Chapter 10-GOOD THINGS COME JUST IN THEIR TIME

AMESHA

The distinctive sound of gamelan and tinkling marks exactly 12 noon. I don't know every morning at 06.00 when the sun is still sleepy, in broad daylight and in the evening at 06.00 the sound of the sound system rattling knocks on my eardrums. It was prayer time, he said. I don't know, I don't really want to know and don't want to be told.

When your eyes try to close, hoping to dissolve into the softness of the pillow. But, you can't. Hot air makes the crown of the head feel burning. Sweat was pouring out, like he had been jogging. Imagine being able to walk at Double Six or shop at Hypermall. Is it fun? Wherever you go, just swipe your debit card. With a fashionable bag, carried like a social gathering lady; it contained make-up, a wallet, a sophisticated smartphone and hopefully no bombs.

Opening the shiny sunglasses, you must have your own house with complete facilities. Full AC, wi-fi, tube shower, housekeeping assistant and I just sat there. The position is no longer employee, owner. Meetings here, meetings there, traveling abroad. Well, if the problem of a life partner is easy. It's important that I can get everything to make my grandmother and my best friend happy. Spend extravagantly on shopping, or have luxury facilities. Can't get work yet, life is unclear. Still asking here and there.

"Hadeh, Amesha. When will you stop your hobby of daydreaming in broad daylight! Answer me," yes, no one will answer. I'm talking to the wall.

The ringtone of an incoming call penetrated between her ears. Finally I woke up from my dream, got up and took my cellphone on the table.

"Good afternoon, this is true with Amesha mother!" he asked at the end of the voice.

"Yes, that's right," answered as calmly as possible.

"Please come here at 14.00 to meet the Supervisor, okay?"

"After that what should I bring?" I feel happy.

"Just bring a photocopy of your KTP, we'll be waiting!" while closing the connection from there.

"Yes sir!" instead there was a disconnection sound.

This was one of 9 applications submitted, only one of whom called. I'm confused about finding clothes to choose from. There are no white clothes. Wow, so confused. I saw clothes hangers on the clothesline. Wow, there's a target. But, whose? It flashed to look right-left--Safe. The intention is to borrow it for a while. Just hold the tip of the pin.

"Sis... why are you holding my clothes?" shouted one of the 15 year olds.

"Eu, I want to tidy it up," I now approached the cute figure. Bring your mouth slightly closer to his ear. Whispering something that made his eyebrows furrow and then smile.

"Yes! That's fine, sis, if you want to do school for one week, that's fine too!"

"Well, I'm just borrowing it for a moment. "I'll turn it around this afternoon," my eyes blinked once.

"Want to borrow it until the afternoon, no problem, Sis! "My room is over there," he pointed his finger towards the right corner.

"Okay! Have fun studying, bro!" My hands had already carried away his white clothes. Residual heat adheres to white clothes, no need for ironing. Just given the perfume, I rushed to get my trousers behind the door. Complete. Just take a shower, beautify yourself and change costumes.

Slow motion movement of someone who wants to meet an important person. Everything must appear optimal, not missing a single detail. Look in front of the mirror, beautiful and neat. If only Grandma saw me right now. He must have smiled with pride when he saw his grandson who was growing up.

"Go, grandpa! I'm fine here alone. Don't forget to pray and stop by this rickety hut. "I don't need a sack of your money, I just need a friend," the words of the frail figure reverberated in my central nervous system.

"Pray for Ananda to be able to transform this old hut into a sturdy building!" looking in the mirror as if feeling his presence here. It's okay, I have to survive.

It's not a matter of me being by his side or far from him. This is my problem. I was wrong, I was easily incited by the words of people who only wanted to ruin your dreams. A dream that words cannot describe.

"Ring ... ring," your thoughts were interrupted by the alarm to leave. There were 10 minutes left until 14.00. Immediately took your bag and the jacket that was tucked in it. Don't forget that your cellphone is an item that you will never forget. Put on your shoes while standing and prancing around. There are nine minutes left. Running away like someone who has stolen someone else's valuables—pickpocketing.

This is running on hot asphalt, the air temperature is still very hot. The swing of the arms accelerated, along with the movements of Ceetha's legs. Even if you stop often, shoes that are too light cannot be compromised. Often gets loose and becomes a laughing stock for others.

"Sister, just slow down, it's like you're being chased by Blacky," shouted one of the snack sellers on my left.

Completely ignoring him, his Wonderwoman-like running movements made the bag jump up and down. Hair swings left and right, up and down. Many people are surprised by my strange behavior. Run during the day. Once you feel almost there, try to reduce your speed. Controlling the train-like breath, the erratic heartbeat. Walking like a potential star, made several young people hanging around observing from afar. When the distance was next to him, his naughty mouth began to tease.

"Pretty sis, where are you going? I'll take you, okay?"

I felt annoyed, but I tried not to look at his face. Silence without meeting, the road saw a pair of dusty shoes.

"Ignorant, no! The beauties pretend to be indifferent."

