The Malang Widow

Jobseeking

Several times I thought about selling something but never found an idea. Besides my capital that is not much, I also do not know much about the ins and outs of Jakarta. Wrong as the beginning I set foot here trying to be a support worker was in the end to be disturbed because I did not understand the rules of the local sellers. I was so traumatized by that. The rest of the snacks that I bought for my sales capital at that time was finally used up by myself.

This scorching afternoon I was trying to get out on the road, hoping to get a job right now. I imagine there might be one restaurant that needs my energy. Soon I found one of those pretty crowded restaurants. I sighed for a moment, and I gave myself permission to work there with the shop owner.

"Mom, I'm sorry, do you still need people working?" ask polite.

"Oh, no neng, has anyone worked all, does anyone want to work? you?" ask her to look at me sharply.

"Yes ma'am, for me".I replied expectantly.

"You're pregnant so you can work hard, here if the work is also heavy neng, walopun need also not want to risk hiring a large pregnant person like you" clearly while leaving behind me who was standing in front of the door of his stall.

"But I still work strong kog ma'am, please, I need a job mom, I want to do any work even though it is heavy" my appeal to the owner of the stall followed by a look of pity from some customers who were eating or other shop employees.

Long time I stood at the door without response, I finally decided to leave from there. I realize now, with my stomach that has become increasingly swollen will not be easy for me to be able to get work.

I opened the contents of my wallet which is getting thin, maybe even I will not be able to pay my contract anymore. Because I counted enough money to eat until tomorrow morning.

"Yes Allah... I have to how.if I was alone, maybe it's okay I survive not eating, but what about this child in my stomach, he could not have survived long without eating, hhhhehhhh. Patience, son. umi will fight as hard as possible for you, pray umi to get a job for our living expenses".

As much as possible I can bear not to shed my tears. I'd be tired if I had to cry for my life. Even if I mostly cry, not infrequently my baby moves around unruffled, as if he feels stress like me. I don't want that to happen.

Long time I sat pensively in a city park chair that was quite crowded and passed the man. I also thought about asking Rianti for help. Incidentally that afternoon there is a routine schedule that I currently often follow. I had planned to talk about this to Rianti, maybe he could help.

"Hopefully there is a windfall for us, son, doain umi.." I whispered to my baby while gently rubbing my stomach with a firm smile.

Ashar time soon arrived, rushed me to the mosque where I followed the kajiyan as well as perform Ashar prayers congregation there. Slowly I move my feet there. Some of the masters had enough to enliven the mosque was about to perform prayers.

Immediately I took the ablution water to the women's special ablution room. I washed part of my body according to the guidance of ablution, a little refreshing my skin which was dry scaly because of the hot sun. My dull face immediately faded with the fresh water of ablution.

After performing congregational prayers in the mosque, I sat down on the side of the mosque while waiting for my kajiyanku friends. I chanted a few verses of the Qur'an to accompany me as I waited for that moment.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said a friend kajiyan come one by one alternately.

"Flower, Assalamu'alaikum?" the soon-to-be-present greeting Rianti was also soon.

"Rianti Walaikumsalam?" my answer is happy and relieved because I have been waiting for his presence.

"Rianti, I'm sorry, can I ask you for help with something?"

"Don't hesitate, say, maybe I can help?" the answer was convincing while holding my shoulder.

"I need a job ukh, my money supply is getting thin, I have to stay for my baby, not later I also need for my labor costs, I'm confused Rianti, I've tried to find a job, I've tried to find a job, but no one wants to hire a pregnant person like me, can you help me? what kind of job do I want, just so I can eat?" I said expectantly with teary eyes.

"Sad actually heard the anti story, should anti go home back to the anti mother, tell the truth, even though it will be very painful, but at least anti will be able to treat anti baby there" rianti told me.

"Sorry Rianti, I can't yet, I'm so afraid I'm going to hurt my mother. My old mother was still starting because of the failure of my marriage with my husband who I could not have listened to this bad news. I beg Rianti, understand my situation". My crying broke immediately, but my sobbing as much as I could bear so as not to be heard by my other friends.

"Flower, if one day there is a brother who wants to marry you, would you? of course he is someone who will accept you and take care of your child later"

"Is it possible that there is a brother who would accept with my circumstances like this, there are still many women there who are much better than me?" my answer is full of inferiority.

"Anti must know, not all of us do not have a dark past, a man in a place of sin, only if he really wants to repent, he said, then he will be met with those who can draw near to Allah. Look at the antichrist now, has not the journey of the Antichrist been shown here? that means, anti also have a chance to improve themselves. One day it must be anti find a candidate who will accept themselves anti" he calmed me.

"I have not thought there Rianti, for me now the most important thing is to be able to survive and meet the needs of me and my baby later, about the soul mate I just submit to God"

"God willing there is a way, let Allah make good intentions, later when it is ready, anti can contact ana to ana channel ta'aruf. About work, you will try to find info with other friends, who knows if anyone can help, try to calm down and pray" he said while smiling holding both shoulders.

"Thank you Rianti, sorry I always bother you, I don't know who else to ask for help but you".

"God has predestined us to meet, God also helps you, may be missed by our meeting"

My smile and nod closed the conversation which was then followed by a lecture that was about to be started by the ustad who had just arrived.

NB: Anti means you are for women, if men are called antum, a language often used by friends kajiyan and Ana means Me. Then Akhwat means Muslim women, while the Muslim Brotherhood for young people.