Wife Trash Is Now Diamond
This Is How It Feels to Be Poor

"Cassandra!" call Safira.

"I'll be there. Thank you Safira" said Cassandra.

Safira. He patted Cassandra's arm.

"May all be well" Safira said.

Cassandra nodded. Then he left the place. He walked towards the principal's room. Cassandra knocked on the door. Once allowed, go inside. In his heart he said Basmalah. Cassandra's a little worried. In any case the rumors of the raid on him and Agam Santer were heard until school.

"Assalamu'alaikum," said Cassandra.

"Wa'alaikumsallam" said the middle-aged man. His name was Umar Sodikin. Head of Nusa Bangsa Elementary School. Inside the room was the vice principal as well. His name is Zaenab Rohayati. They were both very respected in school. Cassandra respected him too. Not because of position but because they are good and responsible.

"Wa'alaikumsallam" added Zaenab.

"Sit Cassandra!" tell Umar.

Cassandra nodded. He sits on the couch. Cassandra took a deep breath. He gave everything to Allah SWT. He believes everything is arranged by Him.

"Cassandra, my intention and purpose is to call you to my room to discuss the gossip that is widely spread outside" said Umar.

"Cassandra Yes. We as the school are a little disturbed. Because they relate the gossip to the image of our school" Zaenab added.

"I can understand that. What happened yesterday must have tarnished the good name of the school" said Cassandra.

"We don't actually believe the rumors. Moreover, we have known you for a long time. It's just that we're under the auspices of an educational institution. Gossip like this can drop the credibility of teachers who should be a good example and role model" said Umar. Umar personally believed in Cassandra, only that she was a high-ranking leader in school. He had to think about the good name and continuity of his school. School progress and community trust depend on their performance during the lead.

"Cassandra Yes. If the community is hesitant and afraid to send their children to school because of this gossip will certainly harm our school. In addition, the rules must be enforced. What happened to you indirectly affects the norms that exist in our society" Zaenab added. Just like Umar, he also had to decide on behalf of the school. The place works and leads.

"I have been sincere with the decision that will be issued by Mr. Umar and Ms. Zaenab. I know anything is for the common good" Cassandra replied. He knew where the two of them were going. Cassandra's been preparing her mentality.

"Thank you Cassandra, you already understand our position. That's why we're gonna respectfully dismiss you. May Allah give you a much better job than this" Umar said.

"Together Sir, amen," said Cassandra. He is just a man who plans. But God still determines. Wherever he is and works God will always be with him. It doesn't matter who he is or how much he practices. God will not abandon his servant.

"Cassandra, forgive us, will you? This decision must be chosen for the benefit of many people" said Zaenab.

"Yes ma'am, I can understand." Cassandra knew it wasn't always going to go her way. Sometimes it hurts and makes her cry.

"Thank you for all the knowledge and opportunities that my father and mother have given me over the years. I am glad I can teach here. Moreover, the children are fun," said Cassandra.

Umar and Zaenab nodded. They don't want Cassandra fired. The beautiful woman was very kind and sholeha.

Cassandra came out of the principal's room. His body feels weak. Cassandra no longer has a job. Moreover, his financial condition is not good.

"Yes Allah is a sincere servant. If this is my destiny. Give me the strength and patience to get through it all! Do not leave your servants if they leave me, O Allah! Because I know You are always there for me" Cassandra said. He walked with a heavy heart. Now Cassandra has to look ahead. He believes that when one door is closed, other doors are opened.

"Cassandra!" call Safira.

Cassandra. He saw his best friend approaching him.

"Safira!" cassandra Sahut.

"Hows it? What did Mr. Umar talk to you about?" ask Safira.

"We're sitting there Safira!" take Cassandra while pointing at the chair near the corridor pole.

Safira. They both sat in chairs. Cassandra looked gloomy despite trying to smile.

"Cassandra, does this have anything to do with the gossip spreading here?" ask Safira.

"Yes, it looks like I have to find a new job" Cassandra replied.

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi roji. Patience with Cassandra. I believe Allah has prepared the best for you" Safira said.

"Amin, thank you Safira" said Cassandra. He tried to smile. Even though his heart is sad.

"What's your plan now?" ask Safira.

"Not yet, but I'll find another job" Cassandra replied.

"How about you work at my uncle's sembako agent?" ask Safira.

"There's a vacancy?" ask Cassandra back.

"There is a cashier or a stylist" Safira replied.

