My wife's a fraud
Pinjol
Gita rests her back to the KRL seat towards Manggarai Station. After standing for quite a while as it was full, he finally got a seat as well. One of the narrowest places available. Stuck on the left right, almost no wiggle room.
His body was very tired due to crammed every time he left and went home from work. But, how else? The Gita must go to work to meet the needs of her life.
People marched out of the carriages after the train stopped right at the destination station. Gita waited for a while until the fanfare receded, then went down. Now he was trapped again in the crowd to reach the exit.
It was fortunate that he was already an expert in fighting with the sea of humans at rush hour like now. In fact, Gita has memorized when to order an online motorcycle taxi that will deliver it to the house.
The phone ringer suddenly sounded, appearing on the phone screen an unknown number. Gita knitted her brows for a moment staring at the phone before lifting it up. Maybe an online motorcycle driver who just got booked, he thought.
“Halo, with Mbak Gita, yes?” a heavy voice called. There was a rough breathing from the man.
“Iya, i. Who is this, huh?”
“I from the Cash Fund want to tell you, Mbak Gita has a payment arrears of 8 million due on Friday. Please pay off soon yes, Ma'am!”
“Cash Fund? A pinjol? I never borrowed money from Pinjol. You want to cheat me, yes?” accuse Gita. He recalled that his friends in the office were very wary of phones on behalf of online loans to deceive and ensnare victims.
“Do not carelessly say yes! You on August 23 yesterday disbursed funds of 7 million through the Cash Fund website. Calculation after interest and administrative costs with a 3-month tenor of 8 million. I don't want to know if you have to pay this Friday!”
“Lah, what? I never open the website Cash Fund or liquidin funds 7 million. Try checking your account mutation, if there are funds transferred to the account in the name of Gita?” Gita's voice rose, making some people around her turn their heads.
“On our website it is clear the account that registered the loan was on your behalf. I've got a home address, an office, a phone number, until NIK proves that you're a borrower on our website. If you still refuse to pay until this Friday, I will go to your home and office.”
“Ya has come! I am not wrong and never minjem from you!” Gita who hung up the phone.
His online ojek order came right at that moment. Soon Gita gets on the bike. During the trip to the house, his emotions still had not receded. It was thought that his data was leaked and used irresponsibly by bad people. How could Gita dare to borrow money from a pinjol?
The motor stops in front of the alley where Gita lives, from there she has to walk a few meters to reach the house. The Gita lives in densely populated areas, where rickety, small, shabby houses cling to one another.
The house is inconspicuous, just like the others. White paint with dull brown doors and windows, and without a fence.
“Assalamaicum! Where's mom, Sa?” Gita walks into the house, greeting her half-sister who is busy playing the phone while lying on the living room sofa.
“Ga knows, to Bu Yana's house times. Pinjem money,” replied Risa Ketus.
Gita ignored the response of her disrespectful stepbrother, already used to it. Although they are brothers of one father, but have never gotten along.
Gita sat on another empty sofa, plucking out the banana chips lying at the table. Relax all the fatigue after fighting boisterous with the KRL passengers earlier.
“When you buy new HP, Sa?”
Gita only realized now the device held by her sister was never seen before. During this time he rarely noticed anything about his sister, because he was too busy working. Their relationship is not as close as a brother.
“Long time.”
“Dapet money from where do you buy iPhone?”
“Kepo deh lo!”
“Jawab my question! Where do you buy iPhone money?” Gita's voice began to rise, suddenly an emotion.
His reasoning quickly connected to the problem of the pinjol bill he got before going home. They are now in a difficult situation. His sister could buy a new phone that is expensive. Money from where?
“What is so unclear lo?!” Risa got up from the sofa, distracted by the question of cornering herself.
Gita quickly restrains Risa from leaving by grabbing her back hair, making the girl grimace and scream in anger.
“Gue says, where do you get your iPhone? Do you want to take money from Pinjol using my name, to buy this iPhone? Answer a sneak, Tol*l!” Gita began to shout, her emotions instantly boiling.
“Heh! Why do you own adek hair?! Are you in your right mind?!” Shouted Ani who had just walked into the house. Immediately he pulled Gita's hand to remove the stranglehold from her son's hair.
