My in-laws are my rivals
chapter 7 (msh flashback and new story)

I really decided not to go back to work at the Amah's house.First work experience as a PUK (mortgage and kerik workers).has been enough in my opinion.and do not want to live it again.

There is sometimes a sense of kangen the same atmosphere in the shop amah.....

although hot.sumpek and tiring.but many interesting memories with fellow Amah officers there.ci Hana and ci Vera who look jutek but actually good and sincere.The Abang2, and mamang2, the, frenetic and humorous, also not to forget the most memorable is to a sweet young man, who is always attentive and patient to me.heri...

but if you have to go back to having a tiring night2 as a masseuse.I actually2 already do not want.not only my hands are cramping.My waist also feels willing to break every time it runs out...

I looked at my well-arranged High School diploma on my study table. letters of good behavior.Pas photos of me vary in size, and surat2 other job application equipment.rapi arranged in a red map...

now it seems useless after I know if there is no courage, dexterity, intelligence to communicate on the field and also there is no adequate relationship to get info2 job..my case of being a kerik masseuse is one example.because it is too high to expect and just wait for people who say they can find a job..but the reality on the ground is not as imagined...

after all this time I was unemployed at home.bapak arrived2 there was a job call in town D, I heard that my father wanted to go to the capital.soon asked my father to let me participate..I want to try to find my own job there.who knows there is good luck.my high school diploma that is still unemployed can be useful.

it's not a job like before...Tah why if I remember my work . I was upset myself.such as feeling futile father and mother spent a lot of money sending me to high school but the diploma was not even used..can pijit can be kerik.uda immediately accepted work.when I should not think like that..not taking the property of others or cheating others must be lived and grateful with sincerity....

long story short I finally set off again to the capital with my father, when my feet arrived back where I dlu once incense.Just a flash of memory when Heri drove me to the station is reflected in my mind.....but soon I brushed off the shadow and determined to be able to get a better job with a bigger salary than before of course.

Get off the train station.bapak and I take a metromini bus to the city of D. The journey takes about 2 hours to finally reach the city terminal D...after using a small public transportation to a newly built housing....

I am very lucky and grateful to have a father who is very patient and reliable like the father.never once I heard the father talking rude let alone play hands during the household with the mother..never once had I as his daughter been beaten violently or hit either slowly, or hard from him.

" nduk for a while.you live in this house first yes .said the foreman father.this house can be occupied kok.ini uda so only that his property is still quite long moved here" said the father, said,when we arrived at a minimalist but nice house.there were 2 bedrooms. 1 bathroom, there was a living room..and the kitchen at the back.seen the backyard is still empty and there are 2 leftover sand and other building materials.the house is completely finished.only still true2 empty.there is not a single chair in it..

" yes sir" I answered briefly.then stepped into a room that td father put our backpack.Pelan I lay down my body.my head rested on a backpack bag father a little smaller..because my father did not bring much clothes.

Middle asleep in the dream.tiba2 I feel someone patting2 cheeks slowly.then sound father "nduk.nduk.wake up first.it there is father Tarno with his family..that's who owns this house.they are visiting see his house" said my father slowly..

"Anak2 try to explain.why Mr. Deni among the terrain.jakarta.palu...bali..the other Mr. Deni wants to come and expand his business.but kok in Palu he instead shouted2 in pain.....ga mau.ga sudi.kanya".askan pak Darno at that time.we who were seriously following his lesson was true2 ga found the reason.so finally pak Darno answered his own question..

"the wong is hammered...yo sick to yooo.kepentok the edge of the table aja suakitnya until the tip of brutu.lah this hammered..piye too" said Mr. Darno while putting up a face melas and hilarious.serempak us one room was laughing at the joke.behad pak Darno when teaching.sometimes serious sometimes interspersed with entertainment..

I saw him sitting cross-legged on the floor with a yellow mother2 Langsat.See at once I saw like brother and sister of Pak Tarno, Tarno, because their faces at a glance look similar.but I'm sure it must be his wife.then there are 2 daughters sitting with them.one wearing a hijab.and I see, his age is a little older than me....maybe her age in the late teens.and there is another sweet girl about 16 years old.cut hair straight waist.Those who saw my arrival with the father immediately stood up and greeted us..it's just like me and the father who owns the house.and they're guests....

"oh this is his son father Herman.seumuran sister cindi ya bu" asked Pak Tarno to my father.then turned to his wife and eldest son..oh it turns out that the son of a hijab-wearing Tarno named cindi, I saw the wife of Mr. Tarno and a girl named Cindi nodded and smiled

" yes, Mr. Tarno .sorry before sir, my son and I blm ask permission to rest at home this father, I td fit until only the same permit the foreman" replied the father while explaining.

" No papa pak Herman.i do not mind kok.but ngomng-ngomng.kok pak.maaf whose name is.can be here with the father" asked Pak Tarno again.

pak for a moment turned to me, then answered the question of Mr. Tarno "His name is Wulan pak.hmm.ini.my son deliberately followed me because all of you want to find a job sir..if the intention is tomorrow I want to send him to the city center or to area2 factory for taro application, so sir".

mr. Tarno and his family were seen to hear the explanation of the father, I who was sitting next to the father just silent while occasionally justifying my sitting position...

" hmmm.gimana if Wulan temporarily join us in the city of C.ga so far from this housing.upon public transportation 2 times has arrived, rather than here..father also has to work.nah.accidentally this is my first child to work in the office.later if there is a vacancy in his office..Wulan can participate in the input of his application paper.iya kak cindi" Pak Tarno again asked questions and looked at the cindi of his first child..

I saw Cindi smiling and nodding, then the wife of Mr. Tarno named Bu Tari.ikut chimed in "right sir Herman.dek Wulan.com just go to my house first yes.pity... in this house is also still empty.blm there is a bed.time sleep on the floor so.later catch a cold.not even be able to find work anyway"

You look at me.as if waiting for my opinion.I am still embarrassed and hesitant still silent and thinking...But at first glance td I heard brother cindi work in the office.eh who knows my fate can join him work in the office also yes.although I am also not sure.whether it might be possible after a few minutes..I also raise my voice

" well sir.bu.I want to join.later I can do the work of the house or bele2 yes sir..Ma'am.let me not just ride" I said with a little nervous.maclum.I was so if faced with someone I just met..still missing even though it has worked in a place that many people before....

after the meeting earlier.akhrnya I say goodbye to the father to join the family of Mr. Tarno, there is an uncomfortable and heavy feeling of having to come to the house of Mr. Tarno, separated from the father..but soon I strengthened my heart and intention to get the job I expected.let alone Mr. Tarno said no longer will also move to the house....most stay about one month ga until because the old house.the rent time is also about to run out.staying plan2in barang2 to be taken to the new house.

the car that brought the family of Mr. Tarno and I slowly2 out of the courtyard of the house to the exit of the residential gate...I'm sure the father shed tears.I who saw it increasingly feel tight my chest.so dear and concern my father to me.The only daughter he always prayed for his success and happiness..I just kept quiet and answered as necessary when there was one family member Pak Tarno asked..Dear God.I surrender to You for a new path of fate that I will go through in the house of Pak Tarno's family.Hopefully I can and strong..