The Colorful Work World
CH 2 Conflict

A day has passed since I graduated college. In document status has become a student alumni, in other words unemployment. Because right now I don't have a regular job, let alone income. I have to get a job because my parents want me to live independently as soon as possible.

“You sure you don't want to come home first to the village?”

“no ma'am, I want to start working here”

“then you be careful ya son here, do not be reckless with grandma.”

“mas morale yes find work, later adek ask ration hehehe.”

“ok. With pleasure.”

My mother and sister encouraged me to find a job here. The sisters are also eager for me to work because later they can ask for snacks. It's kind of the eyes of my second brother's duitan on this one.

“Be careful ya An, on the road if the driver is tired immediately rest first.” Greetings to my mother. My mother's name is Ana and she's in her 50s. But thankfully his body is still healthy and until now still actively working.

“Iya ma'am, titip Ray yes, if stubborn in jewer aja ears!” Joked my mother to grandma.

“Enjoy yes son. If you need anything, just ask mom. Will definitely love you later.”

“tuh right, who paid mamah again. Papah when?”

“hahaha”

We all laughed when we heard that. After finishing packing the goods. My family besides my sister who studied in Jogja all went back home. They went in a private car with a driver. Because my father was less aware of driving so he needed a driver for a long trip. My brother and I still can't do that.

Their driver is named Ubung, he still has a brother relationship with us. In addition to being a driver, he also worked in the workshop that my father had. Performance is quite alarming because this one omku often hurts the stomach so that it interferes with daily activities. Hopefully, this time the trip is healthy.

“assalamualaikum, we leave first ya”

“Be careful on road”

The family waved until the car was no longer visible. After seeing my parents leave, I continued my job searching for job openings. But apparently before I started, there was “tag” that came to me.

“again busy ngak Ray?” Tanya Tanteku Siti who is the wife of my mother's sister. She still holds the status of Widow because she passed away a year ago. I used to dislike my aunt. Especially the problem of his attitude that often rants that sometimes make no sense.

‘let alone this time my inner’ in heart.

“what's up, auntie?” With a fake smile I answered the aunt's call.

“Please make a thanksgiving invitation like Ray. Can right? You are from the computer department” Back this comment appears again. Computer graduates do not mean everything about computers. Maybe there are people who are multitalent so they can do design and programming. But generally, people only focus on one area and are less fluent in doing other things.

This time it looks like my aunt is asking for design. I'm less good at this, but because I feel bad. I'm trying to accept this task.

“Try me first aunty. If it's not difficult, it should be” when I see the example of the design that he gave. My face immediately shriveled.

‘Yes pardon, yes I have to make a good design like a gini’ invitation letter Even though I am not good at design, as far as I make a good design like this is not for a moment. It may take weeks or months to create a good design. Unless some basic design assets are in place and the designer just needs to make a few modifications.

“need for when aunt?.”

“Secapnya, tomorrow could be right? Easy kok”

‘palalo peang, very impromptu’ I think the button is still long. It turns out I have less than 2 days. Not only from the design, to print it certainly takes time because there is no printer at home. It means I only have a little time to do this.

“Gini time can't do it!!! it's a little kerjain. Tomorrow has to be!” In a stern tone he told me to make the invitation.

‘Udah ngak paid, make it maksa again, Ugh.’ My anger in my heart. But because I could not refuse the request, all I did was do the task of my aunt.

*the next day*

“Where's Ray? It's sorted out, right? Take a look at” While I was playing laptop suddenly my aunt showed up and asked me something the other day.

“Aunty, how about if gini” I said while showing my work on my laptop.

“Cock ugly anyway yes, ngak kayak invitation letter is nice”

‘sorry yes, I am not a designer’ My emotions are peaking and I really want to nag about it. But I paused my intentions and corrected what I could fix. My savior came, my sister who just finished college came and replaced me making this unclear task.

“This is why I helped”

“please yes deck. Mas confused about his salary kayak how”

After that I left my sister for a while to revise the task.

*several minutes later*

“Wih good result, ngak kayak made my sister. Computer graduates really can not design” replied my aunt after being satisfied with the work of my sister. Families who know this can only smile wryly about my tantalizing behavior on this one.

“Come Ray, join this invitation print” Tanteku again forced me to take him to print the invitation. Because today is a red date, so most printer stores are closed. Moreover, I rarely print in this area so do not know the way.

“Where the hell is this on the lid of the photopyan store, on ngak want money ya” Protest my tantik when bonceng with me.

After almost half the journey, we finally managed to find a place to print. While waiting for the results, I called my mother to report this.

“Halo son, what's up. I just met yesterday when I called again?”

“Iya ma'am, I decided to go back home” I told you everything that happened with my aunt. After patiently listening to my curses, my mother simply said.

“OK son if you want that. It was like that before. You can only be patient and resigned.” Hearing my mother's advice I was relieved and excited again. I ended up looking for the cheapest return ticket to get back to the village. But this problem is not yet resolved.

*Some days later*

A few days after finishing handing out the invitation letter and the event went smoothly. Suddenly my aunt got angry and went into the room where I was resting.

“What the fuck do you mean complain to yatti!!” Yangti is our call to a grandmother. I was surprised to find out suddenly that I knew this. I just told my mom.

“Indeed I am a widow, kept poor without a job and husband. Why why! Just keep talking to me, I don't care!” No matter how angry. I finally answered the truth about what happened. I also found out that it was from my mother's mouth that she told my other tanti and finally reached Yangti's ears.

After listening to my reasoning he just fell silent and walked out of the room.

“haaah...” I can only sigh after this incident. Indeed, if people say instead of waiting for parents to change, it is faster to wait for him to immediately return to his creator. Fortunately, in the future I will not meet with my aunt this one every day.

*Connected*

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