The Story of Sigma Men
26. First day of work
This is the first day of work. He became an office boy in one of the conventional banks. At half-time he was ready.
Uzlah dressed neatly and politely with a white shirt and black basic pants. He shook his mother's soft hands.
“Assalamu’alaikum,” greetings Uzlah.
“Wa’alaikumussalam. Be careful, son. Her diligent work.”
Tancap gas. He sped at sixty kilometers per hour, straight from Plaju. No more than a kilometer, he reached the red light.
At the intersection is the Al-Fathul Akbar Mosque. He often prayed Friday there with Zahid. The mosque is only square in shape, covering an area of approximately one thousand and five hundred square meters.
I found it to be north of the red light. There is a train station, while to the west of the red light there Jakabaring area, where the SEA GAMES 2011, Islamic Solidarity Games 2013, and ASIAN GAMES 2018 took place.
Jakabaring is a center of sports facilities. There stands the magnificent Gelora Sriwijaya which is also the headquarters of Laskar Wong Kito, Sriwijaya FC. More than that, Jakabaring is also a tourist center for Palembang residents.
In the Gelora Jakabaring area there is a fairly large lake. There are lots of trees and parks. Very beautiful.
Many young people spend their time to enjoy the natural panorama full of aesthetic value.
There is often also a family vacationing there, enjoying the afternoon with loved ones.
The city of Palembang is divided into two parts separated by the Musi River, namely Seberang Ilir and Seberang Ulu.
Plaju, Kertapati, Jakabaring, and Ampera are areas across Ulu. While Seberang Ilir is an urban area, not a settlement as in the Seberang Ulu area.
There are many government offices, such as the office of the Mayor, Governor, and many offices of the Agency.
In Seberag Ilir many shopping centers, there is Sixteen Ilir Market that is familiar to the citizens of Wong Kito, there is Cinde Market, Sekanak Market, and Lemabang Market.
Likewise with modern malls, such as International Plaza, Palembang Indah Mal, Palembang Square, Palembang Trade Center, and also other supermarkets. Seberang Ilir area is considered more advanced and good than the area of Seberang Ulu, since the time of the Kingdom of Srivijaya to the Sultanate of Palembang, and since the colonial era until now.
From the red light, turn to the right. Before arriving at the Ampera bridge, Uzlah was hit by traffic jams.
Hours of work and school have slowed down the road to work. Once the vehicle berjubel who want to go to the area Seberang Ilir.
Indeed, workplaces and various offices and companies there are many in the Seberang Ilir area.
Seven hours less five minutes is a jam for the streets in the busy city of Palembang. The Ampera Bridge is full.
The morning air is polluted by vehicle fumes. Carbon monoxide becomes a chest-stifling toxin. The dust that was blown by the wind made the motorcycle users close their noses.
Car glass blackens because of the carbon content in dust impurities.
Air pollution destroys coolness.
The jammed road just above the Ampera Bridge spawned grunts and chirps from road users.
After ten minutes of being stuck in traffic, Uzlah continued his journey. He reached the Roundabout of the Great Mosque of Palembang, then surrounded it one hundred and eighty degrees, continuing on a straight track along Sudirman Street.
On the outskirts are lined shophouses that provide books, clothes, shoes, watches, sports equipment and accessories, and others.
Along Jalan Sudirman there are shophouses that sell food that is very popular with the people of Wong Kito.
The food is martabak HAR, taken from the name of a person who is very identical with the food that the curry sauce is from: Haji Abdul Rozak.
That morning Wong Palembang was busy each with his routine. Seen from their hardworking faces, full of passion and high enthusiasm.
Arriving at the red light intersection of Charitas Hospital, Uzlah turned towards nine o'clock, right on A street. Rivai, the place where many upright Conventional Banks stand.
Managing money and interest savings. Understand the rupiah exchange rate. Wrestling in the economy.
Busy with curves going up and down. Finding loyal customers in investment. Intention to seek profit.
After seven hours past twenty-five minutes for office hours Uzlah finally arrived at BII. He parked his bike, then got into work.
Uzlah walk leisurely through the General Section office on the ground floor. He's headed for the elevator door. Not having time to press the button, he was called by the Head of the General Section, the person who interviewed him yesterday.
He is a big-bodied Mr. Dedi Sugiawan, very unsuitable to perform in featherweight boxing. His lips rarely smile, his face always looks like he wants to beat people, and his stomach is distended because of a hobby of eating.
Uzlah was glued to look at the face of Mr. Dedi who was sad. For a moment he aimed at the neck strangled by the tight tie.
He was worried that he would be scolded. He said inwardly, “Ohh. First day of work..”.
***
The sun pounced on the morning dew. The fir that was lined up around the campus felt its rays. The leaves and grass danced because of the roar of the wind. The atmosphere of the campus with all the stories about the world will not be swallowed up by time. They began to rush into their respective classrooms.
“It turns out they left much earlier than I.” An inaudible voice crept in Zahid's mind. “I thought I was the first to get into class. What an incredible student antusism here.”
Zahid sat in the middle seat.
Soon after, Girang entered the classroom with his whistling.
“Fhhiiuuu.. fhhhuuuu Girang approached Zahid who was reading the lecture schedule sheet.
“Hey, Friend! Habitat in the back. In that corner. Why are you sitting here?”
