The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

unexpected meeting

One thing he is grateful for, his cousin is given a lot of sustenance, can buy a new pick up car. So that he can become one of the employees.

Budi became the second driver, duet with Pak Janto. Every morning, before dawn, Budi was in charge of taking his cousin to go to the fish auction. Because there the fishermen want to help ride the fish to the car, sometimes Budi was told to go alone. His cousin went on a motorcycle with his wife.

Like today, after making a transaction, his cousin went straight home first. He said there was an affair with a trader in the market. Like yesterday, I just want to say it. After all, there was no need for a reason for his cousin to leave him alone at the fish auction. His boss.

Another thing he was grateful for, his neighbor no longer showed his family as hard as before. Events the other day, such as being a strong warning for anyone who intends to disturb the calm, let alone insult Budi. Because, even though Adi got to the hospital, not necessarily Mr. Kusno angry let alone intend to criminalize it. Instead, he freed him from the demands of his own wife.

The good ones from the beginning are getting better, who previously liked to gossip and insult the Budi family, so feel reluctant. Make Budi can leave and go home to work comfortably. Like this hri. He left with great enthusiasm. When driving his cousin to the fish auction as well while whistling – whistles. When transporting polyfoam too, like not having a sense of fatigue.

Apesnya, just out the fish auction place, the rear tire deflated. Of course he had to change the tires first, alone. Certainly heavier, replacing the rear tire, with full load condition. But Budi responded with a smile. Want to be flanked again. The tires need to be replaced. He worked it out painstakingly and heart – hearts. Certainly with a heart.

“Eh, Mind. Why, bud?”

A voice surprised him. When he turned right, he saw two women who each carried a bicycle.

“Adel, again gowes?” sahut Budi, after knowing who greeted him.

“Yes, this is my cousin, Sinta. Why car?”

“Kempes. This is abis I replace”

“Eh, please. You work at your cousin's, huh? Kirain I was just a day that was aja”

“Yes, thank goodness. Than idle. Pretty, lah, there is a revenue”

“Udah ngelamar – ngelamar again?”

“Udah from first home. But no one has welcomed” yet

“Oh, so. Patient, yes. Insya Alloh, if it's time, there must be kok who bersambut” entertain Adel.

“Iya. Thanks, yeah. I was nyangatin” replied Budi.

“By the way – says, gowes from Gulang, this?” continue Budi.

“Not. From home I” sahut si sinta.

“Emang sinta house where? Pringgondani?”

“That's Gatotkaca” tukas sinta.

“Ha ha ha ha” Adel laughs.

“House is in Sirnoboyo” continued Adel.

“Oh, sirnoboyo. Mbah Juminah” said Budi while chuckling.

“Loh, know mbah juminah?” ask sinta

“ I beside him Mbah juminah” he continued.

“And my mother is a fish trader, you know, lah”

“Bu train, know not?” ask Adel.

“Loh, his son is Ratih to? Means, the cousin who mbak Adel meant that, mas Eko, yes?”

“Iya”

“Oh, so. We are still the real reason, mbak” said Sinta.

“Masa?” adel asked surprised.

“Cuman far. Ruwet if sortedin” replied Sinta.

“Udah, do not need to be followed. Important not muhrim, aman”

“Means?” ask sinta.

Adel glared while tracking his waist. But his lips are smiling

“Ha ha” Budi laughing.

“Bud, have breakfast?” ask Adel.

“Abis ini” reply Budi.

“Breakfast first, yuk” take Adel.

“Waduh, interesting offer, actually”

“Ya has been hayu” timpal sinta.

“But we've been waiting forin”

“Yaa” complained Adel.

“Sorry yes, not to refuse, but I have to anter this fish immediately. If you are late, you can get three credits and” said Budi.

“From mas Eko?” ask sinta.

“Mbah Juminah” reply Budi.

“Hmpf, ha ha ha ha ha. Have you ever done Juminah Mbah? Ha ha ha ha” sinta laughs.

“Early, thankfully there is a mother. Half a sks”

“Ha ha ha ha ha” sinta still laughing again. Adelpun laughs.

“Ya already, you heart – heart bring the car, yes. About Mbah Juminah, let me take care of” said Adel.

“Emang shoot dare?”

“Enggak”

“Ha ha ha ha. Exorbitant doang style. It turns out the same, jiper” comments.

“Yes already, I go first yes, miss – nona” said Budi

“Hearts – hearts” order Adel again.

“Iya. assalamu’alaikum”

“Wa’alaikum salam”

The budipun is slowly moving. The experience of this tire deflation made him think again to directly hit the gas. On the other hand, Adel still continues to pay attention to the car that Budi drives. Until the car disappeared from view.

“Mbak, so very see” tegur sinta. Adel jerks.

“Oh, yes” reply Adel short. But it was like asking for more answers.

“I've never seen, there's a guy our age, who so I like to accept reality. No jaim, again” continued Adel.

