The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

who the hell, Budi?

Mentari has been leaning almost to collapse in the contest. The market is still very busy. Someone was busy packing. There are also those who are busy serving the buyers.

"Lack. How bengong?"

A teenage girl scolds a fish buyer. The one who was reprimanded smiled in shame.

"That's a pretty handsome kangmas, huh?"

He replied while receiving his order fish.

"Alas just saw Budi, huh? The feeling from the first time is often, to the market"

"It's different, Put. It used to be still snot. I don't think it's that handsome now"

"Inget at home, lek! Girls can't hold two" the Princess scolded, while looking for change.

"He he"

Budi is a twenty-three-year-old figure, who has a tall stature. His body is athletic, his face is handsome, his skin is pure white.

"Gesit Put, it works. Same thing at home" the buyer commented.

"No, Lin. Your husband is your neighbor's servant, you know" reprimanded a mother.

"Eh, Mrs Ratih" the buyer was surprised.

"He he's. Yes, mom. Admired, just as nimble as a mother's son. It was nice, again. Structured, systematic, and massive" he continued.

"Yeah. Even the campaign" the teenager commented.

"Japan factory graduation. It's natural to be agile. If not agile, can overtake"

Yes, he previously worked at one of the leading companies. Engaged in the manufacturing of motor vehicle spare parts. He is famous for his skill.

"That's why again? All lemurus are covered in milk. Home stay noh, a lot" said the buyer.

"Ulus. Indiscriminate" said Mrs Ratih.

"Ha ha ha" the buyer laughed. To the extent that is spoken.

Indeed, from the beginning of work, he was always interested in – small things that make his boss senewen. It's what, for what, why like this, this will be assembled with what, and so on. Often the boss does not know.

Often he ventured to ask higher superiors. Not infrequently also he had to explain at length, then get an answer.

"Why, ngger?" ask Ratih ma'am.

"No" replied Budi, laughing.

"No, Mrs Ratih. I said what" the buyer commented.

"Don't lemuru, Bud! Let me point" he shouted at Budi.

"Ulus. Even taught not really" said Mrs Ratih.

"Come, ma'am" said Budi.

"Was. Nyahut" exclaimed madam Ratih in shock.

"Ha ha ha" the buyer laughed out loud.

Personally, indeed, at first you could say he was a bad boy. With a large salary and away from parents, inevitably makes him feel free.

He was looking for a free mixed contract. Who closes their eyes to the residents. Fortunately, he got it, even though it was far from his workplace. And the occupants are small-paying employees.

"I think it's the same miss there. Sampe ticked the fish" said the buyer.

"I don't know" I'm Ratih's mom.

"Bye, mom. If the child is already overseas, when do not know so?"

"Yes not necessarily"

"Hmmm. Is it just me, who is less educated? My son knows that"

"Bright. Your son's a girl, Lin?"

"That's it, Mrs Ratih. If my girl is tempted, you know. Boy's Gut time?"

"Hem?"

"Eh, but not ngatain. This is my mind. Don't enter ati ya, ma'am!"

"Hem. Yeah, deh. I mean, the story?"

There's nothing wrong with the buyer's guess. With its economic strength, various forms of the woman's body in the rented, Budi ever tasted. They like it, because they get extra pocket money.

He-silently, his workplace friends were already countless, who he wanted to spend the night in his room. The charm of the face and the power of the money, able to hypnotize the women. In fact, some want to be her boyfriend, and live one room with her. Although without frills – append money though. Almost every night they act like a couple husband – wives.

"Mom. Sorry-sorry said this. Emang the Budi still less pinter yes ma'am, why haven't you got any more work?" ask the buyer.

"Well, that's a real pinter. But why not continue, ma'am?"

"Well, there it is. Do not know why, after the death of his father, his achievements so down. Though already want to pray, want naji, even decreased"

"Well, right. Just as rich my son. It used to be that too. Abis I'm mating, dilute again. She even has a business, just like her husband. Mating, mom! Dilute him it's because dapet anu. Ha ha ha" exclaimed the buyer.

