Asiyah End Times
The Cita the Assistant

The news about Cita who got a full scholarship at a college by the High School where He attended school, finally reached Father and Mother.

Breath snuffling. Hhhhh.. The long skinny footsteps hurriedly set their footprints. Runs. Mature sapodilla skin that is used to sunburn, freeing freely in absorbing the hot light. Cita is impatient again.

From the headmaster's room, when the happy news was received directly in front of his eyes, Cita could not control the solemnity of the shadow of how the reaction of his beloved parents, when getting this happy news.

"Emaaaflame.. Patahakk.." cried Cita. His distinctive voice sounded as wide as a tea garden. Echoing waves of green color equaled the surrounding environment. From a distance Cita looked for the direction where the two paradise was located. Turn his head.

The tea leaf pickers were still very crowded at that time. Because it's still early morning, 10:10. The sun had not yet reached the height of his anger.

I came home with a happy face. Nope. Not happy. Except very happy. The aura of joy and happiness that he brought home instantly rubbed off on anyone who saw him.

This morning the level of almsgiving smile by the Thought that it spread, instantly increased. Sharing a sweet smile to everyone since school. Gathering rewards through the cracks of happiness that radiated from her sweet black face.

Mom instantly turned her gaze. The distinctive voice of her eldest daughter who did not doubt her conjecture. Yes it must be the voice of Cita, thought Mother every time she heard it.

"Yeah Naakk.. Citaaa don't run around, fight Naakk, the slippery path," cried Emak from the lush tea leaves that incubate it.

While the Father, running around to Cita, immediately heard the cry of the eldest girl.

"Bapaaakk.." cried Cita again immediately saw the emergence of the Father from behind the boxes of green plants.

Cita approached the Father who had been waiting for him in the middle of the vastness of the plantation.

"Paakkk, thank God Sir, Cita can scholarship to college, said the headmaster, all the tuition costs Cita is borne by the father of the principal Pak, Cita just study diligently, Cita, keep everything in order, sir," without pause, Cita said. Breathing no longer. All that remains is a burning spirit.

"Alhamdulillah Son, so that Cita was called to the school to receive news of this scholarship Son?" ask your father enthusiastically. Looks very happy.

"Yes sir, thank God sir, Cita is very happy, sir, finally Cita continued college," said Cita.

"What scholarship is Naakk? I heard that someone got a scholarship" asked the mother who asked from a distance, a little screamed and walked closer to Cita and Bapak.

"This is Mom, our child is a prospective student, a candidate for success," replied the Father.

"Waahh.. waahh.. Who got the scholarship?" ask one of the tea-leaf pickers who heard the heart-stopping conversation of the mind family this morning.

"Congratulations Cita, tomorrow if you are a successful person do not forget us here huh?" connect the other tea leaf picker again.

"Alhamdulillah mothers, fathers, in shaa Allah Cita will not forget where the origin of Cita, just pray Cita yaa. because the Cita lecture place will be quite far away, Cita will part with this village for a while," said Cita with sadness that began to appear from the look of her sweet face.

"Said the headmaster, his sustenance Cita yaa there, but yes it's okay really, Cita remains eagertt for the happiness of Mother, Father and Sisters Cita, huhaa Mak?" connect Cita again with her explanation, looking at Mom's face.

"Yes son, it's okay, we all here must pray'akan Cita, Cita do not have to think about anything else, anyway Cita must focus on the education of Cita, continue Cita must be a successful person, continue Cita must be a successful person, so that you can be proud of Mom and Dad, son," the novelty arises from Mother's speech immediately.

For many years Cita was separated from this village. Thank goodness the signal in this village is very good. So communication never broke between Cita and her family.

The cost of returning to the village was quite large at that time making it difficult for Cita to return to the village to meet his family. Although indeed in the city where Cita was in college, side work did not escape the act. Where perhaps a Mind wastes free time, even if only a blink of an eye.

From the results of his side work, little by little Cita was able to help Mother to finance her younger siblings' school as well as for their daily needs in the village.

Slowly but surely. In just three years, Cita can complete the target number of lecture materials. Alhamdulillahot.

