IT'S ME YOU HURT
Jobseeking

Father and mother made me feel like a burden to my parents. How not, my presence in this house adds to their expenditure for an additional 2 mouths to feed, not to mention the cost to buy formula milk for Ziva because Ziva still drinks milk. Ever since I lived here Ziva's formula has always been bought by my mom. You must know I don't have any money. I never asked my mother for anything, but once a week I would buy 1 can of milk for Ziva.

Since the age of 1 year Ziva is no longer drinking breast milk because my breast milk is no longer out, so until now Ziva is only supported by formula milk that is drunk in the afternoon and evening before going to bed.

Right now I am determined to find a job. I prepared all my files as a requirement to apply for a job. Fortunately, all the important papers and papers I keep in this house. I took the holders of important files such as birth certificates, SD diplomas - S1 diplomas, value transcripts, and other important files in the wardrobe drawer. Thankfully, Gina did not move it. My clothes and belongings are still neatly arranged in my closet

To apply for a job I also need a photo fitting. I saw my picture... It's not like me now. Of course I who used to still look beautiful with a slim body and a thin face, look beautiful even if only wearing powder and lipgloss. Ah, I praise myself, but the old me.

I have to take a new photo. I took a selfie with a white background wall in the back, just with a cell phone camera. I put my phone on the table a little high and put my phone with a wedge. I turned on the camera timer and I started taking pictures to fit the photos.

I borrowed Gina's laptop to type a cover letter, and CV. Now just print photos, cover letters, CV and copy ktp, diplomas, transcripts of grades, and work experience letters.

Fortunately, Ziva is still taking a nap. I'm gonna borrow Dad's motorbike to go to the photocopier.

"Dad, can I borrow Dad's bike for a second?"

"Where are you going, son?"

"I have a little business, yeah."

I deliberately have not told you about me who will apply for a job to Dad.

"The key is there a central space nail hanger huh. Be careful on the road!"

"Yeah, I'm just for a second. Titip Ziva too well, he's still napping in the room."

"Hhhh." Dad nodded his head. I then took the keys to my bike, the map, and my wallet. Then hurry up and go on my motorcycle.

Arriving at the place of photocopy, I immediately sent through whats app data job application letter and CV that I saved from my phone to the computer to print, in print, incidentally this place is complete for photocopying and photo printing. So I don't have to go anywhere else. I made a multiple application in order to be able to enter several companies.

While printing the cover letter, suddenly there was a man who entered for a photocopy. Turns out it was Rian, a friend of mine when I worked at a finance company.

I smiled seeing him. But it seems like Rian does not remember me, but only 3 years later I stopped working. Rian frowned, looking at me while trying to recognize me. Maybe he has trouble recognizing me because my body weight is increasing, and my temper like mothers.

"Reyna? You Reyna? Vaaahh.... How are you doing?" He looked at me from top to bottom with a look like.

"My news is good." I answered while trying to smile at him.

"What are you doing here, you're married, right?

"Hmm, I'm printing a cover letter."

"You're divorced?" It turned out that she was focusing on the part of my marriage status that was written on the cover letter.

Oh my God, his words are not wrong. But the style and the way he spoke, I felt like I had an insult. Istighfar!! I said Astagfirullah in my heart.

"Try you didn't sell me that much. We are married now and your life is assured. Not like now!" Rian looked at me with a condescending look.

Back when I was working, Rian was one of the men who approached me, but I always rejected his calls and approaches in a subtle way. Of course I refused, the guy did look bad. Always show his wealth in an exaggerated way, and feel more than anyone else.

We used to go to work, but he never respected the seniors. It's only natural that many friends don't like it. But he was very confident because his Uncle was the leader at the center.

He also often combines his family's wealth with his possessions such as cars, cell phones, shoes, etc. Not only that, even Rian did not hesitate to tell about the price of the items he had. Of course I don't like the nature of it, it makes me more ilfeel.

I just smiled wryly in response to his words. I then busied myself with my activities continuing to print the CV. I don't mind him anymore. Lazy.

I see he's done with his photocopying activities. After paying, he then left this place without greeting me.

Let it be, he's gone. I don't need to be greeted by him either. I'm glad he left this place. I then proceeded to photocopy and print my photo.

After finishing my needs in this place, I then pay to the cashier and leave this place.

Today is enough to get here. The important thing is that I have prepared the application file that I made several copies to be included in several places. The plan is tomorrow morning, then I will walk to enter the application either in the companies or in the shops, or anywhere that is important can work and earn money lawfully. I don't know if I'm not confident applying to big companies considering my status is married and divorced, plus my appearance is now not young and attractive anymore.

I stopped by the SPBU to fill up the gas because I saw the gasoline of this father's motorbike stayed a little, I planned to borrow another motorbike to father tomorrow so it would be more cost-effective, because I had to go to some places.

While waiting in line for a gas station, I saw a car that I was very familiar with. There's Mas Angga's car opposite me in line to fill the gasoline in the queue. I could clearly see Mas Angga and Raya were in the car. They were so friendly to each other in the car.

Suddenly my mind drifted to the days when we were newlyweds, when we were newlyweds. Mas Angga taught me how to drive, then after smoothly carrying a car and got a SIM A mas Angga told me to bring my own car. Every day I take the car and drive Mas Angga away and go home from work. Ah, those are my happy times with Mas Angga.

Be ill... It still hurts to see my ex-husband. Yes, now Angga is officially my ex-husband. I have no right to be jealous of them anymore. But blame this heart that still hurts to see it. I try to control my heart, but can I control this heart? I can only control my attitude. God has enabled me! so great was the wound he inflicted on this heart! I want to heal from this wound! I don't hate her, I just don't want to love her anymore!

Finished my turn to fill the gas, I sidelined my bike, prepared to get on the bike, stopped and rushed away.

Suddenly a voice called.

"Hey... Reyna!"

Women's voices.... I'm looking for the source of the sound.