IT'S ME YOU HURT
Denigrated again

I just found out, Feby is married to a meat chicken man in this complex. A 50-year-old wealthy widower whose wife died. She was almost the same age as my mother. But back at each person, as long as they accept each other, age is not a problem. Said Bu Siti they just got married 2 years ago.

We got to the chicken shop that belonged to Feby's husband. For her ranch place is behind Feby's husband's house. It's only about 800 meters from here.

This is only for places to sell chickens, cuts, and chicken shelters that are ready for sale. Upon entering the yard I saw Feby sitting and scolding an employee. Looks very bossy. Ah, maybe his employees made a very big mistake.

"Eh, Miss Siti wants to buy chicken?" Feby friendly remarks welcome customers.

"Yes By. The more days the more kinclong." Praise Bu Siti.

"Ah, Miss Siti can praise him."

Feby. It seems like he didn't recognize me, probably because I was wearing a helmet.

"Ojek is Miss Siti?"

"Oh, here I ask Reyna to help make antherin to the market."

"Reyna? Reyna who's mom?"

"Reyna Bu Nabila's son. The time you don't know."

"Oh Reyna?!" I looked at him and smiled kindly. But Feby looked at me from top to bottom and smiled obliquely. Like a humbling smile. I'm trying to be silly, not caring about it.

"How many tails do you want to buy, ma'am?" Feby turned to face Bu Siti regardless of me or even greeted me.

"I'd like to take 7 By."

"Well, a lot of mama. What's the show?"

"Today's Mira's birthday. He wants to take his college friends to eat at home."

"Oh, Si Mira's mother's son has gone to college. It seems like just yesterday I saw Mira playing hide and seek with her friends. Hm, Gini day is no use to love high school children Mom. Just wasting money. I just didn't finish high school but I could succeed." Feby spoke with passion. While moving her hands full of bracelets and her fingers filled with golden rings.

Right said Mother, seeing Feby is like looking at a jewelry storefront in a gold shop. The necklace is just a few layers. Her ring is almost on every finger, even her bracelet is like the bracelet that the Indian bride wears, if she moves her hand like it was going to ring, kling kling kling.

Hmm, Indeed college does not guarantee a person's success. Because success comes from God. People who do not finish SD though, can be successful even become billionaires if they work hard and are wanted by the Almighty.

"Ah, you have-there is a. You'll be successful now by marrying the Heru."

"Yes, ma'am. But I don't need high school. Not like that guy!" Feby seemed to be insinuating me, he looked at me and pointed at me with his lips.

'Oh my God, what else is this? Why the hell do I always meet strange people who demean me. It sucks!' my inner.

I pretended not to listen to his words. I turned my attention to the Feby employees who were busy cleaning the chicken feathers.

"Don't think of her Mom! At school belagu sok sinteran. High school, but the fall is just a motorcycle taxi driver. It's a pity." Feby spoke impassively insulting and demeaning me.

"If you are now blessed by God and can be successful, you must be grateful! But do not insult or demean others. No one knows about tomorrow. If suddenly tomorrow God takes everything He gives you, what do you say??" Ms. Siti replied with a spirit of defense.

"Well, Lady Siti. I used to say it, don't use it!" It seems Feby did not like the word Bu Siti just now.

"Already Lady Siti, I have nothing."

I'm trying to mediate between Ms. Siti and Feby. It seems like their conversation is starting to heat up, and if left unchecked will cause an endless debate.

I don't like what he says. But I was lazy to read Feby's talk about me. I don't think it's any good. It's early in the morning, I don't want to dirty my heart by arguing with people like Feby.

I also today have to include job applications in various places. I don't want my fortune on Feby's chicken stake because of this. After all, what Ms. Siti said already represents my heart, so I just need to be quiet not to extend.

Fortunately, Bu Siti's chicken order has been cleaned and cut into 4 parts according to demand. Bu Siti then paid Feby some money. We then passed from this place.

I drove Ms. Siti to her house. Ms. Siti then thanked me and gave me a bag of chicken meat in a bag of white crackles.

"Wow, is this ma'am?" Ask surprised.

"It's 1 chicken for you Reyna."

"Ah, no need ma'am, the meat will be less for Mira's birthday." I refused to give Siti's bu subtly. After all yesterday I have been given 50 thousand money by Siti ma'am.

"It was deliberately I bought morein 1 tail for you Na... Feby's words did not need to think about it! In this world there is no contemptible work, so long as it is lawful and you do it sincerely God willing it will bring blessings!"

"Yes mom. Thank you." Thank you."

That's right said Ms. Siti. There is no contemptible work as long as it is halal and done sincerely. No matter if I finish college, the important thing is to make good money. No need to prestige and hear the slanted nonsense of the sirik and spiteful people. If I was hungry, they wouldn't feed me either.

*****

When I got home, I took care of my son to eat and bathe him. After that, I got ready to go looking for a job. This time I told my father and mother, asking my parents for permission and leaving Ziva. At first they were very surprised I suddenly wanted to find a job, but after I explained well they understood and allowed.

Dad let me out on my bike. I then started going to big companies, first at the financing company where I worked first, but it seems like they are not opening vacancies for new hires. They took the cover letter I gave them, but it doesn't seem like they're going to process it. They were just being polite and trying not to offend me because it wasn't nice to me that used to work there.

I then went to other financing companies. But again there are no job openings for new employees.

I just smiled as I brought back the map containing my cover letter. I then put the application in the supermarket I stopped by, he said they would call.

I sat in the waiting chair reserved for visitors at the supermarket. 'My fault is not looking for previous information on the internet which company opened a job vacancy.'

Today is enough to get here. I will continue tomorrow with information about which companies are opening job openings.

'God please enable me, that I may be strong in the face of this trial of life!' I was not ceaselessly praying. I feel like I am at the lowest point in my life. It seems like I have tried to do everything well, but nothing has gone well.

'I can't give up! I can't despair! There are my parents, my sisters, and more specifically my son who needs me, and I must be happy!' I suggested to myself not to lose my spirit.