Gara Gara CO From you
19. Back To Self
I've been determined these two important things must be resolved in the near future. First, fulfill the mandate of my parents to quickly graduate college. Second, finish the struggle of the people's land in the village of Mergosari.
So that has nothing to do with the business of struggle while I ignore it first. Including dealing with Rosa.
I have to go back to ‘khittohku’ as a marginal farmer warrior. Right now who is imprinted in my soul, it is better to die fighting with the farmer than to continue to be a prisoner of one's life.
"Why are you, Teacher? How do you think it's heavy again?" tanya Candra jolts my daydream in the boarding room.
"Think of the struggle of the land of the people of Mergosari, it is!" my Seloroh hid my raging thoughts.
"Ah is real? Think Rosa, what's the people, huh?" ask again with the nyinyir.
"It's so weak you're a teacher! Business cooking*********** just be equal to the weight of the struggle of the people!"
Jamb ... Candra's words were so striking to the bottom of my identity. The idealism of my life became slapped with the rigors.
Even though Candra spoke thus, what she said was very true. Right now I am just a weak ordinary man and always oppressed by a weak female figure like Rosa.
" Everything I'm talking about comes from Master's own talk, you know! The teacher once said that being a strong man must be lit up as a light, even though he himself is tired and dead."
"Yes .. yes! It's a big onion, you're this!” I was annoyed with his chatter.
“Hehe .. Sorry teacher. Don't baper it dong, guru!”
“Already ah, do not like to call her name Rosa. Now I want to go to the village. You want to come, don't you?”
“Where to go, Guru?”
“Ke Mergosari village. Let's quickly prepare Vespaku if you want to come!”
"Yes .. yes .. I'm with Master!" quickly answer. Without a second thought he rushed to prepare a Vespaku motorcycle parked in the backyard kosan.
A moment later, we drove to the village of Mergosari. Earlier I had promised to come to Mr. Parman's house in order to reconcile the conflicts of the land warriors there. And yesterday afternoon Mr. Parman called me to come in today.
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In the village of Mergosari, the case of the invasion of people's land by the state and financiers has begun since the new order regime entrenched in Jember around 1972. The land of the former right of erfpacht covering an area of 300 hectares was the result of land reform policy from President Soekarno when it was given to the villagers of Mergosari.
Until the era of reform revolved, the land could not be owned by the people again. Because de jure, the people have lost their land history documents because they have been removed by force.
Narrated by the village community, at that time in the village of Mergosari there was an event of seizure of pethok-pethok, burning of houses, torture and expulsion of villagers for the resistance.
Before eviction occurs, the community is asked to submit pethok in exchange for being hired as an employee of the company and will be given compensation for the plant.
The people refused the request by hiding their pethoks. Seeing the fact that the company uses his sly sense.
Through the armed forces of the community gathered in Kebayan house. The reason, for the submission of land certificates from the National Land Agency (BPN) on condition that residents are asked to bring land pipil.
As a result, all residents came with these requirements. After the completion of handing over the pipil, residents are asked to thumbprints. Then the shells of the people who had gathered were burned.
Residents could not resist because at that time the company thugs in the back-up of the apparatus did torture, pursuit, and burning the houses of the citizens. Many people fled their homes.
They fled and hid in the forest for months. During that time they did not dare to meet with outsiders. In addition to still fear of arrest, the wider community is propagandized by the company, that, the citizens of Mergosari are former PKI people.
According to the living witness Mr. Kimo, that, the most sad is the fate of the women who did not have time to escape. Among them there are reckless suicide, there are also those who experience stress (psychiatric disorders) and until now still survive in the village of Mergosari.
The displaced residents later spread in several villages around the district with erratic jobs and residences.
Mr. Kimo himself and his family live in the middle of the forest. They were forced to eat the leaves to survive during his escape until he reached the Banyuwangi Regency.
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At the home of Mr. Parman, many earth warriors were present waiting for my arrival. Mr. Parman himself is a figure of land fighters who are respected by other land fighters.
“Thank you for coming Mas Gio!” welcome Mr. Parman to my arrival and Candra.
“He is the same Mr. Parman. Sorry I arrived late.” My reply returned his welcome.
Looks like the land fighters who came numbered about 50 people. Their gazes were full of hope with the outcome of this meeting.
I think the only ones that came were the key figures. However, the citizens of the struggle so enthusiastically came and hoped for my arrival.
The song banyuwangian is played loudly through the sound system installed on the front page of the house, it seems, Mr. Parman is showing of force on the part of the plantation company.
“The meeting is so lively like this, Teacher? Kayak people again the celebration of marriage alone.” whispered Candra astonished by the atmosphere of a meeting that was not imagined before.
“Entahlah. Maybe Mr. Parman wants to show strength to the company, Ndra!” I answered while thinking effectively the absence of such a meeting.
“Guru .. earlier people welcomed you like a hero. Mantab is my teacher! So, no loss all this time I studied you.” praise Candra by brandishing two thumbs.
“Halah .. such a thing is common to me, Ndra ...! You don't have to be surprised, Ndra ..” I replied with a fuss while rolling my right eye. “Everything, you don't like me, Ndra!”
Hearing my mummy, Candra reacted by squinting, “What a great thing, lha wong faced Rosa alone, like a mouse keceplung got!” the dream with a chuckle.
“Husst .. don't carry Rosa's name. My mind can be over, later.” My sergeant.
Not long after, Mr. Parman came right in front of me. “Mas Gio, can we start the show?” ask Mr. Parman.
“Can sir. Please just start, sir.”
“Bby ...but please, when I give the briefing, it's best to have the speaker turned off, sir!”
“Good, Mas.”
