
I was advised to buy a cell phone by Nita. I decided to buy a cell phone. Although only second and old-school hp and the price is not up to 300 thousand, understand the person said his name is mobile phone ceninit. Because my savings were drained to pay off all my school fees. Not what is important can still be used, later if I have worked I will buy a better phone.
I decided to find a boarding house after a job interview with Nita. Indeed looking for a job is not easy, especially limited employment but who want to work a lot. So friends themselves can be rivals I thought. But I think positively, friends also bring blessings in our lives
The motor stopped in front of the third-floor house, and was emblazoned with the words "Hire a room and Receive the cost of PRINCESS". I knew right away that must be the cost told by Nita.
"Let's get in, see if it fits" explains Nita.
"Eh. yes" I replied as I got off the bike.
There is a middle-aged mother who sits at home while playing mobile phone. She is beautiful despite her age, her body is a bit fat but her people are average height Indonesian people.
"Siang Ma'am." said Nita to the mother.
"Yes, noon too" he said.
"You ask Mom can see the cost of boarding yes no ma'am." explained Nita.
" Oh, yes, let's go "get him.
"I'm Nita Bu and this is my image" explained Nita.
"Yes I'm marcha" she replied as she reached out to Nita and me.
We entered the room of the house, in the living room there was a sofa set and a large television at the end of the room.I thought I was like a cinema, and many mbak mbak who watch television and soap operas.
we continued to the third floor, and there was room number 31 32 33 34 and we stopped in front of door number 35. Maretha's mother took the key in her pocket and opened the door, this room is still empty and the left has been rented, and the right room is still empty until room number 40.
"Yes ma'am how many months" asked Nita.
"oh....." I nodded my head while looking at his room.
"That's what the room is" asked Nita again.
"deck room" said mbak marcha again.
I discussed with Nita, then we only pay 125 per month if both roommates. We finally agreed and took the room and we paid for our job interview.
Finally we go home and hope that our fortune will be many and blessings. The most important thing is that we are accepted for work first. The motor drove home, Nita returned to concentration again driving his motorbike. I prayed in my heart "God is good, surely me and Nita are given more sustenance for this work"
At home Nita went straight home, and I found Ashar and Bu Rita still praying. I slowly entered the house, Ms. Rita turned her head to say hello to finished praying.
"The image has gone home" asked Ms. Rita.
"Yes Ma'am.." I said.
"The interview is how smooth" he asked again.
"Surf Ma'am,,,," I said.
I went to the room, I thought about Ms. Rita if I'd gone to work in the city.
Bu Rita's figure, the dream mother. To me he was a good man, although all the neighbors sneered at him almost every day. I've heard that Bu Rita's husband died because of it, but Bu Rita is reluctant to tell her what happened. Friendly, meek, full of love, understanding, just a dream mother for me.
I pray that Miss Rita will find her true happiness.