1 ROOF 2 QUEEN
Interviews

Some of these events may be the beginning of his luck. Fatin thinks positively and thinks well of God.

The brown envelope he was holding was a little tangled. But, it's okay. Fatin took care of him as best he could.

The girl continued walking towards the interview room. His heart did not stop to ponder.

Steps ceased. Astounded. So many people are walking in interviews today. Fatin came on the second day. Apparently there's still a lot.

Fatin took the queue card and came back surprised to see the queue number he received.

It's been an hour, but there's been no call.

Fatin always keeps a snack in his bag that is colorful yupi. To accompany his sense of boredom.

“Yeah god, I'll be in at what time?”

***

Finally the interview is over. Fatin had to wait for 3 hours because of the large number of people who signed up.

But, Fatin is not pessimistic. He remains optimistic and always thinks well for the results later.

Just a footstep up to the doorstep of this tall building–his phone is ringing.

Fatin reached into the cell phone that was stored in the bag. It was Fatih.

“Hallo, assalamualaikum. What's up, Bang?”

“Waalaikumussalam. Fatin want to take me to the bookstore? There are books to look for. I don't want to be alone there,” Sahut Fatih across there.

“Bby. Fatin just finished an interview. But ice cream treaties?” he nodded while chuckling small.

“Iya yes. I'll pick you up right now,”

The phone is dead.

But today's weather was pretty hot. The confused girl had to wait for Fatih where.

AHHH! Fatin knows where he has to wait.

The girl walked towards the front there. Social butterfly is a Fatin trait that is easily familiar to anyone. But, Fatin preferred to chat with people. Because in every conversation he always gets valuable lessons.

“Assalamualaikum, Mr,” greetings Fatin on the security guard who was standing guard at his post.

“Waalaikumsalam, Son,” said the father in a friendly manner.

“Sorry, Father. Can I wait for a friend here? You're out hot and don't know where to go,”

Enthusiastically. The security guard gave Fatin a plastic chair.

“By pleasure, Neng. Even the Father is happy. Father, so there's a friend,”

“It's okay. Sir?” Fatin feels bad.

“It's okay. Here come in,”

Fatin nodded and smiled. However, he was surprised. So many screens in this guard post. Looks like, it's a screen to monitor the cctv.

“Wah, cool. Do you feel dizzy looking at this many screens?” ask Fatin.

The security guard laughed a little. “No, I'm used to it. It should be now, Father, not to put just anyone in here. But it seems, Neng, a good person. So, it's okay,”.

Fatin landed his ass in the chair.

“Is. Don't always look at other people from outside, sir. How about I'm the real villain in disguise,”

“Cannot be. Girls' time as beautiful as this becomes a thief,”

Both of them laughed.

There are a lot of people out there and vehicles in and out. Fatin was silent for a moment, watching the person.

He will face it all, even while saying, O Allah, every day xixixi.

“Neng, just graduated college huh?” asked the security guard to wake Fatin from his daydream.

“Oh yes, Sir. I Just graduated yesterday.” Fatin replied while looking at the security guard.

“What majors? And, Neng, want to apply in which part?”

“I studied economics and business, Sir. I also applied in the secretary section,”

The security guard nodded.

“Neng, if you want to work. It is not just science and diplomas that are prepared. But also mentally. Because the world of work is very cruel,” said the security guard while sipping his black coffee.

Fatin nodded, listening to the words of the security guard.

“If I see the company of the times now is just horrified, Neng. Children today are less educated than parents. My days yesterday saw a boy who hacked the teacher. TErus I see also many cases of bully.”

“I mah to not finish thinking, Neng. How is their life in the future. still in school only there are already bad traces.”

“Usually, if such a child is not, lack of affection from parents and seek pleasure outside. I am so thankful that I have a good son. Son, Father, there are three and all of them are now boarding,”

Fatin didn't take his face off a bit from the security guard. He continued to listen well to the words of the father in front of him.

“Neng, should always be filial with parents huh? To live, Neng, will be successful. As bad as they are. They remain parents to be respected,”

The security guard kept talking. Fatin understood, because he worked alone and had no friends. When he arrived, the father kept talking.

“But, I don't have any parents, sir. I am an orphan,” replied Fatin who managed to make the middle-aged man surprised.

“Astagfirullah, Neng. Sorry, Father, yes?” the security guard became heartless.

“ It's okay, Sir. Anyway, dad, also don't know.”

“Sorry, Mr yes, Neng, once again,”

Fatin chuckles small. It's okay, sir. Just relax. It's been a long time and I've accepted that fate, sir. Father, don't worry,”

Because it's too comfortable to talk. Both of them were unaware that someone was watching the two from outside the post.

Fatih cleared quite hard. “Ehem!”

Hearing that, Fatin immediately turned his head. “Eh, since when did you arrive?” he said as he got up from the chair, and approached Fatih.

“I've been here a long time. Didn't you notice?” fatih's face looks bete.

“Sorry, Bang.”

Fatin reentered the post. Beworthy to the security guard.

“Bapak, I have someone to pick up. I want to say yes. Doain hope good work here. So, I could meet you again,” Fatin extended his hand and kissed your security guard's hand to say goodbye.

“Iya, Neng. Father, pray. May good things always accompany, Neng, yes?”

Fatin nodded. “Aamiin, Sir. Thank you for your prayer. Assalamualaikum,”

“Iya, Waalaikumsalam,”

Fatin immediately got on Fatih's bike and waved his hand at the security guard with a cheerful smile.

Well, chatting with the old man was fun. I got advice, and I got praise and prayers. Masayallah.

Now, both of them went to their destination, the bookstore.

“Abang, do you want to find what book?” ask Fatin in the silence.

“I want to find a book about the history of Islam. I haven't read the book in a long time,” said Fatih who slightly shouted for his interlocutors to hear on the sidelines of this crowded capital city streets.