“Ngak jaim? Meaning?”

“First I met, he didn't cover up the truth about himself. Usually, who dares to tell me, would say he works in a bona fide place, has this, has it. But, he is not shy to admit if he is again jobless, abis kontrak”

“Oh”

“She's also not caper, ta. Chat ma me too, relax get”

“Hmm, someone fell in love with Nih” Goda Sinta.

“Apaan sih” by Adel.

He was ready to ride his bike again. Sinta followed while laughing. But inwardly he also asked – ask. Is it true that he is in love with you? If so, what is wrong? Just not lucky.

And after all, love can't just be based on wealth alone, right? If wealth is the standard for a happy life, why do so many artists struggle with wealth, but divorce? There are other things to consider besides wealth.

“Hey, ashen – smile yourself” reprimand Sinta, when entering a food stall.

“Hem? Whereabouts? Not also” kilah Adel.

“Wah, already this, confirmed. Positive” comments Sinta.

Contact the visitors who were eating, caught his attention. All eyes were on the two of them. Adel gasped

“Positively in love” continued Sinta, rectifying.

“Oh”

Some visitors exclaimed, and nodded – nods. Some people laugh, because it is funny, feel misinterpretation.

“You, uh. There are – there aja” Adel's tirades.

“He he's. Yes sorry”

Sinta ordered gado – gado for himself and Adel. From far away he shook his head –dark, seeing his cousin staring fixedly at the screen of his phone, while smiling to himself.

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This afternoon, I felt tired again. I don't know how many times he climbed and lowered a polyfoam full of fish. Not to mention there is an impromptu ping of Ponorogo, making it have to slide into the trengalek and tulungagung, to pick up the fish that had been ordered by his cousin. Right once, adzan dzuhur reverberated, he arrived back in the warehouse. He took time to pray.

“Mas, I let ya” say goodbye.

“Where are you?” asked cousin.

“Mau to market. Mastiin aja, mom has eaten what has not”

“Oh, yes already. Bilell” said his cousin gave permission.

He let out a sigh, throwing away the frustration, of having to share the road with many people with his various activities. The most space-consuming activity is the loading and unloading of goods for outboard stores along the side streets of this market.

After successfully passing the box car that was loading and unloading it, Budi immediately parked his motorbike near a temporary garbage dump. Right behind the back door, this market. From where he parked, his mother's figure was immediately visible. Because the sea fish block is at the very back.

“Eh, Bud. Did you nyampe?”

A voice surprised him. It turned out to be his fellow duet driver.

“Eh, Janto sir. Yes, sir. Just aja” replied Budi.

“Continue, told to do, same mas Eko?”

“No, I want to see Mom. Request a meal”

“Yaaa, not changed from school age” comment pak Janto.

“Ha ha ha ha”

Mr. Janto left after commenting. Budi immediately stepped his feet towards his mother's lap.

“Why, ngger?” ask Mrs Ratih.

“Mother has eaten, not yet?” Let's ask back.

“Not yet. Fatimah is not yet nongol, nih” replied her mother.

“Kalo gitu, Budi buyin ya, bu” bargain Budi.

“You haven't eaten either?”

“Not yet ma'am, keburu nyampe. Ha ha ha”

“Ya. But you don't give chicken, yeah. Tempe aja”

“Loh, why, bu?”

“Mother is no longer young, ngger. Udah must start heart – liver, about eat” replied Bu Ratih.

For a moment Budi thought, analyzing his mother's answer. Indeed, that answer makes sense. But Budi felt, the answer was just an alibi. So that you do not get out a lot of money. Because of course his mother has memorized the nature of Budi, who no longer wants to be treated by his mother.

“Iya. Wait a minute bu” said Budi.

He walked to the left side of the market. Where, in the middle of the food stall. Order two packs with the same menu. Rice, vegetable oseng, and side dish tempe without flour two pieces. He brought it back to his mother.

“Kok you are also just the same tempe, ngger?” ask Ratih ma'am.

“Ngantri ma'am, don't look at the chicken. I'm a laper too. It's a nyerobot queue. Ha ha ha” replied Budi.

Mrs Ratih laughed at her son's claws. But he knew, Budi was lying. He knows the nature of his son. When he is together, he will eat what his father eats. His father, must have only eaten what he ate. He himself, will not enjoy eating it if he sees his son eating only with a potluck. If there is chicken and tempeh, he must have given the chicken to Putri, and Budi. He just took the temple. His father Budi, will match what he eats, tempeh too. Budi, never want to step over his father, if about food. His father ate tempeh, he would eat tempeh as well.

“Enak ngger, what is it?” ask Ratih ma'am.

“Enak, mom. Dare, the spice” replied Budi.

Unknowingly, her tears just slid. His heart was sad, because he felt he could not make his son happy. Again – again he had to see his son eat this simple menu. Hunt – hunt him for those tears. He didn't want to see her cry.

