
Time changes quickly does not feel 6 months have passed, for 6 months I live my life without Ringgo mas.
Mas Ringgo is like lost in the swallow of the earth, never once came home to visit our only daughter Afriana.
Every time I take Afriana to the house of in-laws, I also never see the Ringgo mas.
This morning I went to the factory as usual, taking Afriana to school first and then to the factory. Arriving at the factory I do my job as usual to prepare cigarette materials that want to be packed and also check the neatness of packing.
At 10am my manager Bu Priska called me to face. Though I just came out of his room giving up the report "Could there be something wrong in my report" I murmured inwardly.
"Good morning ma'am" I said as I opened the door to Priska's room
"Sit down, Fah" Priska ma'am orders "Next month you are selected for training at the central factory, this is the letter, for one month" Priska said firmly while handing me a warrant " You willing?" ask Priska
"Inshaallah, ma'am, I will try my best" I replied sure "What should I prepare ma'am?" much
"The place of residence has been prepared by the company, you only bring your equipment, but if you object you can refuse, there is still a chance of one week" explained Priska firmly
"I don't mind ma'am, I'll do my job as best I can, thanks to the company still trusting my ability" I replied firmly and politely
"What about your husband? if your husband objected you can refuse because the company needs total workers, and I don't want in the middle of the road you resign from training. Because this training is very important if you qualify you can accompany GM in this factory, but don't worry you stay in this factory, will not be mutated outside the city " sign of Priska
" I am, ready to carry out my duties" I replied firmly
"Well, I like your performance so I and others choose you, because from this branch factory only you are eligible from the board of directors. Good luck" said Bu Prisak while shaking my hand
"Thank you ma'am, thank you that the company still appreciates and trusts my performance" I said politely and convincingly
I left Priska's room with a happy feeling "May I escape and be able to rise, amiin o Allah" I prayed in my heart
I re-joined the packing room there mbak Rani and Nina have complied with an answer from me, but because it is still working hours I still do not want a story. In working hours I focus on my work, I will only talk if I am giving directions or just saying hello. I avoid gossiping with others instead of you being arrogant but I try to be professional in carrying out my duties. But if dijam break I can chat and joke, joking with anyone, especially girl friends.
The hour of rest has arrived, Mbak Rani and Nina immediately approached me who was still on my desk.
"Well, why were you called, was there something wrong with our work?" ask Rani curiously
"Yes, why mbak, Fah?" tanya Nina was curious as well
"Alhamdulillah, our work is successful, and fine, you do not have to worry. About that, I got a letter from the center asking for training at the headquarters for one month" I explained
"Alhamdulillah" replied Ranib and Nina together.
"Shortly, briefly, if you get a training call means you want to step up, Fah, keep thinking - who do you think, who changed your position?" said mbak Rani
"Well, cool" said Nina happily
"Well, I'm not necessarily changing position to mbak, who knows the company just wants me to be more professional, so I was told to join the training again" said Afifah with a smile
"Hopefully, because we do not want to change the supervisor, do not have a rich supervisor first, hadiuhhh made a males, usually just look for face" complained Rani
"Yes, yeah, mbak, Fah, don't move?" nina Whine
"Yes, God, you guys why the hell am I staying here anyway, Nin, what if you take UT, so you can get a more established job" I said
"Actually I want to, but I'm afraid I don't have enough money" complained Nina
"You, just move in my house, don't cost, so the cost money you can use for tuition" said I offer help for Nina.
"Yes, Nin, you live with Afifah only, eman - eman there is a chance you will be smart" mbak Rani also gave input to Nina
"Later, I thought" replied Nina
"Come, we have lunch and have not prayed dzuhur" I said and immediately stood up, stepping towards the pantri together.
In the pantry there are other employees who are enjoying the lunch menu. When they saw me coming, they immediately attacked me with the same question as Ranj and Nina asked earlier.
"Sir, Fah, what's the info?" ask one of the employees who approached me
"It's okay, Ms. Priska just said that our work last month was very good and there was no mistake whatsoever, Ms. Priska just asked us to still be able to maintain the quality of our work" I answered with a friendly smile
"Alhamdulillah" replied all the employees who heard my answer.
The lunch in the pantry took place as usual, finishing the break hours all employees returned to their respective workplaces.
With all my diligence in preparing all the tools the needs of the employees, I rarely ask for help from other employees, as much as possible all tasks - my tasks I complete myself.
If something goes wrong I just want to let it go and teach it patiently and tlaten until it is right and can be . I rarely talk in the workplace does not mean I am arrogant, but I do not like being too noisy.
Work hours have run out, which means employees can go home. But not with me, I still have additional work from Priska ma'am that must be completed today also because tomorrow morning must have been sent to the head office.
At 7 pm I and Miss Priska finished making a report "Fah, it's night let's go home, Alhamdulillah I can go home" said Priska when approaching my desk
"Alhamdulillah, ma'am, this is again neat" I replied with a smile, while packing the files on the table
"Come, it's just the two of us, the others are home, hiii scared" priska joked
"There is still a security guard, ma'am, anyways where there are ghosts here, the lights are bright like mercury lights" I replied. Akirnya we laugh together while heading to the motorcycle parking lot because we are the same - the same as carrying a motorbike.