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Ch 2 - I'm Accepted!!

My body is so stiff. It was difficult to step just to sit on a sofa no less than two meters away. The cold look and the unfriendly sound that triggered it. Instantly the fear of being interviewed came back. I am*******-***hand*, to relieve nervousness.

"Huhaha, Armand! You scared him! Haha. Come sit down, sit down. Just relax." The laughter and clumsiness of the middle-aged man slightly melted the atmosphere of space that initially felt extremely stiff. I exhaled. It was as if the burden of life had been lifted.

I slowly sat down, facing the middle-aged man. While the cold-eyed man remained standing, looking at me with a judging look.

"Where's the CV?" asked the middle-aged man with outstretched hands without looking at the cold man's face. Within a second, the file had changed hands.

"Hem, Arsha Nayyara Usman. What a good name. What mean?"

"Huh?" This lip foolishly answered spontaneously. Diplomatic answers to common questions are prepared, but the ones that come out are unimaginable.

"Your nickname? Arshas? Nay's? Ara?" The middle-aged man looked at the file while occasionally staring at my face.

"A-Arsha Sir ...."

"Oh, Arsha. Hey, Armand, Arsha. Arsha, Armand. Your name matches as well, hahaha!" The man turned his head with a wide laugh, while the man next to him remained unmoved. Stiff expression. From the look of the eye as if to say that there is nothing funny to laugh about.

The middle-aged man still did not give up. He elbowed the body of a stiff man named Armand with his elbow.

"Come on, don't be so stiff. Later Arsha is afraid to be your men," ledeknya, but again ledgekannya not welcome. The middle-aged man took a deep breath and carried a shoulder. "Based on a stiff man," he snorted.

"Oh yeah Arsha, just relax. Consider talking to your own parents. How old is your dad?"

"My father sir?"

"Yes, your father."

"Ehm, around the early 50s sir ...."

"Same. I'm also in my 50s. Retirement soon. Your father and I are almost the same age. So let's just say you're talking to your dad. Just relax, yeah. Want candy?" The middle-aged man I knew named Mr. Marga from his name plate holder presented me with a bowl of candy. Forcing me to take it. Want to not want me to take and follow Mr. Marga open the package.

"Tell me about you, Arsha." The question I have been waiting for and preparing all day.

I put on a perfect body attitude. Sit upright with both hands crossed over your lap. Take a deep breath and look into the eyes of the other person. I'm ready for the interview.

"My name is Arsha Nayyara Usman. My friends call me Arsha, at home I am called Nay. I am the only child of a great father and mother. Who was very much fighting for his daughter's education. According to him there is nothing more important than morality and education ...."

"Your parents' job?"

"Father seller krupuk rambak."

"Mother?"

"A great housewife who is very supportive of whatever your job is."

"Arsha is very proud of her parents."

"Yes Father, I am very proud" I replied firmly. Every time I talk about both parents and remember their struggles, it always works to make me shed tears.

"Great kid. Always remember your words. Honor both parents, and your life will be glorious." Mr. Marga smiled wisely.

"What are the advantages and disadvantages of an Arsha?" Another question I knew answered. I smiled confidently.

"I am hardworking, diligent, can work alone or team work. Weaknesses, when I'm focused on one thing, sometimes I forget another. For example, when I'm focused on work, I can forget about hunger ...."

"Oh, that can't be. Mottoku, work happily. So if you're hungry, leave your job and eat good food. Is it Ar?"

"Hem."

"You guys are compact. It's definitely this soul mate, hahahaha!"

"Ehem." The cold man turned his face while clearing his throat. Mr. Marga coughed, as if to understand.

"Armand, is there something you want to ask Arsha?" it was like switching the conversation. His hands stretched out, handing over the file to Mr. Cold. The man skimmed, then his deadly gaze returned to look at me.

"Here it is written in 2019 to 2021, you follow the lecturer project and are paid six to seven million once the project is completed. Can you explain the project in question? And why would you choose to apply for work here if the salary of the project is greater than here?"

And again a question I can answer easily. My confidence is starting to increase. All the worry and anxiety that initially whack, now erased already. Confidently, I answered all the questions that were asked.

It didn't feel like half an hour I was in that execution room. This interview is better than any previous interview. Maybe because of the nature of the end user /the leader is friendly, making the atmosphere no longer tense.

"okay, Arsha. It seems like enough to get here our curiosity. Is there anything you might want to ask?" Mr. Marga started to close the conversation.

I am*******-****hand. The fear of failure again began to come.

"B-may I know the employee announcement received or not that when sir?"

"Oh, you're worried about that." Mr. Marga smiled slightly. He looked at Armand. "When's announcement?" he asked, throwing in the questions he should have answered.

"At the earliest in the afternoon, at the latest tomorrow afternoon," said Armand briefly. "Thank you." Armand stuck out a hand, a sign telling me to quickly leave.

"Thank you, Father, for the opportunity that has been given. Waiting for the good news" I said as I shook their hands one by one and walked out of the room.

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The news came not long ago. Just half an hour drive away, my phone started ringing. His voice was quite loud slightly disturbing the concentration. I decided to pull over and answer the call.

0331-33627x

That's the caller's number. My heart was pounding again because I knew the number was used by the company, not the personal.

"Assalamu'alaikum ...."

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Right with Arsha's mother Nayyara Usman?"

"Yes, with me? Can I help you?"

"We're from bank J. Can you come to our office tomorrow wearing an office look? We'll discuss the employment contract with you ...."

The next words I could no longer hear. It felt like my body was floating. I wanted to scream and dance right then and there. The desire was so unbearable and I ended up.

"Dad!! Mama!! Your son got a job!! Yess!! Yess!!" Like a lunatic dancing on the side of the road. Ignoring the many eyes that are looking.

After four months of unemployment, apply for a variety of possible positions. From a position as an admin, even warehouse staff he has served. Rejected here and there, dozens of applications have been flown, many efforts have been made, pray and endeavor, in the end there is a bona fide bank that will accept me to work. Why is the world so perfect?

That's my happy mind. I never knew the world would be like this.

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"When you feel nothing but your life is always smooth and goes so easily, then tucked into the prayers of parents in it."

"You may hate something when it is good for you, and you may (also) like something, even though it is bad for you. God knows, and you do not know." (QS. Al-Baqarah 216)

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