"Ulus. So you know"

"Ha ha ha"

The buyer's laughter caught Budi's attention. He was the one who was focusing on packing the fish so looked back.

Again, the buyer's guess is correct. Budi had faith, the more often he had sex, the faster he learned – new things, and found – new ideas. Hence, she likes to spoil her boyfriend so that he enjoys serving her every night.

And as if to be real, the more days he finds more and more things – things that can be efficient. Not only in his tracks, even he could connect several departments at once to make improvements together.

At its peak, he was transferred to another department, which allowed him to consolidate between departments. The benefits are also greater.

Hearing this, his girlfriend was happy. He also got quite a lot of rupiah from Budi. All that Budi wants, he must do.Including routine taking pills KB.

*Emang actually said the mother. I think of Anu again. But whose anus would be embraced, if only just in anu? Ha ha v*.

"Nwg. I bought some vegetables first, huh? If the Princess has already dapet dapehnya, this boulek immediately told her to go home, yes! Don't talk!" exclaims madam Ratih. Budipun looked over and laughed.

"Ha ha ha. I've got a niece, Bud. Mending friend, same me" said the buyer.

Mrs Ratih just laughed, then went out of the market. The buyer approached Budi.

"Where, would you like to? I showed you" the buyer's tease.

"What's? Oh, anu? Ha ha ha" said Budi.

"No lek, thank you. Afraid I'm the same father" continued Budi.

"meaning? Is your father gone, Bud?"

"That's it, lek. If you are still alive, want to give me along the way memories also I woles. Most pol are also nabbed broom handles"

"Keep now?"

"Yes if there is no voice there is no form, is there no horror, lek? Central malem ngasih wejangan. Hii" replied Budi.

"Mending fasting, lek. Wait for the halal one" he continued.

There is a moral message that his father always delivered during school first, that there is nothing higher than his position but praiseworthy morals. No matter how valuable you are, no matter how high your rank, if you do not have good morals, there will be no one to accompany you. Your friend is only one who wants your possessions and position.

The moral message kept ringing in his ears. Haunted him every night until forty days after his father's death.

From there, I decided to change. He felt that his father had access to watch over him, from a place he could not see. She was always terrified in the middle of the night, even though her boyfriend was always by her side.

"Keep, what's your boyfriend, Bud?" the buyer asked in a soft voice.

"Kepo, deh" replied Budi.

"Ih, seriously."

"Yes left, Iah. I moved the contract. Pocket next to the mosque"

"Oh. From there you changed?"

"Yep"

"Squeaky. You've been converted, why even made blangsak, huh?" ask the buyer, but I don't know who. He just scrunched his forehead.

It does. Since he was converted, his career in the world of work, it was like freefall. His brain is now like a dead end. The little thing his coworkers could find, he couldn't find. The great thing that other friends could find, he could not read it.

Finally, at the end of the second contract, Budi did not get a recommendation to take the permanent employee test. He was knocked out by a colleague – colleagues who imitated his work style.

"Mending you back, same with your boyfriend. Marry siri first, let's not eat the cost. He still wants to, right, same you?" the buyer's advice. Budi pensive.

Indeed, his girlfriend suggested to take the contract offer another year. He wants to be invited to stay home again, and serve him as often as he used to. Until he gets a permanent employee test recommendation. Or forever he will. But Budi refused. He felt that this was the path he had to take.

"Emang, from abis you live in, your girlfriend does not nyariin? Moreover, until you do not continue gini"

"Nyariin, lek. Often even to my new contract. Often bring food. I have no income anyway"

Once Budi stayed there, so it was easy if someone invited him to an interview. But for a month, there was no invitation.

"Why wasn't she taught to marry siri?"

"Not thinking, lek. It's not popular. As you know, if the marriage, it's official"

"yeah. Very fond of. Though halal that you know, even choose to go home"

"The mother told me, lek. Still want to survive"

Yes, his mother suggested that he go home first. So there is no need to think about the contract and eat. Even in the village, Budi can help his mother. And, that's. Finally, I went back to my hometown.