We did not waste time after his education was over. Again, thank God once, the sustenance of Cita is in line with his dedication to his family. Cita was accepted to work in a fairly large foreign company.

With a fairly large salary, Cita can repair the rickety house of Mak Bapak in the village. Alhamdulillahot.

My Dad's happiness feels very complete. Their struggle to give birth and raise Cita with affection paid off. They can raise their families in a much better direction.

The wheel of life never stops doing its job. The rotation seems to make everyone always in a dilemma of fear. Sometimes there will be times when everyone is at their lowest. Then immediately at its highest point. No exception with Cita.

As if God said that the enjoyment of the abundance of his provision in this foreign company had been enough to arrive here, Cita was affected by the reduction of employees.

The destruction in the heart of Cita struck like a great storm that came suddenly without any previous rain.

What about his family in the village? My father must be very disappointed in Cita.

Keep trying in the city. Looking for a job there and here. But the results are futile. It turns out that employee reduction is not a disaster for workers in his old office alone. But also for most of the companies in the city.

Savings money is almost over. The drama set by Cita, as if everything is still going smoothly, it turns out that in the end it must be revealed as well. Cita can not send money again to Mak Bapak in the village.

My father began to wonder in his heart. What's going on with Cita there? Is Cita in trouble?

"There has been a massive reduction in employees. (bla. bla. bla.)," so the news on television watched by Mak and Mr. tonight, he said, then raised the allegations in the eldest daughter. Is it possible that Cita is also exposed to PHK from his company?

Mom immediately took her phone.

The Father also said, they must immediately contact the child, so as soon as possible to find out the true state of Cita. After all, there was no way that his son would suddenly change if nothing happened to him.

Tuutt. tuuttt.. The phone is not connected yet.

"Try again, ma'am" said the father.

Trying to keep contacting. Mom is not desperate.

Tuuutt.. The sound of the cell phone is still in his waiting tone.

Kreessekk.. Phone connected.

"Assalamu'alaykum Nakk" said Mother. Ogre.

"Wa'alaykumussalam Makk," replied Cita, then silent.

"What's the kid?"

"We'll just rest Mak in the room."

"It's been Mak, just now."

"Thank God then, son, hmmm.. What about the work at the office? Everything okay, son?" ask Mom, full of caution.

I kept quiet hearing that question. Confused how to explain the reality that is happening to Mom. My mother must be sad and disappointed.

But if Cita lies, as if everything is fine, it actually makes Mum worse to think of her. Fear even Mother and Father think, if Cita no longer care for them, start to forget them.

Indeed, since the cessation of Cita sending money to Mother and Father, since then Cita also rarely contact them again. There was also a Thought when contacting them, not as usual anymore the atmosphere. Just a few seconds, Cita a lot of silence, not as happy as before.

Until in the end Cita decided to be honest with his current situation.

"Maakk, I'm sorry Cita Mak," at once Cita sobbed. His voice was clearly in my ears. I heard it through the loudspeaker of the phone.

"Why son, what's wrong? Mother's story, whatever happens with Cita, Cita is still the child of Mother and Father," explained Mother, trying to calm Cita.

It's like knowing something's happened to her son. Lying in his heart. Maybe Cita is also affected by the reduction of employees in his company?

"Actually it has been three months, Cita is no longer working Mak, sorry Cita Mak, Cita has been trying to find a new job, Cita has been trying to find a new job, but the company is simultaneously doing employee reduction and for a while does not accept new employees, sorry Cita because it has not been able to send Mother money, but Cita promised Mak, Cita will soon get a new job," explained Cita. Length width. Without pause. With sobbing. Sobbing. Can't stand his sadness anymore. His guilt. A sense of uselessness towards his family in the village.

"Nakkkp.. Nakk. listen Mom, Cita do not have to worry, Son, Mom and Dad here is okay Cita does not send money, Mom understands your situation, it's okay," obviously Mom is calming

Cita was still sobbing in her cries.

"Maakk.." said Cita.

"We still have the money handrail over there, Nakk?" mother asked softly, very worried about the state of her son.

The mind is silent. His savings are getting smaller. Her crying still sounds small.

