The Ojek That's My Soul

Jeopardised

✨ sincerity of heart is not tied to blood relations.

Fraternity can be intertwined with the unity of heart and faith.

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A friend who leaves does not mean lost.

We are just walking the path of each other's lives.

Stay strong on the love between you.

Because that link will testify someday.

Because at every meeting there will always be a farewell.

Each start will find an end.

Focus on the end that we will go to, but also enjoy every groove that we will pass, to reach the end line later.

A few days after one of my best friends left.

For a moment something was missing, feeling something was lacking.

Farewell is not the end of everything, the link of the heart will not be broken by the stretch of distance even time.

The study is still a few days away, that means the savings are getting thin.

It was common for the two of us to have breakfast, and dinner only with instant noodles.

Because if it's noon we can go into debt at one of the food stalls, outside the factory.

Although we can owe, but we can't.

We still chose a simple side dish.

To be sure, it cannot be more than ten thousand.

We will set foot in the factory canteen if it has been paid, it was only a few times.

Anyway, we have to be frugal.

Must be able to resist every desire that commands the brain to pamper the tongue with good food.

Moreover, my salary this month is only half.

How will I tell my parents later.

Although they did not demand from my salary, but as a child, I felt responsible to ease their burden.

Why the moment fits so well, I got a pay cut and dad got sick for days.

Besides dad so can not work, ummi also can not sell and take orders.

At the time of school needs the twins are demanding payment of midterm exam money.

I'm sure my parents must be dizzy.

I am not at all violating destiny, nor regretting the provisions of God.

Only sometimes my mind asks, why coincidentally it likes to overlap.

Since the locker incident a few days ago.

I never again met that poison kiong duo again.

May they come to their senses and not harass me anymore.

But free from poison kiong, I'm still threatened by the presence of a muffled crocodile.

I thought he had forgotten his ambition towards me.

But the sharp look, as if threatening.

I really feel uncomfortable working here.

Her locking net made me intimidated.

I feel as if I'm naked.

How could I meet her in a simple stall like this.

How quaint?

Isn't it right, he got a lunch ration in the canteen for employees and staff?

Not wanting to bother, I continued my lunch session that had lost its taste.

Avoiding it by still being in a working environment, I think it is a waste.

But what else do I have to work for and where?

Here the salary is quite large, it's just lately many demons that disturb the calm.

I finished the day working in an uncomfortable atmosphere.

While in the room, I remembered one of my cousins, I decided to contact him and ask him for a job.

Nur Bawel sleeps in a dream crib.

Both my eyes are still awake.

This brain is still wandering with all its thoughts.

An already uncomfortable work environment, even threatening my mental health lately.

I can no longer control my emotions.

Unsafe neighborhood, because I feel I'm always being watched.

My memory came back a few days ago when Sumi and Aji were here.

Why at that time Aji told me directly, I remember his face was really serious and full of worry.

"Mbak Fatimah and Nur, preferably after work close the door tightly, "

"Don't accept anything from strangers, even if it's from your neighbors,"

"Better still, find a special boarding rent princess, "

"To avoid 'ain, "

(Aine disease comes from the word 'aana ya'iinu which means exposed to something from the eye. An eye sight that causes illness is a view that follows a negative mental response. These eyes become a way and are used by the devil to create envy and envy.)

That's a long line of messages from Aji.

He with such a young age, could be so wise.

Speak soft words, never make excessive eye contact.

More down I think.

Sumi was so lucky, loved and loved so much.

Take care of each other and hearts even without a pledge.

Without the attachment of taste.

Only capitalize on the belief that true love will find its berth.

I also remember Dad's message before I got back here.

My father's gaze was so deep.

Is this all a sign?

Then how do I give understanding to this one boy.

Who fell asleep with snoring.

It is very different from me who is fighting with all the problems of life.

His life seemed to be without burden, so indifferent and never bothered with what happened.

But indeed since getting a warning from Aji, we are always both everywhere.

To the bathroom, one inside, one outside, so alternately.

Either because of nature calls, cash direct deposits, and even showers.

One of us will be faithful to accompany.

Always duet when washing and drying.

At first I just wanted to find a new place.

Now I feel like I have to find a new job.

And it's very difficult in a big city like this.

Before my brain let out smoke from thinking too hard.

I'd better cool it down.

I felt the mushaf, read it tartil until the drowsiness greeted and made the weight of the eyelids.

I put it slowly between the piles of my novels on the top of the dresser.

My wardrobe is only as high as my chest from readers know.

It was also worn out, so I coated it with wrapping paper to make it look neater and better at sight.

After a glass of warm water.

I put myself down, then tilted to the right.

Do not forget to pray before reading a sleep prayer.

But as bright as that smile, why suddenly appeared.

"Rojali does he remember me? "

"Eh, astagfirullah! "

"What the fuck, this, "

"Hush, hush, hush, "

I waved my hand in front of my face, trying to cast away the shadow of someone I didn't deserve to imagine.

"Because belom read kursyi kali verse yes, so disturbing the devil right? "

I closed my eyes again, muttering one of the verses in Suroh Al Baqoroh.

In another place, at the same time.

A young man in his 30s, with his shaggy hair in half pigtails.

He was coughing, in front of the burning stove.

Then he immediately approached the dining table and poured water into a glass.

Then swigged it up the toilet.

He could finally breathe a sigh of relief now.

"Who else is talking to me anyway? "

"Eat the ball, too, have me sprained, "

he murmured while scratching his head.

"Well, lonyot is my noodle, ah! "

pekiknya, immediately he turned off the stove, then looked at the instant food nanar that had been curly form, but now it was not too curly.

Who wants to laugh?

Cung feet, uh hands.

Sorry if the tip is crunch🤗

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