The House in the Middle of Sawah
Mr. Ndori
Payday. Aahh.
On payday radio is not on the 1st of every month. This happiness ritual is performed on every 10th. Salaries are paid directly in cash, not a transfer system for part-time workers like me. While for office people who live on the 2nd floor, salaries are transferred to their respective accounts. Usually after payday all the money that is directly I put into my savings in the bank. But because lately I have to meet my daily needs independently, then I decided only 25% of the salary this month that I will save.
The broadcast cabins came from the second floor. The sound of his high heels going down the stairs sounded very melodious in my ears. He came carrying a handful of brown envelopes, hmmm fragrant, the scent of money. Kabag siarku is a middle-aged woman who always appears excess powder in my opinion. In the past, early on I entered work here he was the one who taught me how to talk softly when on the air, about the skill of talking, uuhh don't ask, uuhh, she is the queen of all queens in the matter of bribing. This time there were 4 people in front of the broadcast room, who were waiting to be given a brown envelope. There's Henri, Krishna, Amel, and of course me.
"Gengs, here's your pay this month. As always, before the salary is distributed there is an evaluation of your performance during the current month. I hope it will concern you for repairs", The Broadcast Chief began his monthly speech.
"For Henri, you're the most senior, the most flexible, many listeners are many fans, but you often miss the advertising version. For Amel, the cute queen is late, if next month still likes late, said big boss your salary will be cut. For Dani, do not be too often diem, do not often say e e e e, focus. Whatever your life is right now, be professional. And for Krisnaaa, you must be able to resist your desire to continue to continue. The time is not enough to muter the ad if you do not have a mesh, ngockeh continues.", Kabag siar sighed.
"OK, now please sign one by one . . .", Kabag broadcast, end his evaluation, distribute the salary, then go back to reach the powder in his small bag and busy patting his cheeks with a powder broom.
I've been living on the radio for almost a week. There was no sign of you calling me to take me home. I don't know when this situation will continue. Momuk called me a few times and asked me to go home to the store. However, I was still muddled with my opinion, before the Father explained the truth and before we returned home, I was reluctant to meet the Father first.
"Mas, when are you going to be in the studio? Koyok did not have a house", Krishna broke my daydream. It is seen he is still calculating and matching his salary amount with the absence he broadcasts for one month.
"Yes, by the time I finished college maybe", I was sleeping on the couch. The heavy-duty airman's mother has returned to her office desk on the 2nd floor.
"Pickle. Why not just go home? Any problems at home? Or are you being fooled? The same girl you don't like? You were tricked into paying off your debt, right?", Krisna poked me with her nyleneh questions.
"Mbok kiro ep ti piii", I grumbled in annoyance.
"Truck lava? Wh why? Crita laahh. .your life is exciting many twists and turns", Krishna whines to know.
"Seru udelmu bolong. The point is I'm fighting with Babe. Ah, don't ask. Remember the saying Kris, shy to ask astray on the road, many ask shy in", I answer the origin.
"Yes, I don't want crita pa pa pa. The important thing is I'm paying, want to date it", Krishna glared.
"Huh? Got a girlfriend to you?", I woke up from my fall, shocked.
"There's a dongg, there's a, GGGL Ganteng Gak Lakuuu", Krishna chuckled, mocking.
"I'm an honorable single, single not because nobody wants to be like me, but because no one's got me" I tried to defend myself, patted my chest, proud.
"Preeettt. .huuweekkk", Krishna pretended to vomit and immediately took a thousand steps.
"What's wrong?", I asked curiously.
"Where is it?", asked the chief marketing officer, still with a wobbly wail.
"Say she wants a date. What's the matter?", I'm getting curious, Krisna's fear of knowing.
"Woh, it's bloated. Not SMS wanted to nitip a letter to a shoe store, bill letter monthly advertising costs, instead left dating", Mbak head of marketing looks annoyed.
"Oh yeah, you're free, right? Here I ask for help, accompanied by yes. . .tengkiyu", the head of marketing smiled and immediately put the bill on my front desk. I'm just gawking.
My decision to ask a lot of questions like Krisna turned out to be a big one. I got an extra job without extra pay. Krisna sucks, even though she was supposed to deliver the letter, now I have to do it. With a little laziness, I got up from my seat, picked up the letter and walked to the parking lot. Thor looks handsome parked under a palm tree. I'm gonna slide right into the clever shop.
Not yet arrived at the store clever looks fuel indicator Thor is already critical. Finally I turned at the nearest SPBU which happened to be SPBU where Mr. Ndori worked. But I did not see Mr. Ndori today. Another holiday?
"Mas, Mr Ndori didn't go to work today?", I asked Mas-mas who was refueling Thor.
"Sir Ndori?", Mas mas looks confused by my question.
"That's you know, Mr. Kudori, the guy is friendly, maybe his age is 50" I explained to his mas.
"Ohh, the late Mr. Kudori. Mr. Kudori has died already", replied the mas, the answer that surprised me.
" huh? Died off? What pain is it ? When is that?", I can't believe that those wise, friendly fathers are gone.
"There was a month ago" answered her lightly.
"Huh? Which is really mas? A few days ago, I was still chatting with him", I was wide-eyed in disbelief.
"That's why I asked opo to fight? Mr. Ndori was already forty days old anyway", finished refueling and told me to advance the bike. I'm still confused.
Mr. Ndori died forty days ago. My acquaintance with him happened a few days ago. The wind blew slowly, as if blowing my nape smooth. I looked up, the coldness running from my nape to my wrist. I'm goosebumps. I turned on Thor and hit the gas.
