THE NOURA VAN KEMMERS

Job offer

"Your mom is great. Every day there are Mpek-Mpek orders. We just moved here! but Mpek-Mpek Mama's business has started to run. Mama's Mpek-Mpek is second to none" I said as I sipped coffee.

"Alhamdulillah Bay's. Mama also did not expect, selling Mpek-Mpek here is also selling well. Today there is a 70 box order. Yesterday 50 boxes, and for tomorrow 65 boxes. Not to mention the frozen Mpek-Mpek that Mama put in stalls, a day can sell 25 to 40 pieces in one shop. Always everything's up."

"Mama needs extra energy. If only Mama and Bu Rahmi who do kayakna can not afford it. Not to mention that Mama also has to cook for our family to eat. Ms. Rahmi will also have to help wash, ironing also clean the house."

"Alhamdulillah, Ms. Beautiful our neighbor on the other end told Mama, that her brother from ART is in need of a job. Yes already, Mama recruit this Siti Mbak. Plan he'll stay here. It just so happens that his house is far away in the Bogor area. He can go home once a week." Mom explained.

"Pity him. He needs a job, he said. Her husband went somewhere. His son is one, still in school and now lives with his grandmother."

"It seems the man is diligent and deft, Mah. But the look in his eyes was strange, huh Mah?"

"What "strange tone? ah, could you! no, no need to think weird. Not just a smile, her mother helped! you don't want to help your mom in the kitchen. Busy with brushes and canvases every day. It was busy with the guitar!" exclaim Mama while glaring.

"Lha, Bayu is Mah's man. Cook Bayu help Mama mix seasoning same dough anyway? Bayu also help Mama right to deliver the order also if Mama needs to be delivered to the market," I replied.

"Oh yes Bay, Ms. Anggi said to Mama in WA that the school where she teaches is in need of an art teacher."

"Where's Bu Anggi Mah?"

"That's a loh whose house is facing Beautiful Mom. The other day here, order Mpek-Mpek for an event at his school.

"Mama fad asked him yesterday through WA, is there a vacancy for the teacher at school? and just dawn was answered. He said, the State High School where he taught was in need of an art teacher," Mama's eyeballs became more sparkling when her phone rang. My mom opened the incoming message and read it.

"The beloved granddaughter also arrived. Just talked about, Bu Anggi has sent a message. He said, the day after you were told to come to SMA Negeri 17 for an interview. Bring your CV and cover letter as well."

"What's? mah day after tomorrow? Mepet time. Why not next week? or next week again? Let Bayu have that preparation. Mental preparation means."

"What the fuck!" Mama looked at me sharply.

"Just ask Mama. You make a cover letter now. Now you can't paint outside. Prepare yourself for the interview tomorrow."

"You don't make Mama emotional! be careful if you miss this opportunity. Aren't you bored every day like this? just struggling with painting equipment and guitar almost every day. If you teach, at least the knowledge you get can be channeled well. You can also have new experiences."

"Meet new people, new friends. Frankly, Mama to see your daily life like this. There is no compromise anymore! you should teach at that school!" my mother patted my shoulder.

Honestly, I still feel like this. I still really enjoyed my days with painting, playing guitar and also chatting with Noura. But for Mama's sake, I'll try to accept the offer. There is no harm in trying. After graduating from music arts education, I have never taught at all.

This afternoon I went nowhere. Just spend my time by making a cover letter and preparing for an interview.

Actually I want to see Noura. I would love to talk to him and continue our conversation about his life yesterday. I'm still very curious. A few seconds ago in my room, I had another smell of golden rose variously from behind the window. The scent that signifies the existence of Noura. Did he miss me, huh?

I will write a message for him. I'll ask him to meet me in the room. I don't know why right now, I'm kind of hooked to meeting him. It feels like something is lacking, if I don't interact with him for a day.

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"Bay, when you're done making a cover letter, Mama asked for help, help Ms. Siti and Ms. Rahmi to pack yes! let it be done!" mom's orders.

"Ready, Boss!" I watched Mbak Siti appear serious about her work. His facial expression looked tense but his eyes were pushy as if he was observing something.

Like I said to Mama. I kind of caught the strangeness of this new ART. His eyes looked sharp as if he was looking at something. His face also looked very serious. Hmmm, what does that mean? like something weird.

Seriate.

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