The Primadona Malam

Interviews

Niram down the small alley. Every now and then he lowered his head as he still felt unfamiliar in this place. Dozens of pairs of eyes were on the move around the alley, staring in wonder at Niram. It has been more than a week that Niram has lived in this city. However, he never left the house at all. Therefore, the surrounding residents could only look at the hooded girl while frowning their eyebrows.

Out of the alley, Niram started walking down the sidewalk. There are many tall buildings across the street. Niram also began to venture to cross the capital highway.

"I'll try to find a job somewhere nearby first. If there were none, I would slowly look for it somewhere a bit far away" Niram murmured.

After walking for several hundred meters. Niram saw a notice board that read 'There's a Vacancy'. Niram smiled faintly. He again said the basmalah before swinging his footsteps into the office building.

"Excuse me, sir!" greet Niram to a security guard who is standing guard in front of the office which has a 25-story floor.

"Yes. What's up, Deck?" asked the security guard who saw from his name tag named Mukhsin.

"My name is Niram" said Niram, introducing himself, "emh .. I would like to inquire about the notice board there." Point Niram at the board in front of the office building.

"Continue?" ask the security guard, without further ado.

"A-is the job still valid?" niram asked a little hesitantly after hearing the stiff voice of the security guard.

"Don't you see the hordes of people there?" mukhsin asked, pointing out that a group of people of different types were gathering next to the building.

"Yes, Sir. I saw it," answered Niram, "who are they, sir?" Niram asked again.

"They are the people who want to apply for jobs here. Like you, too" replied Mukhsin.

"That much?" niram said, surprised.

"Yes. If you are interested in trying to apply for a job in this office, go and get in line!" mukhsin's orders.

For a moment, Niram was only stunned to see dozens or maybe even hundreds of people gathered and made some strongholds. But it has come too. There was no harm in Niram trying to apply for the job, he thought.

A moment later, Niram looked back at Mukhsin to thank him. After saying goodbye to the security guard, Niram also stepped foot closer to a group of people who seemed busy with their respective activities.

Niram saw rows of plastic chairs that had mostly filled candidate applicants. However, there were also among those suitors who crouched down while gathering into small circles.

Niram is not a girl who is too good at adapting. Therefore, he was just sitting on an empty chair at the very back.

"You're going to bed, too, brother?" ask a security guard who is in charge of keeping the applicants conducive.

"Yes, sir," replied Niram.

"Finely, Brother left CV Adik first at the front desk before the time is closed" the security guard advised.

"Good, Sir. Thank you for the information" replied Niram.

Shortly afterwards, Niram swung his steps towards a table that was displayed in front of the side door of this office. When he finished, Niram returned to the place.

Niram sat in the waiting chair. Occasionally she justifies her veil and pulls her slightly raised skirt up to reveal a smooth, white calf. Niram forgot, he was not wearing socks as usual so rushed out of the house.

Niram spread his gaze. So many beautiful girls have a wide variety of hairstyles and outfits. Looks very fashionable, inversely proportional to her so modest self.

Hmm, even though she felt unfamiliar in the crowd of beautiful girls in thick make-up, but she should not feel inferior. He must be able to prove if he is able to survive in this metropolitan city.

"You want to apply for a job too?" ask a tall beautiful girl with her long hair that is scattered and only decorated with flower-shaped hair clips on the front edge.

Niram turned to the girl sitting beside him. His age might not be much different from his. It's just that, the natural makeup she wears, makes her look a little more mature than Niram.

"Eh, i-yes, Ma'am. Sa-I want to try proposing here," replied Niram, a little nervous.

"Niram," Niram replied briefly as he received the girl's helping hand.

"OK, Niram. From now on we are friends" Magdalene shook Niram's hand.

Niram nodded and smiled. "Friends," he repeated.

They also laughed together.

"Oh yes, Nir. Have you been in the hijab for a long time?" ask Lena.

"Lumayan, anyway. Since I was Junior High, replied Niram.

"Oh. But, Nir ... shouldn't you just take off your hijab?" said Lena.

Niram knitted his eyebrows together when he heard Lena's words. Ish, why is it possible, Lena said that? inner Niram.

Seeing Niram who just silently responded to his words, Lena realized immediately that she had hurt the feelings of her new friend.

"Sorry, Nir. You must be offended by what I said, huh?" said Lena.

"It's okay, Len. I'm just surprised to hear your advice," Niram said.

"Actually, I don't mean to interfere or comment on the way you dress. All of your rights. But in a big city like this, appearance was always the main judgment. Each company will assess the appearance first before the skill. Yes ... although not all companies in this city like that. Most of them are just average like that. Especially big companies," Lena said trying to explain the reason she advised Niram to open the veil.

Not wanting to get the title of a bad friend, Niram listened to the words of a friend he had just known. Although in his heart he was determined strongly if the path he chose, was the best path for him.

The time is 09:00. One by one, the participants were called to enter the HRD room. Not to be missed with Niram. Even though he was the last suitor. However, this office is still fair to call all the names listed on the incoming CV.

Niram opened the door of the HRD room. Everyone looked surprised as soon as Niram gushed his head from behind the door. There was a little smile amused to see the behavior of Niram who thought it was funny. However, there are also those who put up a wry face because they feel unappreciated and considered unimportant in interviewing applicants.

"Come in!" the command of the person who feels unappreciated.

Niram nodded. A moment later, he entered the room. But not sitting. Niram instead stood in front of the staff who were going to interview him.

"Sit down!" orders a woman who has aged, but looks fresh.

"Thank you, ma'am," Niram replied, pulling up a chair and sitting on it.

"Niram Kirana." Read the woman on the CV that Niram submitted to this company. "Is that really your name?" continued.

"Right, Mom," replied Niram, sternly.

For a moment, the woman reviewed CV Niram. Likewise with two male staff who looked at the file attachment as supporting Niram's proposal.

"Your performance score is pretty good, Niram. But you, will know if the current position, it is a position whose minimum level of education is D3" said the woman.

Niram could only slightly bow his head, because indeed he did not read the other requirements that had been determined by the company.

"But if you look at your educational history. You seem to be a pretty smart person. Therefore, we want to give you one chance to join our company. It's just ...."

The female staff felt it was unbearable to say anything to Niram. Honestly, among the many applicants, only Niram has a good graduation score. Even above average. If it is maintained and directed properly. So Niram is very suitable with the job vacancies here. However, Niram's appearance had tarnished the perfect value that had been bestowed upon him.

"What's all, Mom?" asked Niram curiously.

"You have to take off your veil."