Terror Use
chapter 43

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the old me is not the one now

I was kicked in the first place now, baby

I used to suffer

now I'm happy.....

I opened my eyes that I had closed before, not sleep, just deliberately closed my eyes because I did not want to see on the right left of the road that there was always an apparition ,

why also can I return to see the invisible, even though I have not been able to see them for a long time.

I looked me in the direction of the voice of the little boy who sang with a colleague from the bottle cap, while the other boy walked for payment using plastic used snacks.

My heart was filled to see her , how not at such a small age they were already looking for their own money even though by busking, at the time when children their age had to play with their peers ,but they've had to find it hard to make money, how lucky I am to never be in their position .

"O Allah forgive me for all this time I have always complained and never felt grateful for what I have all this time" I said in my heart

I waved my hand at the boy who was carrying the plastic to get closer to me, I put 50 thousand bills into the plastic he was carrying , staring at the wonder of the boy saying

"sister is mostly, I don't have his change "he said plainly

"it's nothing ko, it's all for you for your friends too , sorry yes there's only this" I said with a smile

"but ka"his sergeant

"just accept it" I said again

The boy nodded with a smile, he said

"thank you brother, sister is good and beautiful, may you always be happy and the money you give me may be replaced with more" he prayed for me

"amin ...iya the same, thank you also for wishing to pray brother" said I rubbed his head

The bus stopped , some passengers got off and replaced by other passengers who boarded , as well as the two children earlier ,Hell got off the bus I was riding , yes now I am on the bus, on my way to Jakarta .

After a month I waited for news from my father, finally my father contacted me that there was a job vacancy for me, and immediately I set out not to waste the opportunity.

Quite a long trip also, maybe because I am the first time to Jakarta so feel the journey feels long.

I closed my eyes again, when I accidentally saw a figure in red on the right side of the road, until I did not feel I was asleep.

I blinked my eyes as I thought the bus was stopping and there was a boisterous sound, and the noise of screaming mingled with the earthy sound of the vehicle.

"terminal ..terminal.." the sound of the bus's clapping rang out loud

I got up from my seat and got out of the bus, I saw my father was near the bus looking left right looking for me .

I walked closer to my father, but seeing that my father was not aware of my existence, I stood beside my father who was still in a daze looking for me, until I finally called him.

"who's dad looking for? " i said to rebuke her

"God is You Nuri, father to not recognize you, when the father was looking at you" said father amazed to see my appearance wearing a hijab, I just smiled in response to him.

"yes let's get out of here" said the father and grabbed a large tote bag containing my clothes

We also passed to the stop to wait for the angkot, we sat with some people who were also waiting for the angkot ,until finally the angkot came and I was also the father and some people were riding the angkot.

Turns out it takes twice to get to work dad, why to work dad ? that's because you live there and I'm going to live with you, I was looking for a contract but you wouldn't let me.

I circled my gaze, staring at the towering buildings on my left right side, the congested highway by its many vehicles such as cars, car ,angkot , & car ,the motorbike is also a bus that applies tares, hot, and tight because the smell of exhaust fumes also makes me a little dizzy and nauseous ,what else in the plus the noise of traffic with the sound of a simple horn .

Until I finally arrived at my father's workplace, the yard was wide, as soon as the entrance to the gate there was a pungent smell I don't know what it stinks , along my feet stepped many gazes fixed in my direction, some were whistling, some were greeting my father and asking about me.

On my right left side lined with semi-finished cabinets, there are many polishing putups in some parts , there is also a middle in the vacuum ,it turns out that the pungent smell came from the putty material was also from a spray spray spray on the closet as well as some chairs and others.

"waahh.ini his son yes pa Maman "said a man who was emptying the closet.

"iya Dung, my son "says a proud father to a man whose age may be the same age as my older cousin

"ish dad" exclaimed I'm ashamed of pulling my shirt down

"yes, I'm beautiful, baby, I've been married, if not"

"what, you want what ? don't mess with you yeah, it's good to be married, married , what cat, married times" daddy's sergeant

"hahaha yes no, people only joke, even if I am still alone, not necessarily your child wants to be with me, just look at her who is beautiful like this and me who is round like this, which is suitable, right mmm.." she said looking at me.

"Nuri, "my mouth

"nah Nuri really "asked her

I just smiled in response to her

"had your heart melted see en'neng smile" he said again

"introduce the name of Abang, Dudung "his words introduce themselves

Dad took me back to walk more inside again, after passing through several rooms and greeting the ones we met finally I arrived in front of my father's room, there are many room doors that are neatly lined up like a contract, I think.

Dad's room is not so big nor so small, but enough for both of us, with 2 folding mattresses, inside there is also a dispenser, and tv, until the wardrobe is quite comfortable.

I also lay my body on a folding mattress to straighten my waist, the taste is ,cape and achy , so it does not feel I even overslept ....

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