The Dilemma Between Two Choices

26. Applying for a Job

The next day, Nafeesa set out to find a job as stated by Ms. Laila. Laila's mother whom he had considered his own birth mother.

"Mother Nafeesa just went to the Market to shop for some necessities for Lindaweni's mother's catering order" Nafeesa suggested as they faced the morning meal that day.

Laila's mother looked at Nafeesa before replying to Nafeesa while finishing the food that happened to be in her mouth.

"You just focus on the job, son, I happen to want to stop at Linda's house to take money before shopping," he said, declining a request from Nafeesa subtly.

"Ohh that, Mom if you can know what Linda's mother made at her house, how much messennya, not as usual?" He asked with a full look at Mother Laila's search.

"If it is appropriate that Mother Linda said, she said at the Company where her husband and children work there will be a massive event to celebrate the anniversary of the Company," he explained who had stood from his seat.

"If that's what we need help Mom, how about we call Anjani just like Lita, because according to him Naf looks like we'll have trouble if it's just the two of you, Mom," he said by spending a drink specially made for him from the hands of Laila's mother.

"It seems that not only are they the ones we call, because they asked to make a cake as the closing menu, but you think son, what are Vienna and Adria also we call it? Pity they don't have a job?" He asked for input and approval from Nafeesa.

Nafeesa fell silent while remembering about the girl her mother intended. During Nafeesa's arrival at her home, Laila's mother is grateful that every day they get orders from various parts of the City. Thanks to the persistence and tenacity Nafeesa introduced and promoted her foster mother's catering business. The coffers they could rauf with ease.

"If according to Naf the Bu, it's a good idea pity also those who are said to have been looking for work everywhere but are always rejected because they stumble over the issue of their pilgrimage which is only SMP gradation only," she recalled the words of the two when they met a few days ago.

"You're the one who called them, son, I happen to have no phone number for any of them" he replied by tidying up some of their cutlery.

"Mom what about the cake shop we're going to build? According to Bad, we have to add a special room for cooking if there is a large-scale order like this, if we cook still in the house it seems too narrow, ma'am" he said.

"That's a good idea too, the land in front of the house is still wide enough to make the room, you just set it all up, because according to mother you always know what is best for our business affairs," he replied.

Nefeesa looked at her watch, with only a few minutes left for her, so she had to rush to the company.

"Bu Naf, pamit well, because of the preoccupation with talking, Naf is almost late, assalamu alaikum," he said then kissed the back of Laila's mother's hand by grabbing her helmet and sling bag.

"Waalaikum greetings son, I pray that what you do goes according to your expectations," a little screamed because Nafeesa was already on the back of his bike.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim" he said before starting the engine of his car.

Nafeesa runs his bike faster than usual. As time approaches the registration closes.

Moments later, Nafeesa turned off his motor not far from the Company's entrance. He did not pay attention to the location, which turned out to be a sign of no parking. So in a hurry, he forgot his motor key.

"God, may I not be late?" Ask while running towards the inside of the Company Loby.

What he does gets special attention from people who happen to pass by and cross paths with them. Most of them laughed at him. And not a few who have commented julid.

"Oh Allah, if I had a diploma, I would have been in the queue, but there was no way I would have gone back to Andra's house to get my file, it was the same as bringing up and reminding me of this heartache."

He stepped his legs and until that second he had not realized if the helmet was still attached beautifully on top of his head that covered the crown of his hair.

With bad breath, he arrived in front of a special room to receive employees in the ob and canteen. He sincerely applied for a job in that section because he did not have any diploma.

"I'm sorry sir has to be late" he said when he was in front of a special employee who received employees.

"The apology is accepted, but please open the helmet first Ma'am, it must be heavy since it was mounted on the head of Mbak," said the female employee who giggled to see Nafeesa.

Nafeesa spontaneously held and examined his head and how shocked and embarrassed he was after realizing it. Nafeesa smiled shyly at the incident she experienced as a result of her own education.

"Eehhh sorry ma'am, unintentionally," he said with a shy smile.

"It's okay, it's common, if so please sit down Ma'am," said the employee.

"There are still many ma'am" he said then sat his body on a chair that faced directly with the employee who would interview him.

The mother just wanted to open her mouth wide, her actions halted as her phone rang on the table. He saw who called him at such an important time as now.

"Sorry, Ma'am, I picked up the phone first" he said and stood up from his seat so as not to disturb others when calling.

After a while, the officer was back in his place.

"Sorry, we start now well, what's your reason for applying for a job at a company this big in the catering department?" Ask while reading Nafeesa's cv.

"Why? Because that's all I'm capable of right now and I happen to love cooking" he replied casually.

"If so I want to see you cook a simple, but delicious meal and it happens that the ingredients are in the kitchen," he explained then walked towards the Pantry in the room.

Nafeesa watched closely the instructions and directions of the officer. All that came to his mind was the fried rice he could make which took a short time.

"Alright, because everything is available in front of him Ma'am, well I calculate the time 15 minutes from now, if successfully cooked in a predetermined time means you pass the first session," he explained.

"What like this is a test that must be passed to become an employee in the cafeteria well," he said in his heart.

"The polar boss wants to find a canteen employee or a future wife so as to make a new rule suddenly," the employee mengedumel not clear so much as not trust with their CEO.