Grabbing Asa
Get a Job

Our days go by with smiles and gratitude. As always, I'm with my routine and Faris is with her routine. Faris helped me sell by bringing merchandise to her school. Not infrequently he was despised, but Faris considered it as a spark so that he remained enthusiastic. This morning I had to gather my Junior High School files to hand over to the PKBM so I could take the exam next year.

“Mbak, what are you doing?,” asked Faris

“Mbak find SMP diploma, Faris see?,” Answer me without diverting my attention even a little from the files I hold

“Mbak, diplomas are in a blue bag, the bag is not a diploma place,” he said

“oh yes, Mbak forgot,” my word and immediately ran looking for a blue bag

“Hehe, Ma'am this morning why the hell is so noisy, remember! Don't be in a hurry,” he said softly

“Iya yes, already there depart later late” expel me

“hmm, Faris left first yes Ma'am, the merchandise on the table Faris brought,” Faris kissed the back of my hand

“Iya, Ris,”

“Be careful on the road,”tuturku again

He just smiled and gave me respect as if he wanted to honor the flag. I laughed to see it. Ah, so beautiful is the way God strengthens our brotherhood. The problems we face, make the brotherhood even tighter.

The circular watch on my right hand shows 06.15 wib. I immediately set out not to forget to lock the door and put it in the vase in front of the house, so that if Faris comes home he does not have to wait for me too long.

I walked down the city streets. The sounds of cars and motorcycles are clear. In this city it is very crowded. People passed by and started their activities, shops were opened, children went to school in full uniforms. I sat in a closed shop, waiting for Farhah's mom to come. Before long Farhah came and took me to one of the stalls that had been opened.

“Mothers are sorry, Fah,” Say bu Farhah

“iya, thank you Mom,” I lowered my head, I shed tears again

“the coming will always go, like the night that is always replaced by the morning. The laws of the universe have been written by the owner of the heart, but still man hates the departed. If all understand about destiny maybe there is nothing more to mourn,” said Farhah ma'am, I fell silent, feeling slapped with Farhah ma'am's words. Ah, if I could accept fate there might be nothing more I have to regret

“Iffah, never give up on the situation, when all roads are closed, stand back and look for a new way surrender to God. And pick up the magic of a bright spot that brings you to a success” bu Farhah rubbed the tip of my head gently. It was like having a mother again

“Angkap Mommy like Your Mother, never hesitate to tell Mom about your difficulties,” he said again

“iya, Ma,”

“Offah, Want to work? I have a job vacancy but to keep the store, Iffah Mau?,” asked Bu Farhah

“Mau, Ma'am,” My words are full of enthusiasm

“but I can still learn right, Mom?,”

“of course” he said with a smile

“Already let's go, friend Mom is waiting,” He said again

“tradingku?,” My question

“ just bring Iffah, later taro alone in front of the store, the store is quite selling, you can while selling there” Say bu Farhah

“file, Mom,” I said again

“here Mom brought” bu Farhah took the diploma file I was holding

And we went to meet Farhah's friend. The store was quite far from where I lived and where I sold, so we were forced to take public transportation until immediately there. Don't forget I took advantage of my time by selling on public transportation. Ms. Farhah also looks no problem me while selling. I smiled as my wares were running out, just a few packs of unsold rengginang. Ah, no problem, I will sell it later in front of the store. We arrived at a shop with a modern building. It looks great from the outside, just pioneered but the store is crowded visitors.

“Assalamualaikum,” saya bu Farhah

“Wa’alaikumussalam, Bu,” said one of the employees

“well, thank you,” said bu Farhah

We entered the store and walked into one of the rooms on the 2nd floor, the store was quite large, there were 2 floors here, and there were 2 floors, the floor for the boss room called the young lady.

“Assalamu’alaikum” Say bu Farhah while opening the door

I was flabbergasted by this room, a room that was designed simple yet elegant. There are beautiful paintings on display in this room, the smell of a soft room and the color of the wall that is not tacky. Obviously called miss, because she is still young and looks beautiful. Straight shoulder-length hair, a sharp nose and beautiful eyeballs.

“this is what you told me?,” said the girl

“ya” bu farhah nods and smiles

“ What's your name?,” Ask the girl

“Offah sister uh miss,” I replied awkwardly

“Hahaha just relax, just call brother, and I gk everything you think so no need to fear,” he said with a laugh

“Thank you,” I replied

“oke, if that's my big brother Rosa,” said bu Farhah

“Mother said yes, Fah,”

The girl gave her thumb, I just smiled in response. Yes, the girl was named Rosa, a beautiful and graceful girl. After Farhah's mom left the girl explained to me about my job, because I had to go to night school to catch my package. I always get a morning shift.

“oh yes, what do you bring?” the question was, he pointed at the crackle bladder I was holding. Ah, even I myself forget that I still hold a bag that contains tenuous.

“rengginang sis, sell Me,” Answer me awkwardly

“How much is one?,” ask

“15.000/pack,” I replied

“just bet here, brother will buy all,” he said

“Alhamdulillah, Thank you brother,” I replied with a happy smile

“Hmmm sorry brother, if allowed, I want to look around the room sister, because I love the design,” said I

“Ya, please,” answer

I looked carefully at the photos on the wall of this room, the room that was very comfortable in the room, I accidentally dropped the photo album that was on the table, he said, and I saw a person I knew very well in that picture.

“Sorry brother, may I ask?,” my question

“ya, please,” the answer

“Sorry, sis, who is this photo?,” I asked slowly

“My father, my stepfather,” he said

“Dad?,” Ask again

“Iya, he's my father, why Fah?,” asked

“No... It's okay, kak” I replied

Sister Rosa tells about the father, the kindness of the father who is always there for sister Rosa, always understand brother Rosa, always protect sister Rosa, always teach sister Rosa interesting things. In stark contrast to me, I would like to say, “he's my father, the father who left us, he left without news, and came back only to divorce Mom, he's my father, he's my father, Father who has scratched the wounds in the hearts of his children, Father who has traumatized me with men, because of him I can not continue school anymore”. However, those words only reached my throat, I just listened to the story of Sister Rosa, the beautiful story of Father.