BETWEEN QATAR AND JOGJA
LIGHT WORK THAT CAN MAKE BIG MONEY

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“Mother is nothing, you guys just eat, no need to hesitate,” bu Tarida apparently also understands the character of her daughter-in-law.

‘What is amang boru being in Jakarta? Did you tell me that Aira was sick?’ mr. Iskandar who was just about to be closed on the sofa in the hospital room was shocked to receive a chat from Radit.

‘Dad didn't know he was coming to Jakarta or didn't. I'll ask your grandfather. If the matter of Aira is sick, no one told him he is being treated here,’ replied Mr. Iskandar.

‘Barusan Abang saw him in the hospital lobby, it looks like with the snake woman, they went to take cab’ chat Radit back in, from the hospital canteen to the lobby is a bit far away.

Mr. Iskandar immediately went out of the room and called his father's house number. After speaking ill of asking about his father's health, Iskandar asked if his former brother-in-law had come to visit his father in Cisarua.

His father's answer corroborates Radit's allegations, because his father said his ex-sister-in-law two nights ago said the phone would fly to Jakarta and then look at the former in-law tomorrow. It's possible that since he called, it's actually been in Jakarta.

YULIA POV

I'm calm, at least my mama's nursing money has been covered. Mama's sick with high blood, I put her in hospital in third grade, so as not to burden me too much. I could spend my money to pay for the hospital if my mom is treated in 2nd or 1st grade. From the office of papa the cost of caring for mama is not covered because papa is only a contract employee not a permanent employee.I remember to contact Binsar when kepepet like now, I remember, and Binsar's gonna give me a little money as long as I want to work with him again. I remember first meeting Binsar by accident, he was shopping at the supermarket where I worked, at that time my cash register was hanging.

“I'm in a hurry, I can pay you a manual. No need to use the machine?” ask the middle-aged man who still looks macho. I'm an assessor of his age as old as my father.

“If you want to pay for the groceries, you leave the phone number because I am afraid of the wrong woman if the input data is not the same as the value of the goods out,” replied Arief seniorku.

He paid for the cigarettes he took and gave me a hundred thousand, Arief asked me to take the change and record the HP number given. Apparently he didn't memorize his own number so I was forced to ask him misscall to my number for me to record his number.

At night there was a number that contacted my phone, a number I did not know, but without hesitation I raised “Malam” my reply.

“Hallo,” greet unfamiliar voice. His voice sighed heavily and hoarsely.

“Sorry to whom?” manya curious.

“I was the one you helped pay for the manual in the supermarket when buying cigarettes,” replied the man.

“Oh Father, what is it necessary Sir?” my many.

“I bother you?” ask again.

Finally that night we talked for a while. Just ask for name and address. Two days later Binsar called me, he said he'd pick me up after work, because I'm on the night shift and I'll be home by 10pm when the supermarket closes.

“Company Om first yes!” invite him, we walked casually to the food stalls are many on the side of the road

“What do you eat?” bargain me.

“Not ah Om, lazy, I drink hot tea only, later I snack fried food only. Om if you want to eat please gapapa,” I replied.

“Iya I ate yes. Understandably do not have a wife and here is not at home alone,” he replied after ordering fried rice with one omelet and one egg ceplok. I know he does live in Medan, not Jakarta, he said here because there is business with his former in-laws, the parents of his late wife.

Along with him, he ate om Binsar many questions about my mother and papa, as well as asking why I did not go to college and many other questions. How I want to go to college when I finish high school is not, I was forced to stop school when Mama entered the hospital for one month and all the money papa run out to finance the care of mama.

I got Binsar home, he didn't get off his cab. Without me knowing it turns out Jefri my girlfriend saw and thought I had a special relationship with om Binsar.

It has been a month since Binsar returned to Medan, my relationship with Jefri still remains warm as usual. I asked Jefri tonight to pick me up because I had something to talk to him about.

“Sorry I can't!” jefri replied of course when I asked him to marry me immediately because I was one week pregnant, said the midwife of the health center that I had visited this morning.

“What's your reason? You said you'd take responsibility if I got pregnant. You were the first to do it!” my insistence.

“True I'm the first. But I'm not sure it's my son because several times I see you often go with om-om,” Jefri replied without hesitation accusing me of having done with someone other than himself.

“I've never done anything with anyone other than you!” my screams made all the stall visitors look at me. And Jefri immediately left me because he was ashamed of being stared at by many people.

I went home with a sham, when the house om Binsar called, I ogah-ogahan answered him.

“Hei ... What's wrong with you little boy? Why is your voice choked like that?” ask Binsar.

“I was down Om, I was desperate ..” and then I told Jefri's behavior just now.

“I offer you cooperation want? You will not be the birthright of life because there will be a handsome rich young man who will be the father of the child you bear!” that was the beginning of my profitable cooperation with om Binsar.

“Om will be coming to Jakarta soon. Later Om will contact you. Now you don't have to be sad, go to sleep quietly,” persuade me Binsar so I can calm down.

Three days later I met Binsar, I was just asked to take pictures with a company leader and set him up to marry me.

Om Binsar told me to memorize who the mother and father of the leader of the company, then Binsar who will arrange when I meet the young man to notify the pregnancy “kannya”.

This kid I'm holding. Besides I will be married to the man, from Binsar I will be given 2.5 million rupiah.

Wooooow, light work directly get that much money, who does not want? Especially later the child I bear is safe, will have a father. Not just any father, but also a rich father, not like Jefri who only became a security guard at the bank.