“My talk later concerns the strategy of struggle, sir! Outsiders should not anyone know, other than the warriors of the land.” Kulirik Candra was just a nod of her head listening to my directions to Mr. Parman.
“Guru ... I really did not expect!”
“What?”
“You need a folk activist like this teacher subdued by a woman like Rosa!”
“Don't fuss, Ndra. You focus on the forum. Not much of a talk!” my timpalk with my eyes glared at him.
Candra was finally speechless. Not long after, then Pak Parman began his meeting through a loudspeaker. The atmosphere of the meeting room became silent, only the voice of Mr. Parman was heard to a distance.
“Assalamaicum. Warohmatullahi Jabarokatuh Tretan-tretan fighters sedejeh. Seh was present. Toreh event silaturrahmi struggle land Mergosari nekah. Emulaeh ambiguous reading istighosah. Sak ampponnah istighosah, followed by the ambiguous direction of Mas Gio. Alfatihah ..” welcome Mr. Parman to start his meeting with local village language.
Free translation: Asaallamaikum, Wr Wb. Brothers fighters all. Who is present. Let the meeting of the struggle of Mergosari land begins with the reading of the istighosah. This was followed by a briefing from Mas Gio. Alfatihah ..”
The reading of ‘doa istigosah with’ is a tradition of Mergosari land fighters when they are starting their struggle meetings. This tradition I instilled in them since the beginning of the plunge in the field of struggle. The goal, so that the struggle of the land is not merely materialistic, but at the same time transidental.
For 30 minutes the struggle of the land in unison was read by the citizens with wisdom. His eyes so pierced the heart of anyone who heard it.
After reading the istighosah, Mr. Parman also let me brief them. “All brothers. With the completion of this reading of the istigosah, may our struggle salami be diridhoi Allah. The next event let us listen together with the direction of Mas Gio Agung Irawan. To him I send.” Said Mr. Parman while turning off the speaker mic.
Without using loudspeakers, I asked the main figures of the land fighters from both sides to sit closer to me. “Bapak. Please for the figures of the fighters of his land, his seat is more docked to me. Let our conversation not be heard by corporate spies.”
They also obey. The main characters of the land fighter I already knew, changed seats.
After I thought we had kept enough of the secrecy of our conversation, I began the briefing. “Assalamualaikum warohmatullahi. Before we discuss the steps of our struggle. I want an agreement between these two camps to unite and there is no lie between us. How, gentlemen agree?” askaku started the briefing. At once the figures of the land warriors replied, agreeing!
“Good, if the fathers have agreed. Next, how about we form the question of the struggle of this land. Agree, sir?”
“Double once mas. I agree.” Answer Mr. Parman.
“I also agree, Mas!” reply Mr. Saro supports his opinion Mr. Parman.
“Alright then. I propose to the Chairman Mr. Parman, his Secretary Mr. Saro. His Treasurer Mr Haji Supono. How, sir. Can be agreed?”
“Agreement ..!” scream them simultaneously.
After their organization was formed, I proceeded to expose the strategy of struggle they had to execute. There are two strategies, first the lobbying strategy, second the land tenure or reclaiming strategy.
“Between lobbying and land tenure strategies. Ask your father to negotiate for himself. Choose one that better fits your struggle needs.”
“As we have agreed before, then we will do land occupation, Mas.”
“Betul, Mas. We've agreed to plant corn on that land.”
“I can only support, sir. About when will the land occupation be carried out?”
“10 more days, Mas.”
“But remember, each of these strategies is at risk.” I said reminding them. “For his logistical needs, I contributed 10 million. Maybe you can add to buy seeds and fertilizer corn.”
My mentoring model has been using friendship methods, not using one man, one show methods. So the ones fighting ahead are them. I just pushed from behind and just gave them a mouthpiece so they could speak for themselves in the mass media.
On the choice of the land occupation, I explained its weaknesses. Among them, prone to infiltration by the opponent, and prone to be a field for economic benefits between the land fighters, and many more weaknesses.
“The key to the successful occupation of this land, the fathers must all be solid one line. Do not infiltrate the enemy. Prepare the occupation plan carefully.”
After the meeting of land reclaiming preparation which will be carried out in the next 10 days, is completed. Candra and I went home.
“I want to go home first yes, Mr. Parman, Mr. Saro, and the fathers of all. Good luck with your fight, sir!”
“Thank you very much, yes Mas Gio. This is a gift for Mas Gio and Mas Candra.”
“What is this, sir? Well thank you, yes pak” reply Candra with a smile like her. Both hands deftly received a sack of durian montong fruit given by Pak Parman.
I just smiled at Candra's behavior.
It feels good that my heart has been able to do a lot to help the struggle of the people of Mergosari village. And it looks like I'm rediscovering the identity of myself that disappeared into Rosa's cultural black hole.
On the way home, my prank took out my HP from my Jinku pants pocket. I saw a message coming in from Rosa. “Wherever you are, meet me immediately. If you don't regret your whole life.”
Not long ago there was a tone of incoming calls from my father's HP number. “Candra .. stop first.” Excite Candra to stop the speed of the Vespa motor he is driving.
“Why, Teacher?” ask him while pulling the Vesapa motor slowly. “There was a call from my father, Ndra!” my answer.
“Assalamu`alaikum, Sir! Yes, Sir. Tumben my father called me. What's wrong, sir?” many wonder. My dad doesn't usually call me. Means there's something very precarious.
“Waalaikum greetings. Two girls came here, nyariin you. Her names are Rosa and Nisa. He said you were hard to contact. It seems very important. What's up, Gio?”
“Oh .. That's my college friend, sir. There's nothing, really. They just want to play to our house, sir!”
