The Ojek That's My Soul

Necosting

Personage introduction

🍃Rezeki in every living thing already has a dose and rate.

Will not be exchanged, all there are rations of each.

However, it requires a struggle that sometimes causes fatigue and pain.

So that the sustenance reaches the grasp of our hands.

It's all a process, to train our resilience, and to understand what gratitude and pleasure are.

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Fatimah is a Muslim who closes her aura.

With a wide pasmina that extends to the chest.

Dress long and loose.

Although not too shar'i but it looks he is very guarding himself.Diusianya who stepped on 24 years, and had several times in and out of the factory.

Because out sourcing makes her get a contract of no more than 3 months at every factory she stopped by.

Now, she has the opportunity to work in the packing section of the largest cosmetic factory in the Capital City.

Because of her beauty and temperament she was always chased by crocodiles.

Nur Aini, a tall and slim tomboyish girl.Hawked in her casual style, and a small backpack that is always draped on the shoulders.Four years feel the bench of an accounting vocational faculty.

But his dream was hindered by economic turmoil, where everything needed an object that was very liked by Mr. Crab.

Namely,"Money..uang...uang...!"

So at the age of 19 years, he decided to collect material.

Sumi, the spoiled and cute sweet girl.

He pitted his luck from the village to the Capital, which took a day and a night on a bus.

Merantau is a new experience for him, fortunately he knew Fatimah and Nur.

So they decided to find a shared residence close to the factory rather economical time and cost.

The three girls in the hood were met in the employee interview room.

When they were both called for an interview session after psychotes.

However, they must resign when placed in different parts of the factory.

Rojali, is an application-based online ojek driver.

Which a few years ago had become a new phenomenon in the world of transportation services.

With a distinctive logo, and bright green color on the helmet and jacket.

His beautiful face is covered with his style and what it is.

Humor and a little rancid cover up the real private harboring wounds.

With cheap sneakers,

a shabby company logo jacket and trousers, has become a cool style for him.

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This is where they are independent girls living fighters.

The three of them stood facing a two-story building with a large number of rooms.

Many of the buildings we meet in the industrial area.

"So we rent this one? "

fatimah asked the two girls on her right and left side, then they nodded together, with a smile on their innocent faces.

"Yes, forced Kak, this is the only distance that is most deket factory and affordable equal to our salary that is not how much, let there be the rest also to send to mimi I,hehehe..." said the tomboy girl while grinning.

His name is five years from Fatimah.

Nur used to talk without pauses and commas.With the sound of his cry his presence can always make the atmosphere become cheerful.Although sometimes make dizziness because alone can make noise.

However, his attitude changes when he is struggling with work, then he will be immediately in serious mode, no sound at all, silent.

"Yes Kak actually said Nur, I also want to send money sing akeh for buk'e in the village,"

(sending a lot of money)

"Let mother, not tired of having to go every day to the rice fields, kalo gak nanem rice ya nanem onion, kasian_wis tuek,"

(kasian_old old)

"Let the child to ae sing nyari money, mugi-mugi iso bring umroh the buk'e karo pak'e,"

(Let his son aja nyari money, hopefully can ngajak umroh father and mother)

"Father to mecca, I'm iso yo ka?"sumi asked Fatimah, with a sad and hopeful look.

One of Fatimah's friends came from the city of S in central Java.

He was two years above Nur.

They are now joined as a trio of single fishabilillah.

"Dream as high as possible, let alone dream of kebaitullah,"

"Our intention is to get a reward, lhoo,"

obviously Fatimah while scrambling the gnash of the head of Sumi wrapped in a rectangular veil.

Fatimah exhaled slowly, then smiled eagerly at her two best friends.

"Bismillah_"May God always bless our intentions, and always give protection to all of us. "prayer Fatimah lirih said while embracing his two friends.

Once again Fatimah looked at the building before us with pus, again, before they went to enter the room, which would be occupied by the three of them.

Fatimah turned to the room next to the place to dry clothes that were not how wide, the rowed room was a bathroom.

Two bathroom booths and one toilet on each floor containing eight rooms facing each other.

He seemed to be breathing out violently.

In addition to the cramped room with only one small worn closet and also a small table.

Pretty expensive with a rental price of eight hundred thousand per month.

If only, not because of its location which was close to the factory, they might have chosen another place.

"Yourf..."Fatimah breathed her.

(may our lives not be too heavy in the future.

May our intention to become filial children by helping families, raising the windfall in the city of people can pay off)

After saying the prayer in his heart, Fatimah rubbed her face, then it was seen he put his right hand on the left chest.

(Why is my heart beating like this?

What is this feeling, is it a sign?

Ah, I am not comfortable with this place, but how else, both my friends are suitable, after all

according to our pockets.)

Fatimah shook her head slowly, as if expelling a flashing thought.

Then he threw his flat buttocks on the carpet that had been stretched by Sumi.

"Wiuh, fortunately you bring a carpet, Sum, can selonjoran deh us,"

"Capek is also naek ladders," complained Fatimah while massaging her calf slowly.

Then he reached into the backpack looking for a clear plastic bottle filled with mineral water that had been bought, at the front stall of the alley.

Then he took it slowly three times.

"Udah eleven o'clock this afternoon Kak, want to eat now only what ntar? "ask Nur to Fatimah while putting boxes of side dishes and rice on the carpet.

"It's still a very big anget if you want to eat now,"

"There are stir-fried kale, jengkol in sambelin mixed anchovies, same purple eggplant in soy sauce,"

"These are all the mimi miasakin nih, specifically for us-us," said Nur explained one by one menu, which made the tapeworms instantly thrashed.

Nur still continued to babble anything, his lips twitched funny, as his hands opened the bushel one by one.

(Basic lakbet bird if it has started babbling, bicikk.)

" Beeuuhhhh,Kak_ scented this jengkolnya,sueddeepp dah this mah, kuylah, gaes we need energy before beberes," he rattled again while smelling the food that lay in front of these three fighting girls.

" Waaahhh, mimi emang debes yo Nur, sampek masakin we food uennak tenan!"squealed Sumi with sparkling eyes.

"Iso add to me." Sumi glanced at Nur, then chuckled when she got a shot from the tomboy.

Without being in command again, Fatimah immediately took the plate she had brought from home.

Can't stand it apparently, seeing the stirring of the rice kale that has been waving it, keroncong music in the stomach it feels like it has started a concert.

Suddenly, though....

"Tock.. Geck.. Tok..! "

Almost the rice and appetizing side dishes moved, from hand feed into the mouth.

Fatimah and Sumi wanted to get up from her seat.

"Udah Sum, let Brother just open, you on the continue aje nye nye nye,"

" It's also a jengkol look."

Fatimah stood up while chuckling at the expression of Sumi, who almost bribed the jengkol but was held in front of her mouth, because of the disturbed sound of a knock on the door.

Fatimah grabbed the doorknob of their room.

Chequek!

"Auntie,"

*Welcome to my first work💖

*Hopefully better because I've revised🤭

*Thank you to the Author Brothers who have given his criticism😘

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