Passion Script

CHAPTER VIII

O God Almighty, if he is my soul mate, then change the feelings of Your servant. However, if he is not my match, then keep him away.

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"Mother?"

"What, Mom?" I asked one afternoon when I was still massaging him for complaining of pain.

"If you're married, you'll forget your mom?"

I frowned. "Forgotten how, Mom? Yeah, nope. I'm not going anywhere. Stay here."

"Don't forget that kind of thing. I forgot to love my mom again. Like your legs that have forgotten mamak," he said.

"Yes, not."

"Yes, how do you know."

I stopped answering again. Moreover, I am not a typical person who is easy to promise something or lure something whose nature I do not know. Like Mama said just now. Yeah, how to know. The future and human nature are uncertain. Instead of promises, I better prove it. I will always love them in my own way, with my rigid nature like this. But why did you suddenly say that? Is there something that he is secretive about?

Discussing the concerns of mamak just now, is not without a basic reason. You could say, you have a severe trauma to forget again. Which is nothing else and not that was done by my own brothers. In addition to never giving news even though through a mobile phone, not also go home when Lebaran, even they were not there at the time my parents really needed.

Lose the same wife. That's what many people say.

"Deliver your duty, Wulan!"

"What obligation, sir?"

"Your duty as brothers. When your brother forgets his parents, it is your duty to remind him. Just collapse. Whether they follow your word or not is their business. Most importantly your duty has fallen!" so said Mr. Margo, my supervisor who I have considered like my own father.

I just kept quiet when he advised me that. Does not argue, nor does he follow up on his advice. Although I confess the truth of his advice, but in my heart there is no willingness to do so. Even from my dark side as a demon-clad mortal, I wanted to leave them in regret instead. Because if you want, I want to tell them at the funeral of mom and dad. I'll let them just hug the wet mound of earth where both their bodies lie.

Naudzubillahimindzalik.

Astarghfirullahaladzim aposchland.

What's wrong with me, Rabb? What karma would I gain from this perverted thought?

Ever since you asked me that, my feelings have become more and more chaotic. My doubts about Maulana are growing, and the feeling of dislike is slowly creeping into the feeling of hate. I can no longer see the beauty in him as a man. But, what's wrong with me excluding his carelessness that is too rushed to come to the family? It was wrong to stir up my demonic side when I had to do something I didn't like. Because of me, I am a maskless devil when I don't like it without pretending.

Not to mention, when I got a temptation that directly attacked the mind, I also got another trial in the form of being fired from work. However, it was still fortunate that I was immediately found another position by my manager. Namely from the position as Quality Control to the usual production section in the reception area or receiver as a Quality Sampling officer. Even though the work is harder, but at least I've been mingling with people for a long time. The rest, I just want to launch it. Especially there is Ningsih, the friend I told you about before.

Another advantage of being part of the production area is the number of friends. There I got many friends whose life experiences I could make a lesson so as not to assume that my ordeal was the toughest.

The first example is the winda. She was a twenty-year-old girl. The exact age I don't understand. What is clear, he is still very young, who so graduated High School immediately works. And among the tally receivers, he was the youngest. Since moving the area as well as the department, I often leave and go home to work with him.

Besides being the youngest, she is also famous for being the most indebted (bandel) among tallys. In addition to often entering late, difficult with work, he also always considers babbling from his colleagues as a past wind. But for me, the first and last point of his weakness is even the most important point in the job if you want to stay. After all, he still survives and tries to go with the flow. Because during my previous experience as a Quality control, someone with a low ndableg level, is more likely to not feel at home and will retreat by itself. As a result, seniors often get tired of teaching new children who are not mental, can not stand and mix like this. Already tired of teaching in the hope of quickly being able to get a partner, uh .. instead of running away. In fact, to teach them about work is quite draining of time and energy, plus having to work on their own responsibilities.

"Why are you, Win, how quiet have you been? Another obstacle to the tah?" I rebuked when we were sampling.

He simply raised his eyebrows in response.

"Oh, again friday?"

His eyebrows took over the answer again.

"Keep that! Don't pull that eyebrow hair out later!" geramku.

The Windi laughed in response to my growl.

"This serious! If you don't want to talk, the answer is only to use eyebrows, go back and forth bald to your eyebrows!" my threat.

It was my turn to be silent. Holding wisdom to my sample, pretending not to know she was about to cry.

"Mr?"

"Hmm?" i'm looking.

"Am I really stupid, huh?" tanyakanya.

"Why is that?" I'm back to asking.

"I'm actually sad if you say not youngengan tuh," he admitted. "Actually, I'm an effort, Ma'am. But yes, my ability is just that."

This time I was completely silent. Besides I don't know what to comment yet, I don't know the character of all my new friends. You could say, only he and Bu Nani are the most familiar because there is in one task. However, it did not make me comment.

"Don't go down so low, Win!" I said that I can only say that. In addition to the reasons above, I also had time to assume that there are other problems that are much heavier than the above. It's just, like gas, the above as a lighter only, which ultimately triggers a fire. Well, even though I see she's not yet at the stage of going off. But that's just my prejudice anyway. And again, want people like anything, which even seems like a hunk of iron, we do not let underestimate the feelings of people.

