Duda But Perjaka
Chapter 9

This is where Gandhi is at the moment. With tireless zeal, he cleaned the floor, the windows, the tables, every room in the company he worked in.

After graduating high school and graduating from college, Gandhi hastily applied for jobs in every company, hotel, restaurant, all on his side. Until finally he could be accepted to work in one of the company's children as cleaning service.

"Gandhi! It's a break!" shouted his manager who accidentally passed him while still mopping the floor.

"Yes, Sir. Nanggung nih a little more," said Gandhi paused for a moment while spreading a smile.

The manager is just a head grunt. He always works without time, if not reminded.

"Rest now or your salary I cut!" threaten the manager while folding both arms.

Instantly Gandhi rounded his eyes. "Well, don't dong, sir. It's a break." Immediately he ran pushing his mop towards the warehouse.

The manager laughed at Gandhi's fear. If not threatened like that, where would he rest in time.

Now, he's headed for the employee locker. Take lunch that is always prepared by Mother. Slowly, he began to feed the delicious food on his tongue.

After that, he fulfilled his duty as a Muslim. But he changed his clothes first. Namely sarong and koko, displaying an aura of good looks that increase many times.

Leisurely, Gandhi walked towards the musholla located beside the company. Many women whispered about it. It was through a lot of employees who were out for lunch.

"Eh yes, it's very sweet in droves, '" whispered one of the female employees.

"That's the new kid, right? Diligent subhanallah, my future imam," the other timpal fantasized.

His other colleagues immediately patted his shoulder. "Inget age, woy! You are far away."

"No problem. I'm very experienced, he looks plain. So we fit dong, complement each other," he said again who again got ridicule from his colleagues.

Although I heard it, Gandhi did not care for them. But he always nods with a smile when he runs into his friends.

Not a few who try to get his attention in order to get close to the man. Gandhi never responded. He is focused on his future. The motivation is only one, happy mother who sincerely took care of him since childhood.

"Gandhi! We watch yuk, "take one of his classmates after college.

The sexy clothes that the girl was wearing made Gandhi uncomfortable. His body shuddered on its own. He was busy putting stationery in his backpack.

"I'm sorry, I can't Elina. I must help my mother" Gandhi subtly refused.

"I'm hanging out first. Copy the cake at the front cafe," asked Elina again with flirtatiousness. His hands were embracing Gandhi's arms which were slowly pushed aside by the man.

"Thank you, I don't like coffee." Again he refused and stood up.

In a hurry Gandhi stepped out of class, he heard the girl's leg pounding with laughter from other female friends.

Gandhi never once wanted to be close to any woman. He prefers to spend time working, attending college and helping mothers take care of the garden, rather than having to go hanging out or pretending like a teenager in general.

Four years later ....

Graduating with a bachelor's degree, made Gandhi shed tears. Mother also sobbed in her arms. His son was able to get an education with his own efforts.

Proud, of course. A child raised from a baby has grown up to be a good man, never neko-neko, hardworking and never complaining.

"Congratulations, son. Hope the science you get is useful." Mother kissed Gandhi's forehead who was still wearing her pride toga.

"Aamiin .. all thanks to Mother." His mother's hand and kissed him. Then the two embraced each other and wiped away each other's tears.

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