Cassandra's speechless.

"His salary is the same as working here. You can even eat" added Safira. He's trying to help Cassandra. Safira knew her best friend Cassandra was in trouble.

"I talked to my husband first, huh?" Cassandra.

"Yes, I'll share the address when you're okay" Safira replied.

Cassandra nodded.

"Thank you Safira" said Cassandra.

Safira. Then hugged Cassandra.

Cassandra. Sapphira is a good friend who is always there in every difficulty.

In different places Agam walked from one place to another. Now finding a job without his diploma is hard. People won't believe he graduated from S2 abroad. Moreover, the appearance of Agam who only wore t-shirts and cargo pants. He's just a captive material. Agam was desperate. He really doesn't know what to do.

"Then how can I live? To get a job is difficult" complained Agam. He remembered when he was still upstairs. He was once an angry job applicant who was just a high school graduate.

"It's a big company. Without a good education and the best skills you can't work here. I won't let you work for my company. I just need smart, well-educated employees." Those words ring in Agam's ears. Now he feels how difficult it is to find a job with self-modalization. Without his S2 degree. He is just dust that has no price.

Sitting under a tree. He was tired of coming here. His stomach was hungry and his throat thirsty. Agam noticed the lulu lalang people. Some people looked begging and some picked up junk items in the trash. I was silent thinking about that.

A few hours passed. Cassandra sat in her contract. She had prepared an afternoon meal for her husband and a glass of warm tea that was still in the plastic. Cassandra hopes Agam comes home fast so that the tea does not cool.

Czech ...

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Agam.

"Wa'alaikumsallam" said Cassandra. The beautiful woman came to Agam. He kissed her hand.

"You're home too?" ask Agam.

Cassandra nodded. She noticed her husband's dirty and smelly body. Sweat filled his body as well.

"Girl, are you tired?" ask Cassandra. He touched the cheek of the handsome man.

"Yes, so the poor turned out to be tiring" replied Agam.

Cassandra smiled.

"I'm getting the bath water ready, right?" Cassandra.

Glamour closed the door. Then hugged Cassandra from behind.

"Game," said Cassandra surprised.

"Don't my face stink?" ask Agam.

Cassandra nodded.

Agam smelled Cassandra's cheeks and inhaled a fragrant aroma in her long hair.

"Games" said Cassandra. He felt a little strange.

Cassandra turned. He touched both of his cheeks.

"Why?" ask Cassandra.

"I can't be worthy of you Cassandra. I'm just trash" replied Agam.

"Who said it wasn't worth it and rubbish? You're my husband. We're gonna get through this together" Cassandra said.

Agam's eyes glazed. Is it true that the woman in front of him wants to live a difficult life? I know a lot of women out there. They want a stable life. No one wants to start from zero.

Cassandra approached and kissed Agam. Instead Agam replied. Then carrying Cassandra into the toilet.

"What do you want?" ask Cassandra.

Agam just smiled.

A few moments later they both smiled out of the toilet. Agam holds Cassandra's hand.

"I'm hungry, is there any food for me?" ask Agam.

"There, I've prepared," replied Cassandra.

Agam and Cassandra enter the front room. They sit together. Agam continued to stick near Cassandra.

"Good, don't you just think it's this?" ask Cassandra. Rice with potluck side dishes. Just eggs, tempeh and stir-fry chickpeas.

"Sir papa, I'm getting used to being poor. Although this sucks," replied Agam.

Cassandra smiled.

"Then we eat!" take Cassandra.

Agam.

They both prayed and ate well. Especially Agam. He had not eaten yet. The food tasted so good. Though only with potluck dishes. He's like a man who hasn't eaten in days.

"Well, is it good?" ask Cassandra. She knew her husband must not be used to eating potluck but from the way her husband ate it so enjoyed the food.

"It turns out that good taste comes when we are hungry and have no money" replied Agam.

Cassandra smiled. It is delicious more often felt by people who are deficient. Even the food will taste good. Not because of the price or quality but a sense of gratitude and sincerity that makes everything feel good and delicious.

After eating Agam stick to Cassandra. He took his wife and hugged her from behind.

"Cassandra, this is for you" said Agam giving the money in his pocket to his wife.

Cassandra took the money. Recreational but quite a lot.

"Agam, have you got a job?" ask Cassandra.

"I have money, so I have money" replied Agam.

"What job?" ask Cassandra.

Sickly silent for a moment. Should he tell Cassandra?