The Love of the Duda

TCSD 52: Interviews

"Dad, Mara left first huh. Pray for Mara so that Mara can be accepted at the factory that Arimbi offered yesterday."

After bathing and feeding the father, Mara rushed to prepare to go to PT WUW which according to information from Arimbi the company was in need of cleaning service. Without much thought, Mara welcomed the offer delivered by Arimbi. For Mara, it does not matter what job she gets, provided that from that job she can earn income to connect her life and the life of the father in this city.

"Be careful, Mara!"

Mara just gave me a little smile. He approached his faithful father, sitting in a wheelchair, and hugged him tightly. "Be careful at home. If you're tired of sitting in a wheelchair, you can lie in bed. You can't, can you?"

Baskara nodded slowly. The current state of the man shows a pretty good development. To shift his body from a wheelchair to a bed, slowly he can do. That's what makes Mara a little more relieved.

"For lunch, Mara has also prepared at this table Yes Well. And if you feel like you want to pee or have sex, you don't have to go to the bathroom. Mara put up the diapers for Dad."

Baskara nodded back. "Yes Mara."

"Yes already, Mara left first huh Well. I'm fine at home."

The young girl again kissed the father's forehead with great affection. He always believed that if he loved and was devoted to his parents, God would always give him happiness. That is what makes the young girl even though she never complained in living her days to take care of her father.

With a face filled with joy, Mara stepped foot, stepping into her new days in this city. The girl's cheer seemed to have an effect on the people who happened to cross paths with her. They also seemed happy to see the girl's cheer.

"Neng Mara where are you going early in the morning like this?" greet one of the beautiful mothers named Hikki Hitaru who was watering plants in front of the porch of the house.

"Mara wants to find work, ma'am. Pray for Mara to be accepted yes" Mara replied with a sparkling face.

"Aamiin, I hope you're welcome, Neng."

"Thank you very much, ma'am. Mara, excuse me."

"Be careful Neng."

Although only a few days he lived in this place, but Mara already looks so familiar with the neighbors. Mara's attitude that is supple and easy to get along with is what makes the girl is already widely known by the neighbors. The beauty that the girl had. Make parents who have a son who is ready to marry, vying to make Mara as a daughter-in-law. (Hahaha this author is a little lebay 😅)

Mara again set foot on the front road to wait for the angkot. Angkot is blue which is a public transportation tool commonly used by nomads who make this city as a destination city to improve their fate. Public transportation at very affordable rates that can deliver to the destination.

Not just for workers. This transportation is also a public transportation tool that is often chosen by mothers to take them to the market. A public transportation that is so affordable according to the contents of each bag and certainly very popular.

Not until five minutes, Mara got the angkot she was waiting for. With a smile, the girl began to enter the angkot to go to PT WUW.

Mara's spirit! The spirit! .. Monologue Mara in heart, cheering herself on.

***

"Oh my God. Why aren't you getting ready for the office? Do you want to set a bad example for employees with your delays?"

Oma Widuri looks so anxious to see the room of the grandson who still looks dim. As a result of the thick gordyn that was inside the room of God was still perfectly closed. With a quick motion oma Widuri flicked the gordyn cloth until now the sunlight managed to enter the room and make the room of the Gods look bright.

God's eyes were slightly pinched when he felt the children's sunlight so pierced his cornea. The widower shifted his body to lean on the headboard of the bed while trying to stretch his stiff body muscles.

"Omma.. Today the gods do not go to the office first huh. God is not feeling well."

Oma Widuri's lips cut. "Hey Widower! If you are like this how can you get married again soon? Your soul mate may be taken by chicken!"

Flabbergasted gods. Maybe the oma was joking in the morning like this. "Omm... The chicken is not the soul mate of God, but sustenance."

"Just like a god. Your wife is also a gift to you. Already, already, let's get up soon. And get to the office. Remember yes, Oma doesn't want to listen to any reason from you!"

The gods can only nod. If it was like this, he could only obey the will of the oma. "Yes Oma, yes. God's going to the office, but it's noon."

Oma Widuri rolled both her eyes lazy. "You're trying to negotiate with Oma?"

"No Oma. The gods are not negotiating with Oma. It's just that today God there's a meeting with one of our relations at the restaurant Delight, so God to the office all of you later at noon after the meeting."

"Hmmmmm alright then. Let this morning Oma go to the office. Oma suddenly wanted to take a look at the atmosphere of the factory." Oma looked back at her grandson's face. "Now you take a shower. Pamali's virgin at this hour is still struggling on the bed!"

The god could only scratch his nape which was not itchy. "Oma, this god is a widower. No longer a virgin."

Oma Widuri was just stupefied. "Hahaha haahaaa duda doesn't do good!"

