BETWEEN QATAR AND JOGJA
DARREL'S AWARE
FROM SEDAYU ~JOGJAKARTA, YANKTIE CONGRATULATES READING THIS SIMPLE STORY
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Yon has arrived at the home of his future father-in-law. He climbed ojol so it was easy to find Murti's home address.
“Assalamu’alaykum,” greet Yon politely.
“Wa’alaykum salam,” sahut women of age who open the door. Murti House is a simple BTN type 36 house that has added room space. The original Type 36 had two rooms. The father added two more rooms so that all his children had their own privacy space. But yes, keep it simple. Only from the brick without plastered.
“I Yon Bu, Murti's friend from Jogja,” Yon saluted the mother.
“Log Nak, Murti afternoon after work directly train pencak silat. He will be home soon,” said the mother.
‘*A*I have heard from Murti that bu Aurel champion karate, it turns out he himself pencak silat coach,’ Inner Yon knows his lover has martial arts that is not low because he has become a coach.
“Assalamu’alaykum. It's been a while Mas?” ask Murti.
“New koq,” Reply Yon.
“I shower first yes, please drink,” Murti permission to shower first. Apparently his mother had prepared a drink for Yon.
Murti was the second of three children. His brother is only a year older, already working and is in college from his work. Murti number two and since one year also started college after being pulled by Aurel from security personnel to become Aurel's assistant.
Murti took an employee-only lecture, so didn't interrupt his work hours. And his youngest brother is also a boy. It was a long way from Murti. His youngest sister is only first class SMP.
“Sorry yes Mas, no one is nemani. Mom is making peyek to put in the stall. Brother, sister and father no one has yet returned home,” Murti tells why Yon was left alone in the living room.
“Oh fast, koq deserted. And it was just the mother who was there,” reply Yon. He thought he wasn't welcome in the house, so he was left alone in the living room.
“I didn't bring anything. This is no salak from the garden only.” Jon gave the basket of salak that he brought, as well as bakpia as souvenirs.
“Apaan sih Mas, use ngerepotin aja,” Murti so not tasty alone.
“Try to tell me how the process is Mas send an application to the company where I work?” pinta Aurel's.
“When we go to Borobudur temple, Mas story right if after graduation will find work according to the diploma that Mas have. Well yesterday there was a Job Fair in Jogja, Mas signed up there. Mas see there is a vacancy in your office that fits with the diploma that Mas has. Yes, I tried to enter the proposal. Two days later there was a question and answer via email,” story Yon.
“Already from the first question and answer, one week later there are more questions and answers, and back Mas anksabir. Then there was a call to the office this morning. Yes, it came. I'm not exactly sure about Dennis either. Afraid not to graduate here but already paid to pack Dennis kan berabe,” continued Yon.
“If here do not graduate, yes Mas will apply in the office of Mr. Dennis according to the new diploma,” Yon completed the story.
“What afternoon has not checked email?” ask Murti. He knew all the applicants had been emailed. Tomorrow morning will just be called because it was too late and the HRD people are going home.
“Not yet,” says Yon while retrieving phone from his pocket.
“Alhamdulillah Jeng, Mas received your office,” Yon is very happy, he can one city and one office with his heart.
“It is better that Mas immediately return to Jogja, because Mas must pay to Mr. Dennis, not to mention that Mas must prepare to move here and find a boarding house here. Though tomorrow morning Mas must come to the office and next Monday has started work,” said Murti.
HRD people do say, it's wrong to not read the email and tomorrow comes late on the day of the reception of new employees because they only know after being called. That's reasonable because from the beginning they communicate via email.
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“Upp... aaaaa,” lirih Darrel called Rajev who was feeding Aurel dinner.
“Yes Son, are you awake dear?” Rajev puts down the plate and spoon and approaches Darrel. He pressed the bell to tell the nurse that Darrel was conscious.
Aurel tried to get off her bed. “Pelan Love,” Book Rajev. He was confused to have to keep two patients alone.
“Wah Dede Darrel is up huh dear. The doctor is coming soon. We measure the temperature first yes,” the nurse put a thermometer in Darrel's armpit.
Chander and Ahisma, who had just come in for dinner, were shocked to see Aurel trying to get off his bed. “Sini Uppa help.”
In Chander's boat, Aurel approaches Darrel. “Checkload Um’ma.”
Aurel kisses Darrel's cheek that's hidden in Rajev's arms. He was afraid of nurses. “This APPUPAN (grandfather ) and AMMUMA (grandmother ), Abang Darrel know ‘kan? And this is the nurse, who helped out with Abang's medication,” Aurel helping Darrel calm down.
“She was very traumatized Umma, so she was afraid of people,” Aurel explained to her mother-in-law.
“We understand Nak, it must be super soft and patient to accompany him in order to recover,” Ahisma said while gently rubbing Aurel's arm.
“Good temperature Mom. Please give a lot of solution. And we wait for the doctor to come. Because she was visiting another room, the nurse told her that Darrel's body temperature was normal.
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Last afternoon bu Tarida and mbak Nah were allowed to go home. Tonight after the infusion runs out, Aurel as a patient is also allowed to go home. So in administration only Darrel who is still a patient status.
Everyone is grateful to hear the good news. Grandpa is still staying at a hotel in Jakarta. He's busy with Reza. They will put pressure on all employees to sign a new contract agreement.
All old or new employees are required to sign the letter. Those who do not want signatures are welcome to leave or withdraw from the office. It was grandpa's decision.
Chander and Ahisma have agreed to return to India if their grandson Darrel has been allowed to return home. They don't want to think when suddenly Darrel's condition drops back.
At home, Rajev has swapped Darrel's room for an empty one. He replaced the paint in the guest room with themes for the boys. But not the same as the old Darrel room theme. It was to prevent Darrel from remembering the kidnapping incident he had in the old room. Darrel's old room was also instantly converted into a guest room.
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