
Long time I sat pensively in front of the tomb of brother Vio, my only friend left, now has gone to another realm.I contemplate my fate as a carrier of pesky.
"Mama we go home yuuk", whine Arni who may have been tired of sitting continuously at the public funeral
With a step gontai kuajak abdi and arni go home to old man kak vio, but my step in intercepted the two parents of my best friend when I want to enter his house.
"Hana, don't come in this house, because you are, my son had an accident" said Vio's mother who I didn't think could say that to me who already considered him family.
"Yes howa, you don't want your bad luck anymore, go now before we act rudely" added his father Viona.
My tears no longer hold me back to hear the words of Viona's mother and father, where the day is getting dark, where I have to get more public transportation that I can ride to the city.
"Let's go, don't sting" said Viona's mother by pushing me down.
"Mamaa!", screamed the man saw me fall down.
"Let's get out of here ma" said the man who pulled my hand.
"I'm sorry Viona bu u, if anything goes wrong" I said before leaving.
"Don't apologize again the unlucky bearer get out of here" Viona's mother's hardcore.
He looked at me hatefully, making me immediately lead my two children down the street to see who knew there was a ride into town.
"Where are you?", there was a car coming near me.
"You go to the city of bang", I said.
I saw in the car there were 4 grown men who seemed to be watching me and my two children
"Let's go up, just sit in front" said the driver, while the man who had been sitting in front moved to the back.
My heart is a little relieved that it managed to get out of the village, brother Vio, who gave me no place anymore, even if only last night.
"Why did it go this afternoon ma'am?", asked the driver.
"I have interests in the city, tomorrow morning must go to the office ", I answered a little lie .
Suddenly the car broke down made me start to worry, because the car broke down in the middle of the forest where there was no house or lighting of any kind.
"Wahh his car broke down ma'am, I'm fine first yes" said the driver.
I began to fidget unsettled, I did not stop to pay attention to the men who were passengers of the car carefully, I began to guard the possibility with a gun that was once given by the late brother Anwar, to keep watch, watch,but it should not be used carelessly except in an emergency.
They didn't seem suspicious, making me start thinking positively about them.
"Alhamdulillah is done too, I'm sorry ma'am, it's been a long wait" said the driver, washing his hands with water flowing from the mountains.
"Where is this mother actually going?", asked one of the passengers who looked rather old.
"If so, the mother comes with us, we also go there ma'am, there is a location that we want to review" said the father.
"Thank you very much, sir", I said with fear
"From just now I noticed this mother seemed to be afraid of fear, do not be afraid of mom, we are from South Sulawesi, we are good people" said the father who turned out to be a good person, said,he instead gave Snack Snack and drinks to my two children, making me start thinking clearly again
Along the way we continued to chat with those who turned out to be one area with anwar, even They still have a kinship with my late husband
"Please ma'am, what is determined by the power we can not change" said the old man who always invited me to talk.
As I continued to chat, we also arrived at the small town I lived in, which I may leave tomorrow because of the unconditional work stop
"Let's stop by my house first" I said to the nice guy who had given me the ride
"Other times ma'am, we have important business" said the driver who refused when I gave the fare.
"Make her child alone ma'am" he said as I gave her the money.
It turns out that the physical does not guarantee a person's kindness, sometimes we see a slightly spooky appearance, it turns out to have a conscience, like the men who gave me a free ride earlier
"May you earn a multiplied reward" I said in my heart, praying for the good of the man.
Tonight, I packed my things, to return to my hometown in deep sorrow, it turned out that my devotion to government ended for no reason I knew.
The next day I call the usual travel also make a pick up to transport my goods quite a lot
"After I was there ma'am", said the chartered driver.
Shortly after came the pickup.Fortunately he brought his kernet that can help him transport all my stuff.
"Bu Hana, Bu hana!", shouted the sukur sir who came in front of him carrying a piece of paper.
"Bak sukur why?", I asked in wonder.
The sukur sir with a heavy breath catch his breath first, then handed him a piece of paper.
"Bu Hana, it was not fired, this is a misunderstanding" said Mr. sukur.
Hearing that, it does not make me spontaneously jump happily or happily, the paper I put in my bag.
"Sak sukur, thank you for the information, but I still go home, about being fired or not, we continue to court, tell our superiors, to remain professional in carrying out their duties" I said firmly.
I do not want to be played again by my superior, I continue to object to the realm of law.
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