Diary My School [S1-S2]
Son's Heart Voice: Class 2 Cha. 4

"Take Mr. San to my house this morning, I wait !!". Pinta I voiced from via phone.

"Good". The answer from there that I have made sure the office.

After disconnecting the phone, I put it back and asked my housekeeper to put it in its original place.

This morning, I was wearing a practice shirt with the sales nationality: yellow and black school pants. Now I have started my breakfast voraciously even though my disappointment still lingers.

Papi and Mami have gone to work since morning, I do not care about their circumstances as well as their whereabouts. Most importantly they do not forget where the right place to go home.

It didn't take long, when the last mouthful I started bribing someone had arrived at my house. Mr. San is an assistant I trust to take care of everything during my school days.

"For Master". His broom stood firm beside me.

"Morning, have you had breakfast?". I asked to take more rice and side dishes in front of me.

"Already Master". Answer stung.

I glanced at his body carefully. "Eat, I'll talk if you want to eat with me". My insinuation. If you answer me already or have not eaten, I will still tell him to have breakfast with me.

The well-dressed man moved from his silence and sat opposite me, taking the rice as well as the side dishes prepared. I caught a glimpse, like he lied to me that he hadn't had breakfast.

"Listen yes, I'd like to ask you a favor but this is our secret". I said opening my voice.

******

Today is my last day in the warehouse section, my morning routine has been done according to the instructions of the supervisor does not know himself. I don't know why I can take an employee whose job isn't serious.

From a distance I was completely swearing in my heart in this kind of clothes I could not deny his commands even emotions.

Day break time begins time to recharge with the food available and now it's the warehouse section. Each section has a rest period each can not all employees break together.

"All right, before you eat I'll tell you that there's a new policy from the president". The screech is in front of us. We were standing in line to pick up lunch plates.

"Policy?". Said someone.

"Today I will give one paper and a marker to each worker". Obviously and the chefs gave us the paper. "Please write the name of the food as well as the drinks you want or like but the amount is limited to only 3". His finger gave the number three code.

"We're playing this game again?". Someone is whispering.

"Please write ! And from your three menus, I will take the most votes and then I will present when you eat later". Added again.

It turned out that everyone was very passionate about the policy, thank God they liked it. I smiled and looked for Mr. San and he was standing in the corner, my thumb pointing.

"Great work!". I said without a sound.

"Put, write down your favorite food why daydream?". Her nudge.

" Eh, yes". My answer was to write.

After writing, we again lined up regularly and gave the paper to the head chef.

Now it's my turn. "It". I put it in a big basin then with the plate still in hand, we took lunch and bribed it while the smile continued to be beautifully painted.

"Eh, isn't that pampering them too much sir?". Ask Mr. San to me.

"I don't spoil anyone but I want them to be comfortable working in that place, from their history haven't they worked long enough?". I finished my breakfast.

"alright". Answer's short.

"And one more?". I said glancing at Mr. San who was preparing food but stopped.

"His policy is somewhat more democratic to hear our opinion". Another employee friend commented.

I hope what I'm doing is right at least they survive working here. If I suddenly raised their ranks, there might be someone who protested bluntly.

I devoured feed after mouthful of food that was served completely without a single piece left behind. I'm looking for my main target in the dining room but it's not visible.

Before long I had returned to work with the others, the stomach was so full and the energy was restored. Drowsiness anyway, but I have to be strong to take overtime to all learn my own business.

"Where's your supervisor?".Ask someone from the warehouse door.

I glanced, my mind came back fiery as if it had started the main event. I followed some of the workers who approached their assistant boss. The woman he was looking for walked over to him.

"What's up, sir?". Ask wonder.

"I'm disappointed in your work, look at this". Someone behind Mr. San gave the woman a tablet.

His eyes I saw enlarged maybe it could have been a second it fell down even his mouth rounded big like a shock.

"Is your job less?". Ask the woman. He just looked down, probably already knowing where his mistake lay. "We're good steps down, talking about your new assignment". Mr. San said showing the way out of the room.

"I'm sorry, I don't play mobile constantly". Said pleading.

Someone broke through my sight, and it was the man I used to call sister. "I'm sorry my wife, she really doesn't play cell phones". The objection.

I tangent, there is a word wife in the sentence was denied earlier. "Wife?". Mumbles.

"I'm sorry, he just received our son's video call. That's it, nothing more". He let the woman stand behind his back.

"But regulations remain regulations, mobile phones are banned from working activities". Sela.

"Wife? You two married couple?". Manyau approaching. Why am I the only one who looks surprised? Why aren't they?!.

A man named Reno looked over. "Yes, she's my wife". Back to glancing at Mr. San and ignoring me. "I'm sorry, I'll replace my wife's punishment".

"Why?". Ask again.

"She's pregnant young, please let her work sitting here watching her workers". His impact convinced us.

Mr. San looked confused, I squinted my eyes while thinking a little what decision was worth it. "Who have you been video calling all this time?". Ask again.

The atmosphere became quiet, the woman named Rini out of the protection of the husband. He tried to grab his phone which happened to be vibrating.

And it seems obvious, Mr. San and I were wrong today. He was not playing but again contacted his son who apologized that the child was a female with mental and physical limitations.

Somehow it felt awkward like this, like someone slicing an onion near me. Don't you, Mr San?!. The explanation was clear enough for me to consider it again.

"Then why did you tell your wife that was weird to me?". I'm still tangent.

"I'm sorry we had a little squabble". Sincerely speaking.

I shook my head to let them in for a moment, I took a step back and took my phone to tell Mr. San my plan.

