Cross Wedding
Field Work Practice
Aa dito began to disappear from my life, whether he was busy what he was, maybe because soon the National Examination.months never go nilly again, making me a regular life alone again, he said, it's my destiny in solitude.the housemaid now does not stay just come to do homework and go home, my sisters still like always love me if there is no mother, but my sisters still love me, but my two younger brothers started to have their own world maybe because they have started to get teenagers, sometimes they still meet me in the back room.
Today is the first day of my PKL and my team we are PKL in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.one of my friends omnya work here.in front of the lobby I met with my senior Setyawan his name...I don't know too well but he is quite famous he is a member of IRM (Muhammadiyah Youth Association)
"assalamualaikum"
"waaliakum greetings "we answered almost simultaneously
"mo PKL?"
"yes" answered eko
"why brother?" ask eko
"there needs to be the same mamah, first yaa...oh yes say the same axa do not duck any emang any money that says what?"
it's really good that he sneered at me until he laughed so clearly...
We PKL for 3 months the office atmosphere is not saturated, a lot of joking laughter can even be said to be serious,,, it means that the work here is delicious, like, butiiiii if you are busy again a lot of work must be all so tense, I am a school majoring in Accounting but in practice I am even input data.very far ah it is important to be PKL, PKL, Nyari place for PKL is difficult half to die, now it has been served ajalah.
"axa, what grade school are you in?" mom mona.ya mother mona my boss in this office.
"later if you have graduated from work school here aja yes, nyambi college"
"can you do that, ma'am?"
"of course you can axa, I like you, kalem ga a lot of talk, Your mother must be proud of you son"
Mother..everyone I meet must be a mother called.His mother is proud.His mother is great.....whatever I do, mother who gets compliments, the world seems unfair to me...Mother only gave birth to me, mother never gave me rights, even mother left me after I was born, in my blood there is no mother breast milk, mother let me support my sisters, she said, the mother who never wanted to see my face, the mother who accepted me because of the payment from my om.
cukuup.cukuuup I do not want to hear the name of the mother again.for you my mother is great.only me and God know how and who the mother.
Lunch time came I did not have money, my stomach has not filled 3 today, I ngirit for the cost of PKL. and while I did not work in the Garment. mother forbid me to eat home food. Ditoooooo.bila no where he. astagfirullah.
Alhamdulillah Azan dzuhur, rushed me to the mosque office is located next to the building.wudhu water seeped in my pores cold, cool peaceful
"we worshipers yes xa.."so what
my thumb lifted the sign iyya, finished the congregation of eco to the cafeteria obviously I refused if I go to the canteen I go home on foot dong. I do what is the content of free time.read the Quran aja deh. how many verses read that came near me
"we eat" that voice....