"Yep!!!"

***

"Can I help you Miss?"

A tall and strapping man who suddenly greeted Mara, made the girl who was fretting to pay close attention to a building and factory that was so big was shocked at once.

Mara turned towards the source of the voice with a smile painted on her lips. "Sir, I want to fill a job vacancy as a cleaning service in this factory. Can it?"

The security stared fixedly at Mara's face from head to toe. Security was astonished, because only this time he saw someone who would apply for a job but did not bring the necessary files.

"Did Miss bring the application files? Like CVs, diplomas, and job application letters?"

"This lady how? How can Miss apply for a job without bringing the required application files? Better get back from here soon."

"But Sir. I really need this job. Please give me a chance to fill that vacancy sir."

Security kept shaking his head. "Sorry Miss, but this has become the procedure of the office that applicants must bring the application files."

"But Sir... I please. Please give me say...."

Tin... Tin.... Tin....

The sound of a car's horn trims Mara's speech. Security who previously spoke to Mara rushed to welcome the arrival of the luxury car.

"Good morning Madam" said the security welcomes the arrival of oma Widuri.

Oma Widuri smiled knot welcomed by security at his factory. "For Har. How's the factory doing? Aman?"

Kahar who is the security of PT WUW nodded steadily. "All is safely under control, madam."

"Good Har. Always keep your job like this." The sight of Oma Widuri swept around. Until fixated on the figure of the girl who was near the security post. "Har, who's that girl? And what's the need for him to come here?"

"Oh... Miss is intending to fill the cleaning service vacancy that we need, madam. But the lady didn't bring the application file at all. So I asked that the Miss leave this place. Because it doesn't meet the requirements we need."

Oma Widuri just clucked softly. "Har, next time don't be like that. This is just a cleaning service position. Even if he does not bring the application files, he may indeed have a pretty good work experience. So there is no harm if we see the performance first. Try calling him to meet me, in my room."

"Good Mistress."

***

"May I introduce myself, son!"

Mara's body suddenly nervous when faced directly with a woman who still looks very young who is currently sitting in front of her. After talking with the office security, Mara was escorted by the security to a room that for Mara is a room that is so big and luxurious. Whose room if not the room of PT WUW's leadership.

Mara let out a long sigh and slowly exhaled, trying to master all her nervousness. "My name is Nismara, Madam. And it's called Mara."

While staring fixedly at the face of the girl in front of him, the forehead of Ora Widuri looks a little shriveled.

I am no stranger to this girl's name and face. But who is he? And where have I seen him?

"Aaaaaahhh Mara, what a beautiful name. Can you tell me where you're from? How old areyou? Have you ever had any previous work experience?"

Mara nodded slowly. "I am from Madam. My age is currently entering twenty years. And previously I had worked in one of the tempe-making factories in my hometown."

"Ohhhh so you just arrived in this city? Who are you living with? By yourself?"

"No Madam, I'm here living with my father. And we live in a contract."

Oma Widuri nodded her head. "Well Mara, what can you do so that I am sure to accept you as one of the cleaning services at my PT?"

Mara could only smile wryly while bowing her face. "I don't have any experience in that area, ma'am. But I will work hard to work well."

"You're young, but why did you choose to work as a cleaning service? Aren't you ashamed of women your age who work more in a much cooler field?"

"No Madam, for what I am ashamed. This job is a good job. So I should be proud. After all for now, any job I would go through as long as it was good. Definitely to connect my life and also my father who is sick."

"Are you selling stories about your father's condition to make me touched and accept you to work here?"

Oma Widuri deliberately lured this girl with questions filled with intimidation. The elderly woman wanted to see the persistence of this girl in answering questions from him.

"Not at all, madam. I don't mean to sell my father's condition story to get the Madam to accept me. I want to be accepted to work here because indeed Madam believes that I am able to work hard to carry out my work. I'm ready to be laid off at any time if my job isn't satisfactory."

A sweet smile rises on the lips of oma Widuri. He was completely in love with the charm and mannerisms of this girl sitting in front of him.

"All right." Oma Widuri wastes a little rough breathing. "Mara.... I accept you. And from today, you can start working here."

Mara jerks. Both of his eyes were perfectly rounded. "What Madam? S-I'm accepted?"

"Yes, you I accept working here. And work well. Don't disappoint me who has accepted you."

Without further ado Mara began to rise from her seat. He drew closer to Oma Widuri and grabbed her palm. Hurriedly he kissed the back of the hand of oma Widuri tightly.

"Thank you, ma'am, thank you."

Degs.. Degs.. Degs...

Why do I feel so close to this girl? Where have I met this girl? Because I feel like I've seen and heard this girl's name. My God, am I getting senile?

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