Assalamualaikum Ukhti
Chapter 5
Icha drove the bike slowly, while looking at the beauty of the city. Although it is full of pollution due to dust and vehicle smoke. However, it does not discourage the intention of going around looking for a job that suits his expertise.
From a distance, Icha saw a flower shop that was in need of a female employee.
He pulled the bike over, then parked it properly in front of the store. He looked again at the writing on the white paper, saying there was a vacancy.
He stepped his foot, sliding the glass door.
Some employees greeted him kindly.
“Good afternoon Miss. Can we help you?” ask the employee kindly.
“Yes, sorry to ask? Does this store need employees?” ask Icha politely.
“True Miss. Would you like to apply for a job here?”
“Iya, absolutely right.”
“Please on wait, miss. Can I request the file?”
“Oh, yes. This, thank you in advance.”
“Iya, equally. Please wait, miss.”
Icha nodded, waiting in the chair he had provided while playing with his phone.
Ting! The voice of the incoming message from his phone.
“Assalamualaikum, deck. Sorry, Brother just finished meeting,” said Dika sent a message.
Icha immediately replies to the message, pressing the keyboard on her phone screen.
“Waalaikumsalam Bang”.
Not all messages have been sent, Dika contacted by making a voice call.
Drrv! Drrt!
“Abang,” looks at the name listed on the screen of his phone.
“Halo, Assalamualaikum Bang.”
“Waalaikumsalam, Icha why contact Abang earlier? Sorry, Brother just finished meeting.”
“Iya Brother. Icha permission out, because Icha wants to work and now alhamdullilah, Icha is waiting for interview.”
“Hah? Work? Where do you work? Why don't you tell me first with brother, if you want to work. Icha can work in the office!” said Dika showering his sister with questions.
“This already said. Sorry Bang, Icha can't work in Papa's office. Brother must understand the meaning of Icha, besides it is also not an Icha field,” said softly.
“But the deck, although Icha does not work Brother can still finance your life.”
“Pardon Icha Abang, Icha want to be independent, let Icha work huh sis? Please...!”
The sound of Dika's breath, he was unable to resist the wishes of his sister.
“Good. After getting a job, you have to tell Brother where you work, okay?”
“Alhamdullilah. Insha Allah Bang,” sahut Icha smiling happily.
“Oke, Brother hang up first. Be careful on the deck road,” said Dika commemorating his sister.
“Iya, Bang, God willing, Assalamualaikum.”
After answering the greeting, they ended the call, coincidentally when Icha was called into a room to conduct an interview first.
When he went inside, there was a beautiful woman sitting on a chair waiting for his arrival.
“Good day,” greet Icha reach out her hand.
“Siang. Please sit down,” said the woman after releasing their handshake.
“Name Marissa?” ask the woman.
Icha nodded.
“So like this Miss Marissa, we really need women in our store, to open branches elsewhere. But, there are some conditions that must be fulfilled,” he said hanging his words.
“What are the terms Mistress?” tanya Icha looked at him.
“The first one must remove the hijab and secondly we need a woman who is still single.”
The deg! The first condition makes Icha object.
“Sorry, Mistress. If the first condition I can not,” reject Icha soft.
“Why? I will pay you higher than other employees,” proposed the store owner.
“Sorry, Mistress. I can't take my hijab off. Because this is the obligation of a Muslim woman to close her aura.”
“You're afraid your parents are angry huh? You can wear it back after work, at work you have to take it off.”
“Sorry, Mistress.”
“Or you want to ask for more of your salary, I'm ready. My flower shop must be very selling, if the seller is a beautiful woman like you,” he said again still trying to persuade Icha.
“Sorry Mistress. Maybe this work is not my sustenance, I say again! I can't take off my hijab. I apologize as big as it is,” said Icha softly.
The shop owner, sighed. For failing to persuade Icha to give up her hijab.
“Good. Sorry, if I forced a little earlier.”
Icha smilingly nodded, as she could not remove her hijab while working, she refused to work at the flower shop.
He said goodbye to the shop owner. However, when I step out.
The woman called him back.
“Nona Marissa.” Call her.
“Iya, Mistress!” saith.
“If you change your mind, my store is wide open for you to work,” he said hoping Icha changed her mind.
Icha smiled and nodded.
“Iya Mistress. Thank you very much,” is soft.
“I'm sorry Madam,” she said again continuing her steps.
After leaving the room, he breathed a sigh of relief. Before he shifted the exit, he first said goodbye to the employee who had helped him earlier.
In the parking lot, he put his helmet back on and continued down the road.
While on the way, he heard the sound of Adzan reverberating. He pulled his bike back, after getting the mosque to worship.
After finishing the prayer, he resumed his journey to find a suitable job for himself.
When he stopped at the red light, he saw from across the street that there was a vacancy. However, it must rotate about 5 km looking for traffic signs that are allowed to turn around.
Arriving at the place, it looks like the store sells books. Very clearly visible from outside the book is still neatly arranged in it.
He went inside and asked someone who was inside.
“Assalamualaikum,” sapa Icha see the female also wearing a hijab.
“Waalaikumsalam. Can I help you?” tanyakanya.
“Iya. Does she need a female?” ask me soft icha.
“Iya, that's right. But you have to wait first. Because the owner of this store is out for lunch,” said.
“Do you want to wait?”
Icha seemed to think for a moment, then nodded.
“Iya, I will wait!” soft Icha suhut.
The woman smiled.
“Alright, please sit down first. If the owner of this store comes, I will tell you.”
Icha nodded.
“Thank you,” said Icha.
He stepped a little, to the seat that had been prepared.
Long enough he waited, while reading the holy verse of the Qur’an from his cell phone greeting, even though he read it only in his heart.
After he finished teaching, the bookstore owner did not come. He even asked the woman who had asked him to wait.
But, he said soon the owner of the store will come.
And sure enough, not long came a white car to the store along with the motorcyclist who parked the motorbike next to his motorbike.
After the man took off his helmet, it was like he had met the man. However, he forgot where he had met, even now Icha was trying to remember him.
Being preoccupied with his thoughts, he did not realize that the man was standing before him.
“Assalamualaikum Ukhti,” said the man gave him a greeting, at once Icha immediately realized.
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