A month with a gansgter
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 Nor City Plaza Rakyat. 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 but I can learnt how to do bussines from him, thats 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 (play will be a better word) al-quran on laptop.
The second day...the day 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 actually 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 that 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 the 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 behind the troth that is also truth.........the reality 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)
The day....the day i know the reality, the truth behind the troth that is also truth.........the reality 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. It was a bright and peacefull morning, we open the shop like everyday we used to do, open the doors, clean, swept the shop, and check the cashier machine. The boss come, we greet him as usual, Salam, aishma khube~ everything was normal like typical boring day, no one expect somthing terible will happen.
But it did happen. Someone came, want to meet the boss, the manager show the way to this man. I, as usuall, doing my routine jobs, checking the stock balance(everyday,boriing~). Went upstairs, looking for the beutiful robes to count. Suddenly, i heard, the boss voice. First, he only talking(but loudly) then he start shouting, the man kept talking also trying to defend and be stubborn for himself. Suddenly from upstairs, i heard....smack!!! Boom! Pang!! All the kicking and punching can be heard from upstairs, can you imagine how hard that man been hit? I’am to scared, i just wait upstair and praying,also hoping they will not fighting upstair. For about twenty minutes to half an hour the chaos occur. I heard door being strucked.Then total silent~~ then the manager call me...come down, are you finished, we need your help. Downstair...like somebody have been killed,full of blood on the floor, eveything was messy.
The boss already left, that man already runaway. I ask, what actually happen, is somebody being killed? The manager just laughing, and said....no, they were just having some quarrel, then the boss hit that guy, puch and kick him, they were chasing in the shop, fighting and then he runaway after apoligizing....was our boss also hurt?....of course not, he is strong and muscular, he the only one who hitting that guy.....means this amount of blood is from that guy. I just kept silents, dont know what to said, what to do, what to believe.......then i just hoping this day was only a dream but the reality never fair towards me,then i hope this day will end soon.....
The next day, everything went back to normal, like nothing was happen yesterday. Reluctantly i doing my routine jobs. Then i became brave enough to ask something to manager, wheter the yesterday man will report to the police or not. He just said, nothing to be worried about, then smile............the boss came, as usual, he greet as all, enter his office and do he jobs, as usual. Another day, that i hope will end peacefully, and it was peacefull day(but boriiiing).
The next day, i dont know how to describe my feeling, i am happy (i receive a another job offer) but i was scared also(how i want to told to the boss, if he became angry and then puch me directly to my focoso face). So i just kept silence and dont want to tell anybody, i scared if somebody will told boss, not in the same manner that i want to tell him, so it will be better for me to inform him directly. So, when the boss came, after he settle down, i went to his office to tell him my own version of my story. I told him, my lecturer at my former college at di’perla Island, offer me a job that was related to my course of study, but it was not confim yet. He just said....oo, good, but its up to you, if you want that jobs, its ok, just inform me,ok? Just think about it....with a smile on his face. Although it was not confirm yet then, but i feel like i am at the moon, i feel i can fly~~. I will be meeting the lecturer on polmone day, so i ask him i want to take off day on that day, as since i join him, i never have any offday before. Again, with a beautiful smile he said, actually it is your offday like in the schedule....i’m flying without wings~~
Let just skip the whole story, lets make it short, after the meeting, it was confirm that.....to be continued......
(cubaan menulis dalam bahasa inggeris kerana malu dan terkilan dengan sesuatu yang ada bersangkut-paut dan ada kaitan dengan hidup dan mati, tapi ternyata....i look stupid in english, maka sambungan akan di tulis dalam bahasa ibu pertiwi, kerana lebih feel, lebih selesa serta berjiwa dengan bahasa kita, bahasa yang suatu masa dahulu, merupakan lingua franca)
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