Bizarre Old Man
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A clear morning and good weather. Fresh air cools anyone who breathes it, the sunshine that warms all the inhabitants of the earth in this city.

Zifa is preparing to tidy up the hijab she will wear today, black pashmina hijab without any accessories that complement her hijab, wrapped in the hijab on his head to cover all his hair and neck to cover his chest, coupled with his checkered brown shirt suit and jeans that add a tomboy impression on the self zifa.

"I'll keep it this way until one day, my husband will ask me to change my dress style." Zifa muttered to herself with a faint smile looking at her appearance on the glass reflecting off her face.

The dining room was ready for the two parents who waited for their children to come for breakfast.

"It's not hard to think that kids are really growing." Said Aminah's mother, Zifa's mother and her three brothers.

"Yes ma'am, it means we are also GK because it is getting older." Muzaki (father of zifa) said with a small laugh.

"Ah dad... Tidy the face of the mother is still looking young right yeah." Smiling while feeding the fruit to the mouth of the father who was still a little laugh.

"Yes ma'am, whenever you're going to look young, and beautiful" paused. " In the eyes of the father "and smiled and clasped Aminah's hand.

"Ah. father always deh GK change, always make the heart of mother dag Dig dug." Aminah Little laughs while hugging Muzaki's arm.

"Ehem.." Fauzi came to ruin the romantic atmosphere of his father and mother.

"Eh Fauzi let's have breakfast, where are your sisters?" Say Aminah casually then prepare the dishes on the table.

"Yes Ma'am, GK know tuh women if dandan like long time. Fauzi eat first, ma'am, because there's a morning meeting at the office."

Not long zifa and ayu her youngest sister came hand in hand.

"Mom's morning, father's morning" said zifa as she pulled up a chair and sat down

" How long have you guys been, what's in the room? let's have breakfast together, where's your sister one more zifa ko hasn't shown up yet?"

"Here's Zifa's sister the most beautiful." Said the zakiah who suddenly appeared and hugged his mother.

"Hemm Zakiah really long dance, want to work aja rich and condangan, let's have breakfast together" said Aminah.

"Yes, Mom." Zakiah sat down and ate his fried rice.

Yes, that's how the little family of zombies are. Simple but clearly visible harmony. Every morning they waited for each other to have breakfast together, unless there was an urgent need, like Fauzi.

The house is empty left a mother, because she only works as a housewife and a teacher for the afternoon hours, so if her children have all left for work and school, then she will be able to work, he remains one. Zifa's father leaves every morning for the boarding house to teach.

The zifa workplace.

"Thank God I can finally work." Murmuring zifa while tidying up the arrangement of clothes that hang to look more neat.

zifa works at a clothing store distro, which provides a variety of clothes that various types of models.women and men, teenagers and children.

"Zifa mom wants to go out first, then if anyone buys you already understand how to sell it?" Said Bu Sofi as the owner of the shop where Zifa works.

"Yes ma'am, zifa understands." Answer the short zifa while smiling.

"well, if that's how you go first, yes" Bu Sofi went to leave Zifa, and drove on his bike.

"Subhanallah, the clothes are really cool, yes, later if I have paid, I want to buy ah" muttered zifa himself while holding a black shirt patterned with flowers.

"Tin..Tin" the sound of a motorcycle horn that came parked in the front yard of the store made the zifa move toward him.

A man who was aged but still looks handsome and pretentious like an ABG boy, with a shirt suit and torn jeans on the knee, approached the zifa.

"Welcome sir, please choose the clothes of many of the latest models" said zifa with a forced tone as sweet as possible.

"Are you a new employee?" Said the man whose face was almost the same age as Zifa's father, then gawked in and sat in a chair near the changing room.

" yes sir, I'm a new employee. Just today I started work, can I help you sir?" His Zifa followed the man and stood in front of him.

"Do you know how it works?, Eh wait, whose name are you? How old?" The man asked Zifa while looking at Zifa from top to bottom.

" My name is zifa." Zifa replied that the man had stopped him by patting his hand on the long chair he was sitting on, ordering that Zifa talk while sitting next to him.

Zifa was silent, hesitating to move from her position.

"Here..gpp sit here, let's talk nice, whether I'm tired of talking while standing?" He said he took a sip of mineral water in the bottle.

"Gpp sir, I'm here, I'm here,"

"Why? You scared?"

Zifa shook her head quickly without a sound.

"Here sit no papa, I am her husband Sofi, the owner of this store, so do not be afraid, I am here to see my new employee. Oh he's one more don't call sir, call Brother." He said while showing a cute pretentious face that actually even looks scary.

"Oh this father is Bu Sofi's husband?" Zifa said still standing in her place, not moving.

"Damn... Father again father, ABANGG.." said the man while pulling Zifa's hand to quickly sit down.

Zifa who was shocked immediately shifted her seat so that there was a further distance.

"Keep what's your name, your name, your nickname, your age, and everything about you" the man said, turning his seat toward Zifa, bending his left leg.

"My name is Zifa Fauziah, her name is zifa, I'm 17 years old."

Zifa answered with eyes looking at her hand she held, because of nervousness and fear.

"Hei zifa your name is good huh, you're really 17thn? Did you graduate school until you could work?"

"Already sir, 2 months ago I graduated High School." Zifa replied still without turning the slightest bit away from her first gaze, staring at the grasp of her hand, holding back nervously.

" Yet another father, Abang zifa... Call me brother, and another one of you if you talk to his eyes look at the person who is talking," spoke in a slightly irritated tone, then rose to leave zifa, and then rose up,

" The essence of real work, honest and do not let loose. Get out your voice, talk loud if the sale has to be clear, okay."

The man went forward with a little firmer until there was a loud friction between the tire and the asphalt.

ZIFANYA FAUZIA.

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