You Forgot My Wife's Son
Chapter 3
"Bismillahhirahmanirahim..." Kartika stepped away, carrying a small bag strapped to her shoulder, carrying a map, and a complete self-identity. Kartika stopped public transport and went inside.
Arriving at the center of Industry, Kartika down from the angkot walk down the street, the net can not be separated from the signs on the edge of the road and read the writing of goods when there is a job vacancy.
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Three days later, he went around. However, Kartika has not got a job, but he never gave up, in the center of the Industry there are no vacancies, Kartika looked elsewhere the next day.
Until midday, his legs ache, he paused for a moment, his net was fixed to a sign that read. It takes a woman's labor. (DIANA BAKERY'S.) Kartika stopped her steps. A very large bakery does not seem to be just a store, maybe at the same time production.
Kartika smiled fluffy, she went inside and met the receptionist.
"Good day sir" said Kartika nodding her head.
"Come, how can I help you, Ma'am?"
"I was reading the writing in front, in this store requires employees yes sir"
"Oh yes, may I see your job application" said the receptionist then read the job application after it was submitted by Kartika. "Please enter the HRD room" the receptionist said.
Kartika rounded her shocked eyes. The reason, just handed over the application has been told to meet HRD. "Okay sir, thank you" Kartika headed for the room in the short HRD. After knocking and then being invited in, Kartika did not waste any more time meeting the man who was busy in front of the computer.
"Good day sir" Kartika stood in front of the person, still unaware of his presence.
"Perple" The man raised his head, until his handsome face was about 30 years old.
"Please sit down" the man said coldly.
Kartika nodded, then sat down in front of the athletic man.
HRD asked a few questions, interviewed Kartika. "You sure? want to work here, miss?"
"Remain Sir"
"But this work as bread production, not owned by most people, must be thorough and skillful"
"God willing, I can sir" replied Kartika eagerly. Any work for Kartika is no problem. He often makes cakes and bread to sell at home.
"Alright, starting tomorrow, you can directly train for seven days, if you qualify you can directly work." concluded HRD.
Kartika then went back out intending to go home. After stopping the transportation, the kartika sat crowded with other passengers.
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"How's Tik, still not getting a job?" ask Arumi when she gets home.
"Alhamdulillah Mbak, tomorrow I was called to training for seven days, pray smoothly Mbak" replied Kartika spirit.
"Aamiin. now we have lunch first yuk, call the children in the room" said Arumi.
"Okay Mbak" Kartika rushes to call Jenita and Anisa.
"Mother, have you met Dad?" jeni asked, every time her parents came home looking for a job.
"Not a pity, who is patient yes" Kartika cupped her hands holding her son's cheeks.
"Yes bun" Jeni said softly, harboring disappointment.
"Don't be sad Jen, there's me" Anisa comforted her cousin.
"True sister Nisa Jen, do not be sad continue, if you keep this up, mother sad" said Kartika.
"Sorry bun" said Jeni lowered her head, pitying her mother.
"Yes bude"
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The next day, Kartika prepared to work, to shorten the time, she ordered an online motorcycle taxi, not long after she arrived at work. Kartika then brought to the back of the store, it turns out that Kartika thought, this place is not an ordinary bakery. It was a large bread factory.
"You're a new employee, huh?" ask Nana the senior employee, who will test the new employee to produce bread.
"Yes mbak, introduce my name Kartika" Kartika shook hands after changing the uniform provided by the factory.
"Now come with me" Nana invited Kartika to the kitchen. Kartika looked at a middle-aged woman, who was briefing the baker. It turns out that woman was the production supervisor.
"Mom, this is a new employee coming in" Nana introduced Kartika. Kartika smiled kindly.
"Please join, you are part of making doughnut bread" said the supervisor in the nemtek bearing the name Yoyoh.
"Good ma'am" Kartika headed to the place of making bread, it turns out that the bread maker has its own duties every one product is made by two people.
"Well good bye" the baker passed to the toilet.
Not far from there there are senior employees who are jealous, why Kartika was only given the task of making an easy doughnut bread, but she got the hard part, which is making croisan.
"Wait for Ma'am" said a senior employee named Adelia.
"What's wrong, brother" Kartika who is ready for production is held.
"So sister Nana said to me, she changed her mind, you were assigned to make a croisan over there" lied Lia, smiling cunningly.
"Good Ma'am" without trepidation, Kartika moved position. Kartika with other colleagues produce croisan, and filled with taste farean to the taste.
"Loh, you're just traning Tika, notya had been given another task, making the most difficult and complicated croissants, if you fail, not extended later" said Nana at length.
"So-anu" Kartika wanted to answer, but Lia looked at him sharply. No other employee dared to answer. Because Lia employees who like to envy spiteful and ignorant. Clever tongue and turn back the facts.
"Alright Tika, you have given me a light task so that you can escape, but you make the wrong decision, we wait for the results tomorrow" said Nana.
"Good Ma'am" said Kartika this time a bit afraid as well, if it is not extended he will regret it will certainly be difficult again to get a job.
Hours passed, twelve hours of rest. "Tik we go to the cafeteria first yuk" asked Sekar a friend of the croisan making team earlier.
"Come" answered Kartika briefly, after taking the factory-provided lunch coupon, Kartika followed Sekar.
"Strong, why? how did Mbak Lia just change the task that has been given by Mbak Nana?" tika asked when she arrived at the cafeteria.
"That's so Tik, isn't it I want a gibbah. But. We have always succumbed to him" said Sekar. "Yes already.. I exchange coupons first yes Tik" added Sekar, then bring two coupons all Kartika's brought ngantri.
While waiting for Sekar Antri lunch, Kartika rushed to take Air Wudhu utilizing the rest time is only a little. Kartika entered the Dzuhur prayer hall.
After the prayer, Kartika fold the mukena return to its original place. Kartika came out with another employee. Until the page mushola netraya addressed to a session that is not foreign to him. Mas Angga's. Kartika gasped, was it really her husband Angga, whom she had been looking for all this time? Kartika then walked quickly to the man who resembled her husband, either true Angga, or just hallucinating.
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"Assynoltom... Alhamdulillah.
I wrote this story, I took it from a true story, I wrote it as he wrote in his daily book.
"But I permission loh.... the same source, not only please hehehe 🤣🤣🤣 actually I was lazy to write, but so read the story of my school friends when I returned home yesterday, I want to write again"
Hopefully someone reads if not bukangetan🤣🤣🤣.
