Among Thousand Journeys

Evidences

That's the beginning of his sculptor's career uphill, now that he has the tools

heavy kyak bulldozer. On the way up

Jakarta I don't talk much with sir

Jahru, I was escorted to Cipinang Muara,,

I was previously invited to the residence of Mr. Jahru stay overnight and tomorrow I was escorted to Karim's contract, my schoolmate when I was in MI.

At the place of rent, gather friends

as distressingly. There was Sengkle, Renges, Tro, Klewer, ah indeed all nicknames, until the original name we had forgotten, and the names became symbols of familiarity, one fate as a whole.

“Wah you are here also Nges.”

I asked when my playmates in this village greeted me.

Renges, a young man my age is 24

years, snub nose is exhausted, nostrils widened, because often gouged with fingers, to pick up nasal dirt, sometimes he poked his nose bulging while holding on to the pole, like something that

very difficult to take and need extra energy, his hair is shoulder length, his face more like Kaka SLANK personnel.

“Yes Ian, came a month ago, you

ndiri here why?”

“Wah, I want to find pocket money for the cottage.” I said.

“Eh Ian, long time ago.” Karim came in

the contract, immediately greeted me, he just came, his work in his office Mr. Abdullah.

“Newly Rim.” reply.

“Trus need what?"

“Normally find additional capital for the cottage

alias nyari job.”

“That's tomorrow I'm looking for’in job.”

Such was the light dialogue between us.

But after that until a week I have not been able to work, eating nebeng, ah so it is more difficult.

“Wah I've found a job, but it's hard can't get Ian, how?” asked Karim one afternoon.

“Wah how ya Rim, la me if back yes more hassle,” replied I am concerned.

“Why not make your own painting Ian?” sela Renges's.

“Let's not help njualin deh.”

“Wah if it needs capital Nges..”

“Let me modalin, you take care of it, how much will it take?” karim mantep.

“Ya most need 4 hundreds of thousands,” I said.

“Ya already tomorrow buy your goods.”

karim.

So tomorrow I also buy the goods, I make a glass painting, which is a painting back. Painting from the inside, so it can be seen from the outside.

Looks good, three days I finished a big painting, six landscape paintings. After it was finished framing, Renges and I began offering paintings from door to door

the door, from the alley to the alley, many saw

painting, and bidding but no one wants to buy,

after I told you the price, one painting I offered for 2 hundred thousand.

To pursue the stomach contents that are rumbling.

“Nges, our feeling is muter-muter on this road-this is all?” I said to Renges as a pointer

the walk.

“You mean we're confused?” said Renges, as if I do not believe in his eloquence in memorizing the streets of Jakarta.

“Iya.” I replied, rather than muters again.

Because the stomach has not filled and pegelnya feet

beg for mercy.

“I have memorized the road in Jakarta, more memorized the road than the subjects in school.” said Renges while patting the chest.

“Memorized the road is confused, especially not memorized

road?” i said annoyed.

“You are confused, because the painting is not

lausa.” said Renges was also angry.

“Udah gini aja, we see there Sarinah store, Sarinah,

well let's walk, what's back to Sarinah's shop

what else is not?” I said mediate the commotion

we, then we continued our journey.

And indeed according to what I said, we went back to Sarinah's shop.

“Ran, why can be confused gini yes?” word

Sitting in regol.

“Udah nges, mending we find the mosque, this time

We went to the mosque and

performing dzuhur prayers. Finished prayers we display the painting in front of the mosque, which

it just so happens to be a fork of the road that there's an old mahogany tree.

But until the hour shows half a five o'clock, the,

no one bought it, although many bargained,

but just a nawar, if you have to go home to the contract with no paintings sold at all, ah how far, we both have to walk, not to mention a hungry stomach because from the morning we have not eaten.

Ah we are worse than the soldiers who lost the war, go home with guns, at least they have money.

“Where's Ian?” renges said, his face

look good, getting more and more for me.

“I'm not strong, if gini, already far away, hungry stomach, gini,

can the real clenger,” he added, more

adding to the burden of trouble.

“Yes want how else Nges, he does not sell,”

“Only one sale 50 thousand aja deh, make up

angkots. And to buy rice wapas” he said

idle.

“Yes later if there is a bargain, just give me,” I said a bit heavy, because the thought to return the money Karim.

After a few minutes, there was a motorcycle approaching us and asked the price of the painting, e already given the price of 50 thousand loss of production price, still not sold as well, he wanted 30 thousand, he said, yeah obviously I don't want, crunchy nuts, that cheap, that, anyway,,

The motorist left, leaving our hopes torn apart.

“Wah..! Ian I'm not strong anymore, mending

now go home, rather than later.”

renges said, kayak would cry, apparently his tenacity and patience had entered the limit of tolerance.

“Gini aja, let me be wired in the mosque

wait, who knows, we can still do it, we still

have a Goddamn, I'll ask for a painting

we sold.” I said still patient.

“Ah Jakarta is hard Ian, no Alloh, no,

Allohan, here it is who is strong then jaya.” said

Masgul renges.

“But it's not wrong to try?”

“Yes is there, let me wait here, don't wait long...!”

“Half hours aja.” I said as I walked to

in mosque.

I immediately took ablution and sat down to read

wirid, who I read surah waqi’ah 15 times, fortunately I have memorized it out of my head, so half an hour was finished, with earnestness I pray.

Then get out, just get to the majang place

painting, a dark blue antelope

stop over. A young man got out of the car

come close.

“Mas his painting cost how much?” tanyakanya.

“Duaratus thousand mas.” I replied.

“Udah wholesale aja all.” male voice from in the car.

“Udah mas, I wholesale all, please transported into the car.” said the young man, which surprised me, let alone Renges, he was in a squat, I saw his eyes bulging, or like people want boker.

“Udah Nges, let's get transported into the car, please,

what are you waiting for.” I said surprised him.

We immediately transported the painting into the car, and in the car there were middle-aged men and women, we briefly chatted and I was given a business card, the middle-aged man was named Mr. Suwandi, furniture entrepreneurs from Jepara.

Ah the important thing my painting has been sold, after

salat magrib we went back to the rented, did not forget to eat first at the Padang warung, pesen

rendang my favorite, Renges until the end of three plates.

And we walked home with

relief in the heart, money is there, cigarettes in the hand. Ah

anything else, well we need a break, top

the burden of the mind because of hope

forced.

“Now you think Alloh is in Jakarta

no Nges?” I asked Renges. When we were in the angkot.

Seriate....