"Yaa Cita just go home to the village Nak, we can live life together here, Mother does not want the child there Mother does not eat, does not sleep," explained Emak. My mother understood the situation of mind.

"But Mak, in shaa Allah hopefully Cita will soon get a new job here Mak, it is not in the company, but in shaa Allah if Cita accepted the work here, indeed, income Cita is also quite large per month, pray Cita yaa Mak," explained Cita.

"Aamiin yarobbal'alamin, Mommy always wishes Cita Nak, wherever Cita is, has Isya Nak prayed?"

"It's Mama" replied Cita. Then silence.

"Maakk, Cita love the same Mother as the Father," continued Cita.

"Alhamdulillah, yes Son, Mother the same Father is also very loving Cita, take care of yourself there, son, tell Mother if there is anything, yes" said Mother.

"Yes Mak, yes it is Mak, Cita wants to rest first, assalamu'alaykum," said Cita. Ended phone.

Tonight, in the end what Cita hides, must be revealed as well.

Mother's words destroyed her stance. In the end, there will be no lies in Cita against her own parents.

In his days Cita is still trying to find a job. Until fate led Cita to an announcement of acceptance of work as a personal assistant of a famous celebrity. Asiyah.

Selection is done in two stages. First the written test and the last is the interview test. Those who follow this selection are not kidding. There were hundreds of people who turned out to be very interested in becoming Asiyah's personal assistant.

Clearly the wages offered by Asiyah amounted to a fantastic month.

Fifteen million rupiahs. Clean.

The entire selection stage has been passed by Cita to the interview stage.

Good news has been received.

Cita accepted a job as a personal assistant of a famous celebrity.

Not wasting time. Cita immediately called Mom. After Asiyah as her prospective superiors will contact her directly without intermediaries.

"Assalamu'alaykum Emak, thank God Mak, Cita accepted work," said Cita, as usual, so enthusiastic, without pause Asiyah spoke if she was happy.

"Wa'alaykumussalam Nak, Alhamdulillah Nak, work in which company Nak?" ask Mom to be curious. Eager.

"Cita does not work in the company of Mak, but Cita works as a personal assistant of an actress, her salary is quite Mak, twice the income of Cita worked before, Cita worked before, and the value of this wage is the nominal net Mak, the cost of food and others borne by the superior Cita later Mak," explained Cita.

"Maakk, so Mother does not have to worry anymore about the condition of Cita here, Cita will send Mother money every month, and she will not have to worry about it, and the rest will be Cita tube to open the business later Mak after Cita finished working here," continued Cita. Enthusiastic.

"Yes son, yes, yes, thank God Naakk, Mom is very happy to hear it," Mother's voice sounded very happy.

"Bags, Pakkkkk.. Cita has been accepted to work again Paakk," cried Mother who sat in the front room of the television. Calling the Father who was sleeping in his room.

Dduukk.. The sound of your hurried footsteps. Run about. The end of the glove cloth was still clenched crumpled in both hands. I gasped in shock not dumbstruck when Mom mentioned the name Cita. Maa shaa Allah turns out that the sustenance of the girl is connected again, even this time it is replaced by Allah with a much greater work of wages.

"Naakkk, I'm so grateful, Cita has got a new job, how is his job, son? What does Cita like?" asked the Father, who immediately grabbed the mobile phone held by Mother. Mobile phone belongs to Mom and Dad. Father who is still not fully aware of his delusions after sleeping.

"Bapakkk, Cita does not know yet Pak likes what he likes, Cita has not started working, I like it so," said Cita who laughed at the attitude of the Father.

"Yes yes Son, I forgot, I just woke up this, hehehee," Mr. Smirked.

The glove's grip slipped out of my hands. Mom laughed at the subordinates of Father innocently without a single cloth.

"That's why Mom giggles sir?" ask Cita.

"Si Mr. Nak, the scabbard was removed, was in a hurry from the room running around to call Cita, until he could not tighten the sheath," broke Mom's laughter.

Along with Cita and Father who laughed. Happy to receive news from Cita at once because of the actions of the Father who was in a hurry so enthusiastic, just like Cita when talking when he was happy, in a hurry without pause.