"I'm sad too, Ma'am. I'm confused" he continued with teary eyes.

"Why?"

"I want a tube, Mom. I want to buy things I like, but it's hard" he said.

"Lha why? We can say pretty good, right?"

"Yes," he said. "But my mom nyekolahin motor did not say anything. In fact, the other motor just paid off. In addition, mamak often bon in the contractor stall, but do not say anything. Tau-tau payjianku already cut aja. Mana has not paid the installment of the motorbike as well. Sometimes it's a number."

"Eeeee .. mmm," I muttered something vague. I want to comment, but it's like it's in the throat so it's not like the sound of a motor. And it is true what I guessed. There must have been another much larger problem, one that was stacked with other minor issues that were ignored. Like the word, this kind of thing is like stacking firewood and watering it with kerosene. Without the need for a large fire, the splash of cigarette butts can be a trigger for fire when the determination of the heart no longer survives. While people who happen to be the spark of cigarette butts, it will be misunderstood because they do not think that trivial talk can make a big blaze.

"Mamak also did not agree that I was dating Mas Ian," he again admitted like a chain that one by one began to connect. "The mother's reason is because of another tribe. And it just so happened that I married a man who was my neighbor with Mas Ian, but did not want to work. Ma'am who told me to work, he's at home. But not all men are like that. The men I have with us are a lot of depraved ones?"

"Yes, indeed," I nod acknowledging the truth of the story. But again, I can't respond to more than that. It's just that there are some things I can catch at almost the same time. First, he trusted me. The second, how can a girl as good as herself survive until this long without a story companion. I can guess so because of the stubbornness he showed. At least, with his super stubbornness, it would make others think as if he had no brain even feeling. In fact, it was only as a disguise or a mere mask. He just wants to look okay. Then, once he found the person he thought was comfortable with, he immediately told a story like a time bomb.

"I'm tired already, Ma'am, work continues but like a debt-relief tool," he said who could barely prevent tears from flowing. However, he quickly hid it when Bu Nani came.

"Why, Win?" asked Bu Nani who was hungry to know that Winda was about to cry. Because he could not stand being harassed, finally Winda told me even though the impression seemed to object.

"Be patient, Nduk," said Bu Nani motherhood. As long as I joined them, Bu Nani was indeed quite fun as a sampling teammate. I also feel like I can work with him very well. We can also say click in the matter of sampling although not one hundred percent. The point is, in terms of work, I quite like it. "Your experiment is nothing if you want the same mother's trials. Not that mom prides herself, yeah. But it was a hard mother's ordeal."

Ow hell! Here goes!

I want to pat my heart if there is one. It turns out that this is him who makes a young girl seems willing to desperately keep the problem alone because it is lazy the problem is minimized by others. If I was hugged, want the person as smooth or as soft as anything, the term to stomp the dirt just not flat because so smooth the war, I will also remain kapok to tell you again. Holding the burden that already exists is heavy, especially underestimated when telling stories. Intentions want to reduce, uh even gain weight. Mending doesn't have to tell, right?

"I'm tired, Mom. I also want to be able to buy other tea. Not working to pay off debt. Moreover, the debt does not know what to do," he said even irritated.

I suddenly remembered both my parents. I also immediately remembered the words of Anisa, my sidekick.

You know, Mom, your parents are the best parents I've ever met. So, thanks!

Those are the words Anisa used to say when I wanted to travel to Taiwan. As a human being who excludes gender and age, I really want to be able to feel the work in the land of people. Like if I want to feel living or being abroad, it is not possible through student exchange because I am old (me also if I am old😂). By way of vacation, it is no longer possible because besides not having money, unfortunately also if wasted on vacation. There is, just go home to eat onions aka cry because it runs out of money. So, yes, the only way is to be TKW.

"You know what, Ma'am, to Taiwan? How much money do you want?" Isti rebuked that time while we were resting.

"Yes. Most of what your parents want is not your money, but you," welcome Kang Mur in line with Isti. "What was your purpose in making a home here and mboyong your parents here for? So that your parents don't live with people anymore, right? And so they can get their old age, right? Lha, if you stay them to Taiwan, know that one of them died and can't see, enough of your salary there to cover the regret? Stay on your original goal until you can make a home here!"

I became silent. Although my desire to go wandering again is still so great, even more want to escape from the fact that I am not married yet and lazy to ask questions, he said, my fear in being a child is not much different from my brothers so lock my desire. I was afraid that it would actually happen so my demonic heart intent turned against me. I was also afraid that I would be treated similarly by my own descendants later.

And it's true that both my parents are the best in the world. They never demanded anything from me, be it in terms of relationships, work, let alone finances. They never even asked me what my payday was and for anything. They always accept whatever I give without complaining much.

Immediately my memory turned to Maulana who immediately made my chest tight. Especially when combined with the question of the mother who doubts whether I will still love him once married. If Maulana is not a good man who can lead me on the right path, then will I add to the list of the children who forget and eliminate her? Not to mention the problem of my feelings with her who absolutely could not like her, which even now propagates to feelings of disgust and hatred, ouch! All of the sins. I sinned! I feel that I am the dirtiest man.