“Why, ngger?” asked Bu Ratih, when he saw Budi wailing.

“Hem, sambelnya good ma'am. Want to add, but far” replied Budi. It seems that his name is only a little. Very slow to eat.

“This, have mom alone” replied bu Ratih.

“Wah, thanks, bu” replied Budi received the sambel.

Bu Ratih also sped up his meal, so that Budi did not realize, if his heart was sad, saw Budi eat with his greed. As if – if, tempe it is more delicious than rendang. On the other hand, she was also grateful, having a child this good. Want to be concerned, want to work anything, never give up, and very attentive to him, also to the Princess. It felt like there was the soul of her husband, who was residing in the body of her son.

Huwannuru yahdil kha irina...

the phone sounds ringing. Turns out Budi's phone. Luckily, he finished his lunch.

“Halo assalamualaikum” said, without seeing who called.

“Wa’alaikum greetings. Bud, busy no?” answer the caller.

“Eh, Adel. Just got to eat. What's up, what?” sahut Budi's.

“This, would like to know. I have locker info, maybe you want” said Adel.

“Mau, would. Where?”

“ Details I'm WA yes. If you are interested, just confirm to the number I share”

“OK, ready. Thanks a lot yes. Sorry, so take your nicotine, deh”

“Apaan anyway. Just info doang. Not recommendation. What goals are not, yes it depends on your own”

“So well thanks so much”

“Yes already, hunted in check gih. If you're interested, get all the files ready. Infonya anyway, tomorrow to be interviewed”

“OK, thanks for the info. Jazakumullohu khirot”

“What does it mean? Amen aja. Surely prayer is good, right?”

“Ha ha ha ha”

“Good luck, Bud. Assalamu’alaikum”

“Wa’alaikum salam”

“Tuuut” phone line disconnected.

After hanging up the phone, Budi felt strange with Adel's attitude. Maybe he has a class. You need to quickly hang up the phone. Check out the short message service. Yes, Adel did send some messages. Starting from text, phone number, to map.

“Who ngger?” ask Mrs ratih.

“Adel, mom. Love locker” info replied Budi.

“Create what lockers? Kan your closet is still” asked bu Ratih did not understand.

“Hmpf. Ha ha ha ha ha. Job vacancy ma'am. Abbreviated, locker” replied Budi explained.

“Oh, ha ha ha ha. There are – there are only current terms. Go on, how?”

“This again Check, bu”

“Oh, yes already. Check it out first. Just a trade, yeah. Mom wants to pray”

“Loh, mom hasn't prayed?”

“But”

“Oh, yes. Budi jakainin” replied Budi.

He no longer noticed his mother's footsteps. His eyes were focused on his phone screen. The first thing he noticed was the text message.

“We are from PT. Planet Rattan and Aluminum Furniture (PRAM ), will open job vacancies for PPIC section, male – male, maximum age thirty years, minimum SMK graduates. Preferably who has experienced at least one year in the field of PPIC ” said Budi read Adel's writing.

“Terms –Termsnya I there all” continued Budi read the writing below.

“If interested, please join the interview session, ....... “

“Aalhamdulillah's. PPIC anyway, my job. Although certainly different, but I'm sure, I can definitely” murmured.

He also read about the salary he would receive if he was accepted to work at the company. It must be a lot different from what he received in Karawang. But this is still bigger than being the driver. At the very least, it can be a stepping stone, before getting the one that suits his wishes. That way, his mother no longer had to bother thinking about his sister's school. Part of that salary is enough to pay for her sister's school. Some, enough to eat three. Still left to be saved.

“Where, ngger?” a voice surprised him.

“Eh, mom. Cepet very much prayer?”

“And you have to go back to work”

“Walah, yes”

“Terus, how is it?” ask Mrs Ratih again.

“Oh, vacancy. This just want to be confirmed” replied Budi.

He kept the number that Adel gave him. After that, he sent a confirmation message, that he was interested in attending the interview session, tomorrow. Before long, a reply from the number appeared. That informs about the hours of the interview, the dresscode, and the officers who will meet him.

“When would you like to give her application?” ask mother.

“Tomorrow, mom. All interviews. This, it's been answered. Tomorrow awaited at nine”

“Loh, directly interview?”

“Iya, mom. There is a rich one so”

“Oh, kirain due to default mbak Adel” comments his mother. Be confused. Mrs Ratih smiled seeing her son confused.

“Can be anyhow, ma'am. If he had an insider. But this info is general. Who can follow” replied Budi.

“Ya already, back gih. You're wanted again, same kangmasmu. All permits, make tomorrow”

“Ngeh. Pamit, ngggeh ma'am. Assalamu’alaikum” said Budi while greeting his mother. Don't forget he kissed the back of his mother's palm.

“wa’alaikum salam” replied bu Ratih.