The Ojek That's My Soul

Heyna or Crocodile butts??

Yuhuuu... alohaaa.... !

Brothers dear readers.

Authors who have inspired, so that I am just a free reader is trying to follow in your footsteps.

Spilling into the bow becomes a trail of writing. I do not promise a fun or cool story like hundreds of novels that I have been watching.

I just try to pour what is in my mind into a story that hopefully good to read and thankfully can be taken hikmah🤭

Yes ampuun, forgive to my gajean this yaa🤗 🌺

🍄Slightly confided again, I have always been readers who have never been stingy with likes, gifts and comments in every story I read.

I wish I got the same treatment🤗🤗

Readers:"Udeh ngoceh nye🧐"

Author:"Hehehe, udeh, suerr!!"

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After the coffee, Dad switched to clean his bike, the plan tomorrow will be used Dad went to work.

In the next village, again building orphanages and dhuafa foundations, Dad was invited by foreman Husen, next door neighbor to the house for help, staying in finishing anyway he said.

"Dad you still strong building work Well? "

many doubt.

Not have the heart to squirm, although Dad still looks dashing in his middle age, but it is not appropriate for heavy work.

" I just help you cook the ceiling Kak,"

father replied with a smile that calmed me.

"Just help, said the Husen,"

"Lumayan his hired brother,"

he said again while tidying up his rather saggy bike chain, and lubricating it with chain lubricant.

"Yes already if you still can, but do not be forced Yes Well,"

My message, I'm afraid Dad forced himself and ended up getting sick again.

"Yes, that's a bad-ass botoh!"

"Dad's still up, calm down, aje ye,"

"Dad promise, will not be maxain work until make Daddy sick again,"

He said as he approached me and then stamped my nose.

"Yeahhh... akhatt...! "

I scream spoiled while stroking my nose.

"Liar Came Kak, "

"Hehehe... hahaha...!"

Dad's laugh was so loose.

I saw my nose blushing because of it.

"Ishh, what's a bad brother's dream?"

"Pake made everything? "

my murmur is still in a spoiled style.

Although outside the house I am an independent woman, but when I am at home I will be a sweet and spoiled child with my parents.

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A few days later.

I'm back in my routine at the factory.

Today it looks like it will be busy because we are packing team will deposit pallet.

Hopefully this month my line can reach the target.

The head of my line squad told me to the warehouse, I took one of my friends, because we're going to take some small and big dus kodi.

I dragged the handlift to carry the goods.

It is common for women who work in factories to be able to do what is usually also done by male workers.

Every day we were rolling, sometimes I sat in front of the machine to put lotion or cleaning liquid, or perfume oil into the packaging.

Sometimes just stick stickers or manual production barcodes on the packaging.

Sometimes participate unloading pallet when the child warehouse unloading cargo.

So my work is not always in a room with\_ AC, but also sometimes plunge into the field with a pile of large boxes and container cars.

Is this what is called a multifunctional worker, I don't know?

Sometimes my little heart complained about this, and wanted to be in a more comfortable part like Nur and Sumi's desk line.

The two of them could sit sweetly just putting lipstick and lip balm into little boxes.

Instead of being unemployed, SMU graduates like me can work well.

Eight months I have worked in this factory, because I often go in and out of the warehouse and unloading pallets, I know quite a lot of male workers.

In the warehouse section of goods inventory, loading and unloading parts and production machine parts.

I am one of the children who are so cute and easy to blend anywhere.

I have never been prestigious and tried not to complain about doing work that belongs to this heavy category.

Sometimes I laugh at my fate, just imagine, the company requires all female workers to wear blues shirts and remple skirts, but sometimes the work they do is flexible work, flexible work, like my friend and I do now.

Being in the warehouse of goods inventory, in front of a pile of thousands of various types of dus. For some types of products produced by cosmetic companies where I scavenge this rezeky.

After signing, and getting directions from the warehouse guards, we started to lift up the pile.

From small dus to big dus, and arrange it on the handle that I brought earlier.


I'm the interesting part and my friend the pushing part.

You can imagine us carrying a few piles of dus on top of that thing and bringing it up to our room.

Well, it's a good distance, about six hundred meters from the warehouse.

Sometimes there are some men who offer their services as they are today.

"Hey girls!"

"Okay, mawewe mighty ieu tea."

"Here or Aa' help her', "

"Kasian later nails her on blisters. "

Asep son forklift offers his help with a smile three fingers like a model magazine slang only.

"Don't Kang thank you, this is our job," Refuse me subtly by continuing our steps.

"No matter what or Neng, Aa' tea no more work,"

Here hayu assholes, let's help, this weight,"

the rayunya again while about to take over the handlift from me.

"Right Kang, this is not heavy, the proof is that we are strong, is not Min? "

ask a friend behind me who is still in a position to push.

He also smiled a little while nodding.

"Yes already Kang, we'll excuse you for waiting for the same chairman of the line."

We also immediately moved because I had to immediately install barcodes on these boxes.

We're almost there.

And the person I avoided the most was staring at me with his grin and his arms crossed in front of his chest.

He was standing right at the entrance of our desk line.

(What else do you want, butts do not know shame and do not know themselves?

Pake masang serem face anyway, plus-nambahin heavy burden in my life is just this astral creature.

Want to pretend not to see, but he's in front of the eyes, where to use the road again.

Want to let alone him?)my grouse is in my heart,

"Catian is beautiful, you should be sitting sweet in a cool room. "

With his heyna grin, the stumpy crocodile spoke to me.

(Eh, he's a crocodile what is heyna anyway? )

While walking up to me, his hand now he put it in his pants pocket.

(Ck, you want what the hell, all nyamperin cake?

Go there!

Huss

Hus)

I want to really ngusir this guy.

"The pretty girl should be smart too, in a nice place and rejected,"

with her sarcastic words she passed

while glancing cynically at me.

(It is precisely a stupid girl, who wants to be clad with a stumped crocodile.)

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