TALAQ
Part 86 TALAQ
At eight o'clock in the morning according to the schedule that has been planned before, the car of the Chess sir is parked in the front yard of my house, I wear work clothes as usual, he said, but only on the shoes that distinguish me choose sports shoes, so it is easy to walk because of our schedule to the field.
Because Saturday morning all the residents of my parents' house were deserted, my father and mother were still in the market for sales while my sister Fauzan and Nafisa had also left for work, Marilyn has been going to school since morning.
As soon as Chess sir's car until I immediately locked my house, I immediately got into his car Chess sir before Chess sir got out of his car.
"Good morning, sir." I'm polite.
"Morning, are you ready mbak, tumben deserted ?" said Mr. Chess while turning his car.
"It's common to go all in, sir, you're the same mother at nine and just get home from the market" I replied honestly.
"We see the construction of the factory first, after that we only see the filming location and also see the land" said Mr. Chess while continuing to drive his car.
Pak Chess's car drove casually, to the location of the construction of the new factory, on the way we both talked about the development of the factory plans next.
The music from Siti Nurhaliza accompanied the trip of the two of us, after almost an hour we both arrived at the factory site, we immediately greeted the construction workers kindly. The workers kindly returned our two greetings, Mr. Chess without awkwardly talking to the project workers very familiar.
"Mothers please gather here for a moment, yell!" shouted Mr. Chess and followed the workers who heard the order of the Chess sir.
"Gather round!"
"Gather round!"
"Gather round!"
The workers yelled at each other to call another friend in just fifteen minutes all the workers were already at a gathering in front of the Chess pack.
I really did not expect after giving a welcome Mr. Chess took the envelope from her bag and told the workers to queue me and Mr. Chess handing out the white envelope regardless of how much it contained I also do not know because Mr. Chess didn't tell me before either. But if viewed from the color like a hundred thousand rupiah per-envelope but guess how exactly do not know.
Gratitude and gratitude came out from the mouths of the workers, sparkling faces emanated from the workers, old, young, porters and artisans all getting the same amount.
From the workers who have opened the envelope I heard rampant flaunting each other "Alhamdulillah, can be five hundred thousand, later can make the medicine nebus my mother." said the young man about twenty years.
"I, too, thank God you can pay for my son's school" said the fathers of Jamal's age.
"The boss is very good yes, still young again, God there are still noble hearts like Cakra bosses" said the middle-aged fathers.
When you accidentally heard the whispers of the workers, my heart was moved, five hundred thousand means so much to us commoners. I remember the hard times, where with a very small salary I had to keep my little family, now how grateful I am, as a secretary I've earned a much higher salary, and my life with my son is much better than not feeling like I'm crying, tears of gratitude because at my young age I was able to earn a great salary.
"Rubby, mbak?" ask Chess to me a little worried.
"No, sir." I answered honestly while turning my tears.
"Sir, not feeling well, if not feeling well we just go home" said Mr. Chess added worried.
"No sir." I replied.
"Why are you crying?" ask her with a face full of worry.
"I was struck by the words of the fathers remind me of a few years ago when I was a regular employee, getting a bonus with a large amount was very happy." I said still with puffy eyes and a bright look.
"Destiny of God we do not know mbak, the wheel of life must be spinning, now do not remember the sad bad at seeing the workers, thought I hurt you mbak." said Mr. Chess with a relieved smile.