This story was originally based on the true story.
It is the ending of october, the ending of the season the ending of the month, the month with gangster. When october end,honestly I dont know how to describe my feeling during this period, should i be happy? I am not sure, but what i’am sure is i will remember this month until my last breath. Its all started when i try to find a job after so many unsucessfull job interview, with lost,frustrated and sadness deep in heart....suddenly my life change, not to a brighter life, but to the darkest and unbelievably motivational. Its the month that need to defend and dependable, strugle, the real strugle to continue life as human being, not as a ordinary people who only know to talk, complain, frustrated with their own life eventhough their failure is because of their own fault (or whom never ever try to improve their own life, just hoping the miracle will come).
First....i meet him, whom we(other staff and me) call the boss. I bump into him(or he accidentally bump my father motorcycle),its all started there....we talk, talk and talking (although he the one who were talking, i just hear and keep hearing, only a few times i try to open my mouth, but no sounds was out from my expensive and not so nice vocal. He offer me a job, at one of his shop at Né l'uomo Plaza City. What did he sold....dont ask, anything you cannot imagine. Then....obviously, the offer that i cannot refuse as i was unemployed, no money, no properties, and know nothing and I can learnt how to do bussines from him, that really attracted me.
First day at work....nothing intresthing, just a wasted boring day, nothing much i learn, just meet a new and friendly people who work with ‘the boss’. I actually keep thinking, why i accept this job, i dont know about the boss background, what actually he sold (but he only sold a legal things, ok, please kept it in our mind), but honestly i feel amazed, i was really glad because the boss look like ordinary people(a bit like a gangster also, but that time i dont know) but he really concern about praying time, even when i enter his Brabus, all i can heard wheter religious talks, quran or zikr, no songs, no nonsence. Even during opening shop, and near to Maghrib prayer, he will order his staff to recite al-quran.
The second day...theday i learn about the way the people who in the bussines. Everything was chaotic, every work i’ve done, every single steps i make, even i cant sit for a while even without customer, still the so called manager (who actuall just an acting only) keep scolding me, keep saying i wrong, even a small an simple mistake also. But i am a rebellion, disobedient and reluctant worker. I just do the jobs tha only the boss gave to me. When the boss came, everything change, even the act manager became so polite, so humble. Looks like everyone faced look so scared, what about me? I just continue my job, the boss told me to go to other outlets to check the stock, and when get back here, count stock here. When i come back, it already Zohor time, so i need to pray, but somebody inside the staff toilet. When i ask other staff wheter can i used or not toilet downstair....he said” its only for boss, even we never used it”. Why are they so scared about the boss? I just asked the boss, i want to take wudhu only. With a smile, he said happily “if you want to take wudhu just go ahead”. See whats wrong with you guys??
The day....the day i know the reality, the truth behinf the troth that is also truth.........the rality that, i actually under the same roof with a gangster(former gangster actually). How do I got to know it, i think you dont want to be in my shoes also at that time.(to be continue)
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