The Primadona Malam

What Matters Halal

After traveling for about 45 minutes, Imas arrived at a simple house that looked disheveled. The wild grass began to rise. Ornamental plants that wither and partially dry out. Even the plastic was littered everywhere. The house looks dirty. Like not being inhabited.

Imas paid the fare. After that, he entered the courtyard of the house. For a moment, Imas spread his gaze. Both of his shoulders shuddered as he observed the more similar courtyard of the house called the landfill. I don't know what's on the pregnant woman's mind. However, a second later he again swung his footsteps towards the terrace.

Wh-tok-tok!

Imas knocked on the door of the green house whose color had faded. Not long after, the door of the house opened. It looked like a short-haired middle-aged woman who was already filled with gray hair.

"Jeez, Imas .. Mother's son! Ah, finally you came also to meet Mother," said the middle-aged woman while embracing the body of Imas. "Mother misses you, son," he added.

Imas only smiled wryly at the longing confession of his stepmother.

Cih, kangen from where? Hasn't that woman ever cared about me. Were it not for the father's orders, I would not have come to this house and pretended to be good in front of you, Inner Imas, looking at her stepmother.

"Which father, Mom?"

Instead of responding to the mother's longing, Imas even asked the whereabouts of his father.

"Hmm, where else would he be if not at the gambling table" replied Noor, his stepmother Imas.

"Yourf!"

Imas was breathing very roughly. Somehow he had to behave towards his father. I don't know why the old man was like he never had his hat. Although he has often been in and out of prison due to gambling. However, he still did such despicable deeds.

"Well, why didn't Mom forbid him from going back there?" grumble Imas, annoyed.

"Well, Mom, I'm glad your dad won. He could not deny your father. After all, even if it was forbidden, he must be angry and even reverse his words to Mother," Noor said, relaxing.

"Huh, same thing. Have parents who are all depraved!" sulk Imas increasingly looks upset.

Noor only smiled faintly in response to Imas' increasingly bent face.

"Oh yeah, where's the money you borrowed three months ago? Imas has been repeatedly billed with his subordinates Bos Engkong," said Imas, citing his reasons for coming to his parents' house.

"Mom has no money. You paid, you!" tell Noor, relax.

"Ish, Mother ... Imas also has no money," said Imas, annoyed. "It's been a dozen weeks of Imas paying interest. Long time the money of Imas run out too. I didn't see!" Show Amas to his hands and neck. "Imas Jewelry has also been ludes to cover the interest on Mother's debt as the father," he added.

Noor could only take a deep breath. A moment later, he threw out his breath quite harshly while staring intently at his stepson.

"Keep, what do you have to pay for? Wear leaves?" ketus Noor while melengos left his stepson.

Imas pursed his lips. He grumbled in annoyance. Finally, the swearing, slid free from the lips of Imas.

"Huh, really, yes ... have parents really, the hobby is difficult for children!" imas Mummings.

Not getting results, Imas decided to go home.

"It's just that I came all the way here. Just wasting money!" snorting Imas was getting irritated.

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Meanwhile, somewhere else.

"Excuse me, Sir! Is it true that there are job openings in this office?" magdalene asked one of the security guards on duty.

"Right, Neng," replied the security guard who, when viewed from his name tag, was named Ali. "Does This Neng-eneng want to apply for a job?" ask Ali.

Niram and Magdalene nodded.

"Then, then,. Neng just try to go inside and ask directly to the receptionist." Show Ali to the office lobby.

"alright, Sir. Thank you for the information," said Niram, bowing slightly.

"Together, Neng. Good luck" Ali said, giving support to the two women.

A moment later, Niram and Magdalena began climbing two steps to get into the lobby of a news agency that is quite famous in the city of Jakarta.

"Good morning, Ma'am. Can I help you?" ask a receptionist who is known from her sign, named Hana.

"Yes, Mother. I would like to inquire about the job vacancies in this office. "Is there still?" ask Niram, politely.

"Oh, of course there is, Ma'am. Do you intend to apply for a cleaning service position here?" ask Hana.

"What?! Cleaning service?" cry Magdalena.

Hannah and Niram heard Magdalene screaming. Suddenly surprised and looked in wonder at the girl who had a body that was quite contained.

"Yes, right. The position of the job vacancy here is indeed for cleaning service, Ma'am," Hana repeated, explaining.

"Emh .. wait a minute, ma'am. I asked permission for a moment, to talk about something important with my friend" Magdalene asked.

"Eh yes, please Ma'am!" answer Hana.

"Here, follow!" magdalena said as she pulled Niram out of the office.

With a confused face. Niram followed his best friend's footsteps outside the lobby.

"What the hell is it, Len?" asked Niram, astonished.

"No, I just want to know, it's a job vacancy here just for cleaning service, Ram?" ask Magdalena.

Niram nodded.

"God ... Yes, go home yuk!" take Magdalena again.

"Well, I'm going home, Len. We, 'will be applying for work, '" said Niram.

"Aish, you seriously want to be cleaning service?" ask Magdalena.

"What's the matter, Len? There is no harm either, 'kan if we work as a cleaner, '" said Niram.

"Emang is not wrong, but, that's a really low job, Ram. We can fall in our self-esteem if we work as office cleaners" said Magdalena. "Huh, how is it different from a maid!" ketus Magdalene.

"No pa-pa, Len. What matters is halal. After all, the high and low self-esteem of a person, not determined by a job he is doing. However, by our attitude and speech." said Niram. "Yes, come in yuk!" her child.

Magdalena just gawked to see Niram so eager to apply for a job even though only as a cleaning service.