Passion Script

ROUND V * Wulan 17 * Wejangan Try & Reward Promise

It was still early in the morning when I went outside to the employee bus stop on foot. I don't need to be hasty. In addition to the time still showing at 05.15 WIB, my steps are also quite long and fast. Especially if helped by fantasizing, thinking about how the scene in the next episode of my writing, or arguing with yourself about the race deadline. It seemed, my travel time was like using a teleportation spell.

By the way, this is my first day back at work after taking fourteen days off. The kangen? I don't know. Perhaps more to the unpleasant late idle at home. Although the sentence just now was not so precise. Well, I took a leave of absence because to take care of my sick father. Not because I did nothing.

Speaking of the first day, when I was sitting on the bus in the left row seat near the window, I again remembered my first day working in this place. As a result, my daydreams during the trip to work were filled with those memories. Earlier, I was very grateful for this shuttle service. Because only on the bus, I can get a lot of things for my writing. You could say, this is the place to neutralize everything, especially the bad, both from work to home. And vice versa.

Actually, at that time, exactly seven years ago, I was not really a snot figure who had just worked for the first time. That before, I'd worked in a sister's clinic. Less than five years. I don't know why the experience was useless.

Wh why?

Let me tell you, too, man!

First day.

The advantages of having worked and being an overseas child are usually hungry. Well, even if it's not an accomplishment. Just like my first day at work. Which I no longer have a penny. And more sadly, I have no acquaintances. My money's up for rent and some other interests. I want to ask my parents too reluctantly.

I think the journey into adulthood is really difficult and full of lies, right? All misery as greedily is to be swallowed alone. So, before I continue, my friend, it would be better if my story is referred to as a memory, not an experience. Because like I said before, life experiences don't teach me much. Let's just say I'm a fool. Besides, because I'm just a human being who's too attached to memories.

Back, Dude!

That first day I started with a hungry stomach because the day before I had not eaten. But, I insisted that I was already starving. Until then, take a break. Since I was a beginner, I was allowed the first break by my senior. But, instead of resting, I went back in after drinking a lot of water. The reason I was at that time with my senior was because I wanted to learn faster. Instead of being impressed, he scolded me.

Yeah, that's!

Back then, I didn't mind his harsh words. Because I'm sure it's just an expression of his caring and responsibility. Later, after we were familiar enough, I just told her about the reason I didn't take a break that time. As a result, he scolded me even more. Even a few magic words came out of his mouth that were indeed cursing. But we both laughed. From that day on, we often share silly stories while learning to be experienced human beings.

Seconds continue. On the first day with that stomach rumbling, I only filled it with the senior's babble until finally the time to go home. This is where the experience becomes pointless! Where the day I swore I stopped feeling like an experienced human instead of a memory.

Which, when I was about to take my shoes in the closet, I accidentally hit the foot of one of the seniors.

“Sorry,” I said. A combination of bad taste and weakness.

I'm aghast. When I raised my gaze, I found a face of a senior who was so angry.

“While, your eyes squirm!”

I'm just glued. I really did not expect that my unwillingness just now would invite her anger that much.

“Already. It's been. He was not on purpose,” said several other seniors who saw the incident. Intercede.

“If you have eyes it is used!” senior Maki was again before leaving.

How's my? Collapsed! Even though I was forbidden from crying from my father from a young age, let alone for trivial matters, and I myself practiced it, that day - along with that incident, my experience of starving and not crying for so many years instantly collapsed!

I cried as much as I did on my way home. Nor do I mind asking people what or why I am. Even at the boarding house, I was still crying and, of course, still with a hungry stomach.

What is clear is that on that day I learned to humanize others. If not by deeds, at least by speech. Because the hunger should be nothing because of my experience. But, not with the memories of the reviled maki. Because anyway, really! We never know what someone else is going through for the day.

Did I stop? Hey, come on! It's just one of my memories of the first day of work after seven years. Who are you, him, you or those who dare to make us stop stepping? Moreover, I need a lot of views of the character of thousands of people to enrich my point of view. And here is his palace!

However, that doesn't mean I never want to stop working from here. Because anyone, I sure want a much better life. I think no one aspires to be a laborer for the rest of his life. Like humans in general, I also sometimes feel bored. Instantly feel these monotonous days are so hard to live. Completely detached from hundreds, even thousands of experiences from living the day here.

When that happens, the first thing I do is enjoy saturation. Because every once in a while, I feel like I need to be pitied. Then I would look around at the crowd in the cafeteria, production line or employee break room. Quiescent. Slipping with the eyes of my heart. Dive into the depths of my soul.

So many faces, names and personalities. Then I will ask in my heart, what are they thinking and feeling? What have they experienced while working here? What burdens are they bearing? Especially when looking at the myriad faces that looked much younger or much older than me. But, did they stop?

No. gabe. They keep coming back. Back in the fields they scavenge for rupiahs containing thousands of heads with thousands of thoughts. Even with what they get and receive. Did they all come back just because of the circumstances?

I thought, no! Because every human being must have his own best struggle in life. Only when saturated, the reason for the situation is much more reasonable to say than others. So do I.

Because in fact, the spirit is not only about the earthquake and cheer during the sack race only. Nor is it a matter of shouting and running to and fro so that it seems most useful and energetic. But, this is about the best struggle in everyone when they are fighting the desire to give up in order to keep going. Even if it is just to survive being a worker at a company. Because want it experiences, memories or circumstances, will no longer matter when we give up. So, keep excited!