a listener is a bit strange, especially in the modern era like today, married couples can wander together to build a future together as well, but I do not reveal it. Fear offending.

"Yes, that's. Don't even get irritated by your sobbing. He is so sure because he cares. After all, the one that decided is still you two. There are real savings, right?"

"Yes. Ma'am."

"Yes, already. Beres. Stay find a decor that suits your needs and budget. If you can, do not owe or exceed the budget of the savings you have. Don't take it from the invitation envelope. His name is also an invitation, condangan, especially nyumbang, donation. Yes, the promulgated likes will come anything, want how much money."

"Yes, yes, Ma'am."

"Yes, that's!"

Suddenly his face turned happy again.

"Keep, Samean when, Ma'am? How come I rarely hear a story about your fiancee anyway, Ma'am?" tanyanya while menoel my arm. "Who's Ma'am, your fiance's name?"

"Maulana."

"themurthing?"

"I don't know."

"Cock?" Isti looked surprised. "Lha, how? The person's full name of his own fiancee can't tell!"

I'm silent. It feels so bad to answer. It seems, I am already quite struggling to forget the harsh reality of one at work and meal hours without the need for someone else to remind.

"Don't tell me that Sampean doesn't like him yet!"

I'm quiet again. Increasingly reluctant to answer.

"Sir, no matter how you feel, don't let Mbak like Thea' you know!"

"Who's Thea'?"

"That's it, the child's part setting. He was fined 15 million for cheating on his fiancee. In the process area, news about Thea' was again trending to know! Ma'am don't try him, huh? I was fined, not married, forced to go out of work even though there was no plan because of embarrassment, and family embarrassment too. Anyway, let's not be like that, yeah! I'm serious about this. I was the only one who was horrified to follow. If you do that, I don't want to admit that Sampean is a friend anymore!"

After saying at such length, Isti immediately got up and moved to his own bed. Leaving me with a deepening pool of worries. Even because of it, my body felt hot. I suddenly got a fever from Isti's story about Thea' just now.

Whoever she is, what does she look like, is she getting engaged because she was forced to be like me right now? If so, I can understand how he feels. However, when it comes to the matter of infidelity, my brain is instantly shriveled and my heart is shriveled.

I'm really scared. I was standing on the edge of a deep, dark, but hot chasm. I'm really freaked out. Even if the position between me and Thea' was the same, would I have the same courage as her to cheat? Let alone the opportunity to cheat, I also prefer to refuse rather than having to try to be in a relationship. Except my story with Maulana. If, if only, my faith were no longer solid and the temptations of Satan had taken me down, what would have happened to me? My folks?