Of course I'm indifferent, I don't like serving people who like to gather for unclear purposes. A silver iron hangs from his earlobe. Plus a rip in the jeans, just right on the knee. Like market thugs. Luckily he was undisturbed, he wiped the sweat that was starting to appear. Back feels wet. I haven't met with the supervisor yet, why is it already a mess?

Taking a tissue, wipe all the sweat that meets your face. When I wanted to throw away the tissue, I didn't see a trash can. Alternatively, store it in your trouser pocket. The culture of throwing away rubbish is deeply rooted in the body. That energy will not disappear even for a moment. Even though it's outdoors, there are people or it's quiet. The environment is man's best friend, it is absolutely inappropriate to destroy it.

I could hear the music from the shop I visited yesterday. Seeing the face in the rearview mirror of the box car parked on the highway, it was lucky that no one was inside.

At least the lipstick doesn't fade, 80 percent of it is still neat. It's quicker to get in when you first step on the brown mat. Feelings started to get mixed up. Some employees are busy with their duties. I entered hesitantly.

"Welcome, Sis! Anything I can help?" asked one of the saleswomen.

Just silent and nodding, like a robot without energy.

"Sorry, sis?" he said again, making me wake up.

"Uh, yeah. "Actually, I came here to meet the Supervisor," I now answered a little loudly.

"It just so happened that the Supervisor had already returned earlier. Maybe I can come back tomorrow." Duh, I'm a little annoyed. I've been running around incoherently. Use a small white cloth. Harassed by thugs too. Suddenly I met one of the funny men. Man wearing high heel sandals.

Now it's changed, his voice is no longer like a woman's. Wearing my favorite Vans spot shoes. I started to say hello, even though he was still smiling.

"Why aren't customers being served?" the man who was putting away his helmet now asked one of the women who was taking stock of goods.

"Oh, I wanted to meet Mr. Teguh, who was contacted this afternoon for an interview," he explained at length.

"Oh, yes, I've handed it over to Mpok Santi. "He's also the supervisor at this showroom," said the man who yesterday still liked to put his hands on his hips like a ballerina.

I just look at the prices occasionally to sharpen my hearing. Pretend not to know. Yes! I was finally called, with steady steps walking towards the small room where the Supervisor monitors employees.

Several pairs of eyes looked at me, with sturdy bodies continuing to walk until I entered. Seeing a woman with long straight hair down to her spine. His nose is typical Balinese pointed nose. His lips smiled and now motioned for me to sit down.

"Hello, welcome!"

"Hello, thank you!" I replied.

Maybe the answer invites a reaction that makes the seat no longer recline. Place both hands on the table. I imitated his movements.

"Introduce yourself!"

"Amesha, originally from the city of Situbondo. Able to speak English, have great will and high dedication. Ready to work individually or with a team!"

"Reason for choosing this company?" his face was now harder and stiffer.

I paused for a moment to take a breath, thinking a little simply.

"The reason is simple, because I need a job and I have criteria that really match this company!" I answered with good intonation.

"Ask me a question!"

It's really strange, now it turns the question around. I just want to ask. But the head started to get stuck. My feet started to get cold and the top of my head felt hot.

"Can I have extra time if I arrive late without having to cut the salary I get every month?" There was a pounding every time I answered a question. More precisely, giving a question as an answer.

Silence for a few moments.

"That is one of the company's policies, all employees involved in this matter must immediately comply."

I feel awry here. My eyes looked at the forehead of the woman who had been asking me a tricky question.

"Last question," I swallowed.

"What do you do when one of your work partners does not follow the rules that have been set?"

In my heart, this is a very easy question. I had to answer calmly and gently.

"In my opinion, this is a little complicated, yes. Partners can be categorized as rivals when competing for turnover. However, as friends because we are here like family. "Start by giving advice, if it doesn't work then return it to the Supervisor who has more authority," the answer ended with a smile.

Mrs. Santi still had a frown on her face, her eyes were rolling. Like remembering something, more precisely he was thinking.

"After listening to your answer I also considered your qualifications from the letter written in your own hand. There are two possibilities, namely you are accepted and you are rejected."

I felt feverish all over my body. Maintain your attitude a little, keep your facial expression smiling. There was silence for a moment, only the sound of the clock ticking and the faint music playing there.

I lowered my head for a moment to make sure my legs didn't shake violently. Beads of dew wet his temples. I saw his gloomy face, my heart grew faster. It felt like failing before going to war.

"Happy!!! You are welcome here! Please come in tomorrow at exactly 8.00 local time. You don't have enough experience, so you will be a training employee for 3 months. Trials. However, you still get paid! However, there is no holiday for 3 months. If one day is missed without explanation, training must be repeated from day zero.

"Alhamdulillah, thank you sis!" Now my face looks happier. Thank you, O Allah, this is also thanks to Grandma's prayers.

"One more thing, wear white clothes with black bottoms. For tops, preferably looser ones. It's like wearing his sister's clothes."

I laughed in return with laughter too. Nodded firmly, "Ready, Boss!"