SHACKLED IN LOVE IN A NEIGHBORING COUNTRY

The polemic in Malaysia

Shackled in Love in Negeri 31

POV Author

After cleaning up, surf in the Maya world. There are some notifications in the blue logo app signifying Shifa. His notification made Shifa shcok. The friend who was with him in his hometown died in an accident. 

Innalillahi wainnailaihi Raji

Meyra died in tragic circumstances. With a broken head and a broken right hand. While the motorbike in his vehicle stretched far away hit the homes of residents. Remember Meyra? Of course you still remember this one shifa friend.

Since when can Meyra get a bike? Did you learn and then the accident died? I don't know if only he and his God know. Suddenly tears escaped flooding her cheeks. May your worship be received by Meyra's side. Calm down in heaven.

Mr. Daffa was just as devastated as Meyra's parents. Their relationship has been very long from Junior High has been in the blessing of the families of both parties. God did not set him up in this world.

"Republica ... Let's eat." Shifa wiped away her tears in a puffy state out eating together.

Meyra is preparing food even though only the two traditions of eating together from the village are still brought to wander. "What's wrong with you? Because of Khaizan?"

Sit down and get food. "Don't call him anymore. I'm leaving because my best friend in the village died in an accident."

"Innalillahi wainnailaihi Raji. I'm sorry, yeah."

" Yes." Yeah."

"Where is our job? Are we fired?"

"of course. In Malaysia it is more cruel. If we go on holiday without cause we're fired."

"Well, get another job."

"But don't worry. We have received a salary. 5 working days just let it go. I've been looking for a better job and a higher salary than a regular store job."

"Where?"

"Some time, let me help you get in there."

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Shifa POV

A day off just laying in the room. My body is not sick but my heart and mind are sick. I don't know what I'm thinking, the crowds of passersby don't make me feel crowded. This feeling remains sad and lonely.

How are people at home? I don't know, their contacts I blocked only send 10 percent of my salary however, they deserve to taste my efforts.

I am willing to work harder on myself and God to work harder to be able to have the capital to open a business and continue my education to a higher level in order to get a life and a partner the same highly educated.

"Republica ... Ready already?" 

"It." Go to the location as Indri showed. A refinery? Will we work in the factory?

"Yes, how? You want to work in a factory?"

"But what does it do?"

"don't know. Swing around! Let's see it first!"

"Don't work in this factory need registration before going to Malaysia? Who works in the factory, right TKI official to enter also need a lot of costs after working a salary cut again for several months?"

"Yes, anyway. But, not everything. According to my friend who works at the factory he just entered not through the TKI line.

"You sure?"

"We try to." Come in, talk to the HRD there is someone who helps us work here maybe his old friend. The friendly sense of the person has its own aura making people comfortable to associate with him. Indri always makes it easier for his friend to get a job even though he is not sure his friend will remember his services either. No, he doesn't care what's important he's doing good to others. Yes, the end he also got a friend who also made it easier for him to get a job.

Two more days we work turns out there are not a countless number of employees here. Their faces are jutek-jutek. My chest felt on the big rock press, my breathing was tight in fear of not being able to work properly. There is a job for new people. 

His job is to make coconut milk in containers with technology and in the form of preservatives to last a long time. Packed as good as possible with boxes, sold in supermarkets and other shopping centers and exported abroad.

"Repeat again, not okay." Factory inspectors reprimand us every once every hour. His face was not friendly at all. It feels like we're swallowing us alive.

"Yes, mrs."

"It! What the fuck is his job like this you/you can work what can't?" PRANK. The leader kicked and threw the stuff we were working on, the other employees just glanced. It turns out hard banagt work in the factory. I was shocked and schok shouted at the parents was ordinary but in shouted at others it hurt bad.

"Yes, mrs." The supervisor surrounds the employees. I and I focus on doing work that is always wrong in the eyes of people. Work is like a ninja, the whole body is wrapped in white clothes and masks. Just imagine like a white uniformed officer in a hospital treating a patient infected with covid virus 19.

"She...! How come judes hates him?"

"It was, it was like that of the leader in the refinery. So, you have to mentally prepare don't make a burden."

"I'm going to the toilet first."

"Izin used to be the same leader."

"Yes." Yeah."  Ask the supervisor for permission, they only give five minutes to go to the toilet. Even though they speak Malay sometimes my hearing is reversed but still can be understood because I live in jambi where the village mostly speaks Malay and likes to watch Malaysian movies as well. 

Arrive at astagfirullahal'azim toilet. There are a lot of strangers here. They seem to be from India. I watch Bollywood movies like this. According to the story they are not Indians but bangl*desh people.

These people who like to disturb TKW from Indonesia. Put him in bed and throw him away. They are the backbone of the family leaving the hometown for the sake of children and wives. But, arriving abroad most of them act and like to vent their biological desires on Indonesian women with the lure of less pay.

Indonesian women in this country mostly become the backbone of the family. Having an irresponsible husband, a mediocre economy if grateful for the same economic situation that makes it possible for children to be threatened not to go to school until High School pity the children.

Girls who work here for the future because of parents who are less able to support the family, they have to plunge into the field to meet the needs of life. Widows who struggle to support themselves and their children because today there is rarely a guardian who is responsible for him and the children according to the Shari'a. Some are responsible but ignore the wife and child. The women had to fight but after that they fell into the black abyss not all of it was only part of it.

In the hometown there is no work, this is where the work that is paid enough for the cost of living a month for the frugal can save. Many are also lucky to be able to build a private house and send children to college. How great the meeting of parents and a mother but in fact they are still in the eye. 

Ah, behind the funny series upin ipin there is a bloody human life story.