The Unconsidered Bungsu

Chapter 67 Job Search

A few months later Raka graduated from her D2 college. He also began looking for job info via the internet or his acquaintances.

" Where do you plan to work ?" I asked him when he asked me out and we sat in the city park.

" If there is any vacancy info I am ready, as an important stepping stone do not be unemployed." Raka expressed her wish.

" Patience, if we try there must be a way out" I said to give him encouragement. By 10:00 we were out of the park. Raka took me and went straight home.

After Raka's mother asked me," Raka has gotten a job yet, Aira ? "

" Not yet, Mom." I answered casually while walking to the room.

" If you can not be late idle, then even kebablasan continue to be lazy to find work." Mom gave advice. But maybe also worried.

" No Ma'am, Raka is not that type. The proof when he was in college he also sold." I also convinced mom because Raka her soul likes to work hard. Besides being loving to the family.

" Let's hope your estimate is correct. I don't want you to have an unemployed girlfriend, especially until marriage. Your father alone since not teaching anymore pensions are not enough let alone the unemployed," Mother even brought father.

Poor dad is always underestimated by mom. Though the time is still healthy father also teaches and has part-time. I know from Mbak Tika and mbak Rina who told me when they were kids.

" Yes Ma'am, but Raka has just graduated from college this month and she also sells clothes. So not completely unemployed. I don't want to have an unemployed boyfriend either." I told my mother not to worry too much.

" Who sells clothes is Raka or his uncle ?" ask mom later.

" Said Raka it was a stall belonging to her uncle. Raka only occupies temporarily because his uncle has other businesses outside the city. Then when his uncle came home his stall was asked again. Because Raka still has some merchandise then he entrust it with his uncle, Sometimes if the holiday he also participated in selling. " I also explained what Raka had told me. Mother nodded too.

Days change, but Raka has not found a job. This afternoon he came home with a pack in a black plastic bag.

" Take what !" chirping. He put it on the table and sat down on the long sofa. I sat next to him.

" It's the same shirt guy, maybe dad just as Joni likes." Raka said as she opened the package.

" You mean, want to offer what kind of trading," I asked confused. Raka let out a breath.

" Not trading nawarin, rather I gave clothes for father same Joni mas. This is the rest of my merchandise, because I just share a little. I love the other brothers too." Raka explained the point.

" But why is it being distributed, instead of saying you were being entrusted to your uncle at the kiosk." I asked again. My feelings say there's something, but hopefully there's nothing.

" Yes, but yesterday the fasting month has been practiced a lot. It's just a few, it's not good for my uncle, so I'll take it."

" Why don't you buy it to him, count him for cheap trading, you also don't think about selling it anywhere." I made a comment.

" It is, but he does not want it all. He just picked some that he fit in and the rest I brought. I took the 4 pieces that were best for dad and Joni's mash maybe they liked."

" But you can offer to your friends to be money, do not even share it for free. You can make money again."

" It's okay, this is also the rest of just a few pieces that have become a lot of money, some I save. I once gave a bonus to my brother. Make your family too even if not how." Raka assured me. I actually feel sorry but he looks happy.

" Yes, then I call mom Nia first" I said, standing up and entering.

Coincidentally again on watching TV, I just say the same mother and mother Nia. Dad is still in the mosque, while Joni's mas hasn't come home either.

" Buk, Ma'am, that's Raka bring clothes for dad and Joni. He said the rest of the sale, maybe like it," I cried and invited them out.

" What clothes, look ! " chirps mbak Nia and mother together. They went out to meet Raka.

" What is Raka, Aira said you brought clothes for me. " Mom is sitting on the couch. Raka held out the shirt and t-shirt she had taken out of the plastic bag on her mother.

Mbak Nia accepted it while being turned back. " Yes that's good. Thank you Raka, later I love Joni mas," he told Raka.

" Same Ma'am, but sorry this is just the rest of the merchandise. Can't buy a good one yet." Raka cupped both hands.

" It doesn't matter if it's good, but why it's shared. No longer selling ? " ask mom chimed. I was so worried, don't let mom interrogate Raka.

" No ma'am, I want to focus on finding work. Not good with uncle." Raka gave an excuse.

It seems, mother is not satisfied with Raka's answer but Mbak Nia immediately invited her in. Huuf ! Safe.

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" That's Raka why the merchandise was even distributed, yesterday you said he was still selling. Did you get a job ? " ask my mother after breakfast. We chatted in front, Sri was washing dishes in the kitchen.

" Don't know Ma'am, Raka has said that she wants to focus on finding a career so no longer take care of clothes. Which is given to the man for leftover merchandise, rather than counting alms. Raka said there are also a few pieces." I explained everything to my mother so I wouldn't ask her again.

" Well, if he no longer has trade, how can he have money if not selling ? " Mom's still looking for me.

" Said partly bought by his uncle and Raka also still have savings. I'll see you later, try asking again." I went into the kitchen, lazy to argue with my mother.

If it's a matter of matter, mother is always sensitive. When Raka was in college and selling clothes, she seemed excited if she came. But once Raka graduated and has not been able to work, every home is always interrogated. Mother is also not friendly anymore as before, just a pleasantries if Raka says hello. Fortunately I was still being nice to Raka.

In the afternoon after the Ashar Raka prayer appeared. Not to forget he greeted mother and mother Sri. Then take me to sit on the terrace of the shop.

" So I sent a proposal at a mineral water plant. My cousin's brother had a neighbor who worked at the factory and then he said there was a vacancy there. He told me to make a proposal and then leave it to his neighbor earlier. Her name is Evi." Raka delivered the good news, I'm relieved.

" Bismillah, I pray that you will be accepted at the factory" I said with a smile to encourage him.

" Aamiin's. I did expect a lot from Evi, my sister also told him to try to make me acceptable." Raka cupped her palm and closed her eyes as if she was praying.

" Oh yeah, there's more I want to say. Grandma told me to go to Surabaya, where I know you're there looking for a job for me." Degh ! I immediately glared and shut my mouth holding my voice.

" Whataa ? You want to go to Surabaya and leave me. Not that you just said you applied for a job here, why go all the way." My eyes glazed.

" The grandmother who told me not to resist, the parents also supported me. I'm not sure if I'll be accepted or not at the mineral water plant. So while waiting I better go to my old place in Surabaya than here hanging. I'm also ashamed of my stiff family." Raka held my hand.

I started sobbing. I can't imagine being far away from him. Almost a year I was always with him, even almost separated because he had doubts and looking for another girl. But he finally chose me and wanted to be serious with me.

" Hey cry, I didn't go far. Surabaya is still on the island of Java, not nyebrang sea also kaleeee," always comforting me. I laughed for a moment, but I was still sad.

" What if I miss later ? " manyu sulking. Raka stroked my hair and then my cheek. He held it to my chin. " Aira is beautiful, you forget now the era of smartphones. We can videocall if we miss." He pinched my chin before releasing it.

" But lest you be tempted by another girl, like that time." I bent my face and blotted my lips.

" Yes, it's not, here there is already a beautiful and cute, the time to be smitten with each other. So pray that I will be accepted to the mineral water factory so that I do not need to work in Surabaya."

" I always say, if I pray every time I say for your success." I looked at him gently and smiled.

" Airaaa ! Finish the job for the afternoon hunt first," exclaimed the mother from inside. Me and Raka rushed in.

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