*******

Tomorrow I move to the lower floor, here the place is quite cool and certainly will not be hot. This floor is special for clothing equipment as well as other accessories.

I've asked Mr. San to move me to the boutique section which is rumored to be famous for the service route here.

Especially today I dress up neatly using a black white shirt and a suit as the exterior, because this part is very important. Rapi is also interesting and then stands in front greeting the visitors who will come.

"Son come here you !!". Tell me who waved.

"You stand here, watch what the others work like. Learn and follow". Tell it to me and the sound is not wrong, swell my eardrum.

The mothers went somewhere, I stood in their place and welcomed them as they did.

"Bak, it's paying there, right?". One woman asked the other woman which one of my employees was.

I lyrics until the forehead blends together and my eyes shrink.

"That's there, don't you see?". Ocehnya pitched judes.

Is that a new promotional style? Is Indonesia not known as the most friendly and smiling country? Is the woman toothless to the point of not being able to smile? It's totally not right.

"Mas, the fitting room is full. Is there no more dressing room?". Another customer asked me to bring some clothes.

I just smiled for a second, the woman beside me has already acknowledged her. "There is no ! If it does not fit in the exchange body that fits". The answer is again sadistic tone is more sadistic than psychopathic women.

"Eh, thank you". He went away, put the clothes in any place and came out of the boutique.

"Basar don't know himself, where to take it back there. Make the job go !". Ocehnya muttered, I heard clearly that long sentence.

How surprised I would be if all the female employees here were all the same nature, judes and jutek no smile ! Especially the cashier, I listened silently to how strange the service here is.

I sighed heavily watching every day with a crumpled face. Fortunately, the hours worked here are not as tired as in the warehouse yesterday.

With resignation, I follow this unique system of workers until my time here is up. And strangely there are those who shop with this bad service.

After work I went back to discussing work with Mr. San. We talked about some of the boutique shops that were there.

"Please prepare a vote on the customer after they shop". Tell him again.

"Good". Submissive politely.

"In return, give a parcel or souvernir from this supermarket like a mascot or something that many like". Obviously added.

The little meeting was over at 9pm and I must have left the rest to one Mr. San.

And finally voting began approximately 3 weeks according to the time I served here. The results of the vote have been explained by Mr. San and make me tangent.

"ButikQ gained the most votes because their goods were of the number one quality". The Jeda. "While other boutiques are superior in the service field".

"Did you tell them to serve like that?". Ask her.

"No, it's not me in power but maybe the designer himself intervened". Added again.

"Tell the designer, we can't make the reputation of this business bad. At least improve their services if not better return their rent during this time". My words explained, not that I was afraid of loss. It feels less afdol only if parents buy in welcome with a scary face like a ghost.

I left that place with the same circumstances to let Mr. San work wisely.

Next, the top floor, namely the roof cafe. As the name implies, this is just a cafe nuanced young people with a variety of menu offerings. It is only open from afternoon until night.

I breathed a sigh of relief, did not have to wake up in the morning again and could rest for a while in the room to relax my sore muscles. But if calculated, the rest of my PKL time is not long and my task is still a lot of reports.

"How's it?".I asked to wash my face, dunking my face on the pillow.

After a few minutes I received a phone call from Heru, actually I wanted to sleep so it was not because this child told me something that I did not expect.

I'm here not thinking about turning around and still liking him and he's having fun with the other guy there. Not necessarily also the man was good because the introduction limit was only three months.

I turned off Heru's phone line and immediately asked the person concerned. Honey I'm back to remembering something like that important thing I've forgotten.

"Gosh, isn't Ayu's birthday?". My grouse.

How to celebrate if the birthday is far away. I immediately put the phone in my ear waiting for Ayu to make a sound.

Stella Ayu Wijaya: Why Put?

Son of Faithful Great: Are you naughty there? Heru told me.

Stella Ayu Wijaya: What does she know?

The Son of Faithful the Great: If you are asked quickly to the same people. What is the fate of both of us.

Stella Ayu Wijaya: What is Put? There's nothing like that.

Great Faithful Son: Watch out for lies !!!

Stella Ayu Wijaya: You no longer work?

Faithful Son: Not this ! Oiya, your gift will be waiting to go home

Stella Ayu Wijaya: What gift? Today I got a gift of 2 tablets from a guy here.

(It just so happens to be the same again birthday today,😑 )

The Son of Faithful: Hah. What !

Stella Ayu Wijaya: Hp equal apple doll.

The Son of the Faithful: Asem. Get stuck first !

Stella Ayu Wijaya: Hahahaha. Ah I want to

Faithful Son of the Great: Mojok?!

"Who's yu who's calling?". That voice was heard by me.

"AGHHHHH !!".

Faithful Son of the Great: Why yu?

" Who the hell is calling?". Ask again.

Faithful Son of the Great: The voice of the man where it-is

"Damn, my phone's turned off just like that". Umpatku annoyed. Like he was having fun there.

*******

I did the role of the PKL child well and tried my best because this is my business as well. Even the PKL report that I had not touched, now gradually filled and arranged.

Hoping to get this all done and get back to school, I miss him. On the phone sometimes difficult either because anything may be busy or exhausted.

Today Mr. San gave a surprise to all employees who work, with my school PKL dress stellan now I walk in front of him.

We visited the warehouse first, where I learned a little from Reno. I didn't play the drama but this time I introduced myself as their big boss.

Not to forget also a boutique with rumors and bad issues is now no longer there, he said, because they kept maintaining the unusual service, I finally returned all the money not to land in my place.

And finally after the PKL period with the faces of the employees so shocked by my introduction.

" Include this....".