The Cost of Trust

Seeking Employees

Thank God, our efforts are moving forward. Our customers have also been many. Not only the people around, but also the people passing by. Even friends who used to work with us became regular customers.

Today, you plan to check my contents. Yes, my stomach is starting to grow. He has entered 5 months.

"Mas, I'm going to go. schedule check the contents."

"Later at night, yes, dek. let the mas can nemenin."

"Ga for mas. I can do it myself. Take care of the counter. I can take a taxi."

"But deck...",

"Udah, calm down. I'm leaving, huh mas?" pamittu.

The taxi was waiting for me in front.

I don't have to wait long because there's a check-up schedule.

At 11pm I was home. The counter looks crowded. Mas Aziz looked overwhelmed. I rush to lock the gate.

Then he approached Aziz from the back door of the counter.

I helped Aziz mas to serve the buyers. Finally, the customers one by one left our counter.

"Alhamdulillah yes dek . konter bkita crowded."

"Yes mas. Alhamdulillahot. "

"But, like, we need employees. Moreover, my stomach is getting bigger like this. Fear is not the maximum to help you."

"Yes the deck. If we just look for the people around. Anybody want a deck?"

"It could be. Yes already mas, I went inside first. change clothes, get rid of this. Want to wear official clothes." I said sauntered to the house.

"Where's the clothes from? A negligence, a dress of service!" dengus mas Aziz's.

Hahah.he does not know, how comfortable to wear a negligee .

I made an announcement in front of my stall.

REQUIRES EMPLOYEES/IT TO BE ON THE COUNTER

Just installed, there are already some people who are interested. But we have not found one that fits our criteria.

Until finally, came a girl who I estimated was in her 20s. Approaching us.

"Yes mba, is there anything you need here? Refill or....?" question mas Aziz hanging.

"Sorry mas.mba.I am looking for a job. I am from Malang. Just got here this morning. I was tricked into telling her I wanted to be accepted into a restaurant. I don't know if I'm there, the address is fictitious" he said starting the story. From the language, he is like the East Javanese in general.

"What did you do before?" my many.

"Oh, whose name are we?" ask Aziz.

He pulled out his identification.

Her name is siti khatimah. He is approaching 23 years old.

"Call me Come, ma'am. I am only a graduate of Junior High, before I worked at a poor area restaurant. But there are people I work with in this city. I don't know if I was tricked" he said. There were tears in her eyes.

"Mas, just accept him here. We'll just use it to get him to sleep. Later, let's bring it next to our empty room."

"Why don't we just take it on deckhouse?" her question cringed her forehead.

"It's not your mahram mas." I explained..Aziz smiled as well. He's like I thought.

"Yes, get him on deck." pinta mas Aziz.

I also turned around behind the door. Open the gate for him. Then I lock it back.

"Thank you mba, have accepted me. I promise, I will work as well as I can. Maybe before I work at the counter, I can help at home mba."

I'm nodding. He walked behind me to the stall.

"Well, from now on you work here. You just put your bags in there." I'll show you the warehouse we'll be wearing tomorrow.

He put down his bag that wasn't that big. After that, follow me back.

"It's Aziz mas, my husband. And I'm Diandra." I said introduce myself.

"Thank you mas.mba..I promise, it will work well" he said with enthusiasm even though the jaw dialect was so thick.

"Yes, here I teach." said Aziz.

Then he taught me how to fill the pulses, price lists and so on. Even though he only graduated from Junior High, he looks smart. Is it just SMP? Oh God, don't let me get this wrong.

"Oh yes Imah, sorry for a while our ID card is held first yes. No papa, right?" mas Aziz said.

"No papa mas" he said as he went back to memorizing our merchandise.

"For what?", I asked.

"Imah, take care of it first. I want to talk to my wife for a moment." I nodded.

"Sir, we don't know him. It would be nice if we were vigilant. Especially if you are pregnant like this."

"Mas, don't susudzon so."

"Not suudzon deck, rather anticipation. I've never felt trapped. I don't want it to happen again."

"Lili's love trap you mean?" ask me a prank.

"Udah ah.pistiknya you just massage. I have many acquaintances in Malang. Find out later."

"Yes, stay in the photo only KTPnya. Ntar is back again. Can that be it?!"

Then he took his picture. After that, he returned to the stall. Returns the ID card.

"Here, I give you back your ID!" mas Aziz said.

"Picture.mas.thank you."

It turns out that since we just had a conversation, Imah has been serving customers.

"That's why mas.mba..I can sell heheheh"

We both looked at. What is this selugu?

"Oh yeah, where's your phone. I asked for a number." I said.

He took out a Samsung J1 mini phone that had worn off its edges.

"I have no quota leh mba. So can't miss Peyan."

Good thing I know what that means.

"Can't you call it?", I asked. She shook her head.

"Try here I borrow your phone!" I grabbed his phone that already looked buluk.

I saw the green application. Then I scanned the barcode. I handed her back to her little phone. His phone vibrated when a call came in from me.

"Owh..this is Diandra's mba number?" ask her.

"Let's just gapapa if it means mah."

"Yes to Dian."

"Yes, I love the 11 thousand first. Today is free. Tomorrow will pay?!", I said.

"Wah..suenenge I rek lek ngene iki." Sumringah's face.

She rubbed her voucher and pressed the button on her phone.

"Alhamdulillah. Thank you mas.mba.ya Allah thank you, I have been met with good people like them." he said while tweaking his Atik hp.

"But remember yes. You have to be honest, continue if about a new leisure playing hp. You're an adult." My advice just came out. Yes, Imah's age is different about 5 years with me.

"I wis tuwek mba. I have also been married to Mba. But , I ran away. Lha wong I Ndak like in soul matein same gmbah le."

Aziz and I looked at.

"Sek ..sek.but I'm a virgin. By Allah, I have not been in any way with Mbah."

Aziz and I gulped at the same time.

"How did your husband come here?" my many.

"Yes Ndak will be mba. Lha wong fitting I ran away, de'e kenek heart attack. Wes wassalam Saiki."

Aziz and I pat jidat. Busetttt.mas Aziz must be guarded from the widow of this model flower.

"Mba Dian Ndak not worry, I realize I am more beautiful and younger than mba Dian. Relax, I am not interested in Aziz. I love the same Al Ghazali models. His handsome charismatic. "he said while holding his chin with both hands.

Again, Aziz and I looked.

"Jangn imagines the height of Eternal" said Aziz.

"Ora uh.mas. Sopo knows how long Mas Al stopped by to buy quota here."

"It's up to you Mah" said my husband resignedly to the behavior of Imah.

"If you want to eat, that's what I'm ready for." I said.

"Every mba boss!", he said out loud.

Suddenly a car stopped in front of our stall. An imaginary Artist was in front of us.

"Yes Allah. Opo dream I want to bengi content meet peyan mas. O Allah.Yes Allah." said Imah.

"Imah...Yeah.", I pulled his arm.

"Yes, what did you buy?"ask Aziz, Imah is still amazed to see Al is here.

"It's a quota of 35GB." he handed over the money. Aziz gave the requested vocer. A class of Al Ghazali stopped by to buy vocers at my stall?

From inside the car, a beautiful woman opened her car glass.

"Thank you, mba.", he shouted from the car.

Aziz and I nodded.

"Masyaallah..beautiful to the deck!", he murmured.

I pull Aziz's ear. And Imah is still dumbfounded.