Zahid was busy with his reading. He doesn't seem to care about girang bullshit.
Girang held Zahid's shoulders with familiarity as if he had been friends for two years and a month, but only knew two days less.
“Come Friends! Let's just sit in the back. There are still many issues we have to talk about.”
Zahid petrified, cuek, and plastered a face full of boredom. He thought the talk of the Girang was just the wind then, like a flake of dust floating due to a small vibration.
“This is a friend?”
“Looks like I have to be alone today. Yep. May it be today. Dude, you seem to be depressed again, huh? Are you having any more problems? Your face is sour when felt. What are you thinking?” girang said mockingly.
Zahid straightened his shoulders and sighed. With his eyebrows swooping down he said, “There is or is not you, it will not affect my life. So, just take care of your business!”
“Ha ha ha. Don't be so serious, Zahid. Isn't life just a joke?”
“Stupid you are! That's why you don't play games. It's there! Don't bother me!” snapped Zahid a little angry.
Girang left Zahid and headed for the back seat and the corner. Sitting with his solitude.
The seat next to him was empty. He went down after hearing Zahid's words that looked very serious.
Five minutes later, a woman who had been targeted by the men of one class, except two: Zahid, and Yanto who was a bit bad in that class.
Susan with her beautiful face stepped her feet with ayu. Pinched nose. What a beautiful and charming.
If he speaks his voice is full of shahdu. Rona's face had hypnotized twenty-eight of the thirty men, including Sharif who had been since Ospek had been lured to Susan.
Sharif had booked with DP a love letter and a bar of chocolate.
Susan came closer to the chair that as long as day had been the cornerstone of her sex butt. However, he saw that his power had been taken by someone, his residence had been taken away.
He approached the man who was sitting upright with a blank look.
“Excuse me, this is my chair.” Susan said softly.
Zahid. He just aimed at the direction of the blackboard that not a single letter and number were hanging there.
Girang then watched Susan from the moment she entered the classroom until she stood in front of Zahid.
“Woah! Sweetness. If I had a face as handsome as Zahid, of course I would have courted the Angel of the Technique,” said Girang in heart with a face full of hope.
“Sorry, this is my chair. So please step aside!” susan said again.
The man who was one hundred and seventy-three centimeters tall was silent. He doesn't seem to know the name language.
He was busy moving the tongue in his mouth so that a lump appeared on his left cheek. With his silent and cold attitude he seemed to not care about the prima donna of class talk.
Meanwhile, the other students were busy looking at the momentum. They saw a very charming portrait of Susan. Not behind Syarif, he was also busy paying close attention to the event.
It's natural! His approach to Susan was in its second week. He felt he had the upper hand, very optimistic that Susan would be joined in his embrace.
Susan with her long hair had blinded her heart. That's his goal of wanting to be a class leader, he wants to be free to act, wants to have a certain reputation and position so that he can get what he wants, including getting his love Susan.
Susan took a breath. “Aaagghhhrrr... come on step aside!” susan was angry.
Zahid was still silent, except for his heart that said, “Huft. What else is this? Woman... woman...”.
Girang who sat in the corner was busy leaning his body. “May Zahid remain seated there. Let Susan sit in the back, right next to me. Oh Zahid, you are my best friend. Your plan worked, man! Susan... Susan...! Come here, my bidadar. Come here!” said.
Susan's upset that Zahid can't care.
“Hei! You hear what not?”
“Hemm. Yes, I heard.” replied Zahid slowly.
“Well. Let's get out of the way! You're sitting in the chair I sat in yesterday. Don't make me get upset!
“Lantas?”
“Aaagghhhrrr... You are this!
Sharif stood up from his seat.
“Hey you! Yesterday you sat in the back, right? So, why did you take someone else's seat?” sharif shouted with Zahid pointed.
Zahid. All the students were busy watching. There were among those who commented, “Our chances of getting Susan are getting narrower. Looky! One very handsome guy. The other one, though ugly, but he's the chief here. We have to compete with them. Destroying our hope."
“Ha ha ha. Right,” answer the others.
PLAAKKK !!!
Suddenly Zahid jerked his right hand on the writing desk of his chair. The loud stomping vibration left no sound from the class occupants, wrapping around the mouths of the students.
The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds. They were silent except Sharif. He stood up to the front of the class loudly. He felt his duty as a leader was trampled upon.
“What the fuck are you?! Early in the morning made a scene. Come quickly there move to the back seat!”
The beat of Zahid and the snapping of Sharif became a perfect heat delivery medium, let's say he was iron, the heat flowed without obstructions, until the atmosphere was getting runny. The situation grew even more intense after the sound of the shock was heard again.
THE PLAAKKK!!!
Zahid stood up from his seat.
“Why? You're not happy that your angel is agitated? Are you jealous to see your sweet angel taken by someone else? Huh! You're standing up there because of this guy, right? You're the chairman, so you've been feeling great!” snapped Zahid huffed.
The class atmosphere became more chaotic. Susan immediately walked by stomping her shoes to the floor.
She's pissed. His silence fused with crying. Her eyes are red. A moment later a drop of water plunged into her delicate cheeks. He sobs softly.
“After this lecture hour meet me in the back canteen!” challenge Sharif out loud.
“Oke.” reply Zahid.
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