The Colorful Work World
Ch. First 20 Salary

What is a salary? salary is a wage that you get after successfully completing a certain job. Usually the salary is identical to that of a person working under a person or company. For example, like private employees who work under an owner-owned company.

In general, the salary is paid every month once. Either at the beginning of the month (dates 1-10) or at the end of the month (dates 25 and above). That's why today many new discounts appear on that date. They know that payday people must have a desire to use their hard-earned money.

There are also other jobs that get daily work, for example traders or other special jobs that I do not know much about.

Apart from that, as a gentle human being. The first salary should not be used all. Some should be left with some to save, then the rest for alms to others. What about you? are you the type who directly spends a monthly salary? or isn't?

“Pak Ray, sought after by TUuh. It's time for this month.” one day, a teacher gave me a message. He said there were Tu staff looking for me.

“Ok. I immediately go there” answered me while stopping my current work and then stand up to immediately go to the TU room. It's not good to keep people waiting long. That's why if we make a deal with a friend, we must always be on time. I hate to be late and wait for people to be late.

‘What's going on? oh yea. It's the beginning of the month. Could I get a salary? It doesn't feel like I've been working here for a month’’

Looking at the current date, it should be time for me to get a salary. But I didn't see any of my other friends getting envelopes. Because they have all earned their salaries through bank transfers. I myself have not deposited an account number so that I am currently unable to receive a salary via bank transfer..

I started teaching at this place in July. So at the beginning of August is the time of the first salary I get. I don't know why I'm quite stubborn when I'm going to the TU room. Because it's the first time I've earned my own hard-earned money. Not with the help of parents.

In the old school days, parents did not allow part-time work, so this was the first time I got a salary. Even though I have some exculpatory activities that make me get severance. But the amount is very small and can only be for snacks only. Cannot be as a monthly living expense.

The TU room was close to the teacher's room where I used to work. Not for five minutes, I've arrived. The door to my room knocked first, when there was an answer from inside. Then I entered slowly afraid of disturbing the person inside.

“assalamualaikum, I heard someone call me.” I opened the door slowly and closed it after entering the room.

“Iya sir Ray, here. Sign first. Then this is the envelope along with the pay slip.” Said one of the staff calling me while giving me a piece of paper stuck on an envelope.

I saw the paper with my salary for this month. The salary of a teacher comes from the number of teaching hours and other benefits. Surely the fee as a teacher for a private school like my place is not high. Only half of the UMK. At least that's what I know after searching through Google.

“Alhamdulillah, thank you ma'am. Finally can snack for this month.”  Although the amount is not much, but we still have to be grateful when getting sustenance. Can't be kufur scrumptious.

“Waiting for his contract sir Ray, first salary. Hehehe” Joked one of the staff after giving an envelope containing the salary this time.

Without further ado I paused after a brief chat with Tu's staff. Because there are still many tasks that I have to complete. While walking into the teacher's room, I've been hunting to imagine what the payday will be for this month. I'm still single so there's no need to ask my wife's permission when I'm going to use my salary. There are still no dependents so I am free to use this money anytime and anywhere.

Upon arrival in the teacher's room, I resumed my duties. I also teach as usual according to the schedule. Nothing special happened but I got a paycheck for today. At first when I came home from school I intended to go for a walk because it was payday. Suddenly I remembered the faces of my parents.

“..” While looking towards the bag that contained the envelope. I decided not to use this first salary at all. This month I'm going to hand over all the pay to my parents.

Before this intention was gone, I went straight home and headed for my parents' room. Before meeting them, I took a shower and changed clothes. It is not possible to wear a shirt at home. Both parents were surprised to see me suddenly come straight after school.

“What's up, son? tumben came home from school straight here? something to talk about” Mother as usual immediately asked what was going on. Not like my father who just greeted me and then kept quiet while watching TV. My father was as ugly as ever.

I rarely go to my room because I am lazy to meet my father. Because he usually asked me to massage his legs. Even though my own body is still crumbling from morning to afternoon. This one father is indeed less sensitive to parenting science. I also did not like my father at this moment. We used to argue a lot when I was a teacher.

As a result of often asked to step foot that I so rarely go into the parents' room. Because lazy to be told. But since this time was a special moment, inevitably I had to go into their room. There was no way I could call them from outside the room and have them face me.

“Iya ma'am, here I have a little salary for this month. I intend to give all my salary full to mom.” I said, giving the envelope to my mother. The envelope was still sealed and the contents had not been opened at all. I know the amount of the contents based on the papers I signed and the pay slip. In it is listed the total of this month's salary. But I haven't opened it myself.

Mom stares with haru at me “You're serious son? mom's really happy. May you be a sholeh child and become a successful person.”

“Alhamdulilah, the father is indeed sholeh.”

I was happy when I heard my mother take my salary. But my face was gloomy for a moment when I heard my father speak. It's been from childhood for some reason I'm upset to hear his voice. Is this a sign of a bad boy? Because every time he talks, if he doesn't talk bad, he'll tell me to do something. I almost never felt the affection of a father from him.

We never did deep talk like a wise father to his son. This moment was never in my life….Or maybe I never gave that chance to you?

After we talked for a while. I came out of my parents' room at the right moment. The moment is before being told to massage the feet of the father and before being asked about work. Those two things are the ones I least want to talk about. When people are poor at home and have fun even asked about work? Unfortunately that's what you usually ask, rarely ask about anything else.

This month's salary I've given to the parents. For the next I will still give some of my salary to them. I certainly wouldn't give it everything like this month. I also need savings for the future. This money is very unlikely to be able to pay for the services of our parents so far. As children, we should be devoted to our parents.