“Oh so Mom who minjem money from pinjol to buy Risa iPhone? I know we don't have any money, my contract runs out and we're still in debt to the bank. Mommy can buy non-essential items for him!” Gita stared fiercely at her stepmother. Anger was burning at him.
For a long time, his mother was very fond of fun and boasted to neighbors. He also encouraged his father to borrow money from the bank to enlarge his workshop. Though the workshop was empty of customers, until finally it ended up out of business. Then leave the debt that Gita has to pay.
“Everything if you know you can't extend the contract, find another job! Bego has a child! Adek lo need HP so that it will not be bully temennya in school.”
“But not minjem to pinjol too, Mom! So how do we keep it going now? I don't have a job and salary anymore!”
“Ya find another job! That time should be?”
“Yes if so you are also looking for work! Don't hang living off my salary!”
Hearing the words of her stepson made Ani's heart roil hot. He feels insulted. As powerful as his hands grabbed the hair of Gita who stood looming before him. Occasionally a slap was landed on the face of his stepson, until his cheeks reddened and his lips injured by being bitten.
“Lo already feels great that I want to eat from your salary, huh?! Just this much already the same calculation Mother herself. Durhaka you're the same me! I took care of it from childhood, no thanks to me! If it feels great, go! I don't need a salary to eat! You think my money from your salary is doang?”
Ani screams hysterically and beats Gita's head. Panicked to see her mother blindly attacking her brother, Risa tries to separate them. Her mother's body she kept away and she held it all her might.
“OK. Then I'll get out of the house! Don't worry or ask for more money! Take care of each other's lives!”
Gita ran to her room, packing quickly her clothes and important items into a large bag. She did not look back or care about her mother and step-sister when she left the house.
“Mbak Gita!” Shouted Risa who was still trying to hold back her sister's departure. But Gita has set her heart to go. They were only a mother and a half-sister, having nothing to do with him after his father died.
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There is nowhere else that Gita goes but the house of Mia, her close friend since Junior High. Whenever expelled by her stepmother, Gita would take refuge in this place. Mia's father and sister had already memorized this habit. They were kind and always allowed him to stay for a while.
It used to be his father who was going to pick him up after a few days away, but now the figure is gone. 5 months ago Gita's father came home. In addition to leaving debts, he also entrusted his wife and children to Gita.
“So, bokap lo have a debt of 400 million to the bank that every month lo cicil, stepmother lo pinjem money from the pinjol, contract lo ga extended office work, and, and now you are being kicked out of the house,” said Mia summarizing the story of Gita's life in one breath.
Gita nods, then settles down on Mia's soft mattress. This room is more comfortable than his. Obviously, because Mia is one of her friends who lives well. Not rich, not poor. Just enough. The poor here are just Gita.
“Let's history lo, Git.”
“What's going to die?”
“Heh, can't do that! Pamali,” bans Mia, her hand pinches Gita's cheek. “Lo know not really, if you are cute but stern? Never skincare because they are poor. Though with a gini look and care, you can seduce the boss, so the cheating CEO kayak in the novel, or so your work girlfriend who son SCBD hits it.”
“Manager I rese, my CEO is old bangkotan, and my work is like lambe turah. Later, tomorrow's my last day of work as a SCBD boy hits. No chance of tempt and so simplify them.”
“If it cannot be simple, you deceive them.”
“Gue good people. Don't know how to fool people.”
The mobile phone voice paused their chatter for a moment. Gita checked it out immediately. Unknown number sends a message.
[+6282109xxx : Hi Gita, this is Arkian's number. I know from Rio. Tomorrow invite your team to join a farewell party with my team! I rented a big karoke place. Unfortunately, if only int. audit kid who uses. Don't pay, just calm down.]
Ah, farewell party. The most money-wasting events Gita avoids. A month ago a teammate always insinuated that he was not willing to hold a farewell event. In fact, it has become a culture there, treating the team on the last day of work. The Gita won't even buy them J.Co donut offerings as a farewell sign. He has absolutely no money.
But then Gita smiled faintly looking at the message that the new number was sending. Arkian Wibisana, audit team manager. Why would he bother to invite her to join his team's farewell show? Does he feel sorry to see Gita depressed for not being able to hold a farewell? Could be.