Space Rainbow

Dalu..

Rainbows

A few days since the unexpected encounter with Ayung tea, I don't know why.. This heart rumbles.

Feel tightness in the chest, every time out of the house without a head covering.

But, right now I can't afford to buy a hijab. Again feel that the contents of the stomach are more important than that.

To minimize this raging feeling of guilt, I also began to fix myself. Set aside a short t-shirt and pants ngetat or fresh body.Replace it with a long-handed shirt and cotton pants are more loose.Because since college first, mom bought some clothes for me.

Don't you have some veils made from Paris? Always wear it during Lebaran holidays or to the condition.

"Mom... " I approached the mother who was busy processing food in the kitchen.

"What's the tea? "

"If you're not wrong, you have a black veil just as white, huh mom? can you borrow it? "

"There's in the tea cupboard.. "

"Tetuh take ya ma'am.. To study. " I said softly while being shy..

After picking up the veil, I stared at the reflection in the mirror.

I combed my long black hair with my fingers.

Later I will look like rich mothers yes if you wear hijab?

Will anyone bother me?

I'm ashamed!

Later on think it sok alim!

I'll look like I'm not interesting!

Quivering the sentences that came from the whispers of the devil in my heart.

And my heart is full of hasad and prejudice.

Hhh..

Trying nothing wrong, Pela!

Fold the rectangular veil with a size of 115x115 with doubt.

Then tie the original hair into a clap.

Uh.. I don't have the inner.

Gapapa lah. try the veil first!

3 mins..

10 mins..

Fiddling and flipping the fabric, but neither did the veil stick perfectly.I became hesitant to make it.

It turns out this hard wearing a veil huh?

I gave up, folded back the black and white veil. Then put it in the closet.

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Today, my desire to close the letter came out again.

Tenyata, to wear a veil also requires expertise. It's not as easy as I thought before.

Not to mention, I'm afraid a pentule needle stabbed me in the neck.

And what makes my spirit slack is, how will my coworkers react later. Honestly, I'm ashamed and scared..

Shame because I feel myself is still far from the word 'good'.

And afraid they sneer or sneer at my new appearance.While my behavior is still sradag-srudug. I became one of the deft operators that generated the highest sales. In addition to hospitality and good service, I always try to provide maximum performance.

I'm waiting for public transport, heading home.

It just so happens that today I got into day shift work. So go home at night.

An angkot stopped, and I went straight inside. It seems to be almost full. I had to sit on the artist bench.

Hhh..

Sighing, I tried to be ordinary. But over time it was disturbed because in the angkot, full of cigarette smoke.

Until it makes me not stop shaking my hands so that the smoke does not hit my face. Most importantly I did not breathe much, because it is very dangerous to be a passive smoker.

Passive smokers will be affected more dangerous than active smokers, because active smokers smoke cigarettes from direct cigarettes and in the cigarette there is a filter. While passive smokers smoke smoke from cigarettes which of course without a filter plus smoke that has come out of the lungs of smokers.

"Why tea? " Ask the smoker, looking at me with an indescribable look, he seemed to deliberately puff cigarette smoke at me.

He looked at me from head to toe.

Really sucks.

I snorted, but he still looked at me like he was at the victim.

I looked at myself and looked at myself, but nothing was wrong.

This time I even wear a fairly closed shirt, it's just that part of my shirt does look fresh body.

I regretted, why did I leave for work this afternoon.I put the veil in the closet again?

"See a view! " I said ketus. I don't like it to keep looking at me like that.

"There is a free view.why should be kept.anything wrong who is beautiful.. " With a whimpering tone, he again smoked the cigarette deeply.

Some people in the car whispered to each other.

Some also shake their heads.

There was only one woman who had since been very relaxed while reading a book in the angkot corner.

The adult woman, wearing a long veil to cover her chest.

Stunned, a sense of admiration every time he saw someone who was hijab like the woman. Without fear of being disturbed by men.

"Left. mang! " I stopped the cargo, and immediately went down at the terminal. From here you have to use an ojek to get to your house. Because angkot only goes there until Maghrib.

While walking towards the base of the ojek, I recalled the horrifying gaze from the man in front of me earlier that made me shudder in horror.

Without me knowing, something was pulling me.

"Carrrgh.. " I screamed, because it turned out that horrible thug-like man was following me from behind.

"I drove back to his tea house... Or follow me yuuk.. "

I violently let go of the man's hand, trying to run as fast as possible to the busier ojek base.

"Don't sell expensive tea.. "

"Well, if you dare to mess around! I'm not afraid to scream..! " Threaten me while reaching for a cell phone.

"If you don't, I won't be rude.. " The man came closer and almost touched my cheek.

"Sad.. " I screeched and retreated while pushing her dry body.

"Let's have tea. I'm still patient. "

I dialed the number of an acquaintance.

"A.. Please give me a sneak a. to the front of the terminal.." I said while shouting.

"Eh.. Here's the HP! who should call! " With a slightly panicked expression, the man snatched the phone from my hand."Wow. this girl asks to be given this! " So he pulled my body and dragged me.

I tried to struggle with the rest of the labor energy earlier,"Apaan heh a.. also know not! Don't think I'm weak! "

Bugghs.

I kick his sacred heirloom as hard as I can.

Until he fell.

It's good to have a macem!

"Tea.. Why tea? " A Sulaeman, an ojek driver finally came and his bike stopped right in front of the man.

"Nanaonan maneh! Stay in the crackle! " Shouted a Sulaeman, while waving at his friends.

"That's Hp I'm in the same hold of him a! "

A Sulaeman got off his bike and took his phone and handed it to me.

"Care tea.. Many copets! "

"Not a... He's messing with me! "

Without a second thought, A Sulaeman beat up the man many times.

The man looked at me with a big look. He spit and ran away from us.

"Why don't you call me when I just got home from tea work.. Don't take an angkot, this danger is already 10 o'clock malem! "

"Dad a. had wanted to take angkot once. " I chuckle.

"Want me to drop off tea now? "

"Yeah hayu a.. It's night.. Noah helped me a! " While riding on the bike, I wear a helmet given by A Sulaeman.

"Sami-sami tea.. Don't hesitate.. "

Finally, I arrived at the gate and said my farewell and thanked him a lot.

Get inside the house through the back door.

Actually very tired of working as an operator, for approximately 8 hours must stand without being given a chair just to sit for a while.

What, I just take Ayung's tea offer? there is nothing wrong with learning also to seek experience, rather than feeling sometimes anxious like earlier if you go home late at night.

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