Holy Love Village Guys

Chapter 1// Arriving in Jakarta

The clock shows the number 4 days, when an inter-city bus from Tegal-Jakarta (AKAP) entering the terminal Pulo gadung. Once the bus stops at the stopping area inside the terminal, from inside the bus out the passengers including Parjo. Once set both feet on the ground, Parjo also showed his face looking at the sky.

THIS JAKARTA. UHH...

IT'S HOT. . ! The young man of the village complained in his heart, wiping the sweat on his temple. While his pair of eyes swept around, trying to watch the situation.

Oh, finally I arrived at this metropolis, his sigh in heart. But at once he became confused himself, where would he go? Jakarta is not as narrow as the city of Brebes. And also, the residents of the capital of this country, rarely know each other. One neighbor does not even know the other neighbor. If you are looking for people in Jakarta, you must have a complete and clear address. Otherwise, one might be able to immediately find the person he was looking for.

The village youth who was still innocent and innocent already knew about it. But his heart and intention were already unanimous, that no matter what would happen, he would try to find the person he so longed for. Whatever obstacles and obstacles he will face in the wilderness of this metropolitan city, in order to show his love for the girl who has anchored his heart and feelings. He hoped that the girl of his heart would accept him and understand how big and in love with the girl.

Only once did Parjo set foot in the metropolitan city of Jakarta. So that he did not know before that Jakarta was hot. If Jakarta city is jammed and chaotic. Yang Parjo heard from some neighbors who often to Jakarta, if the metropolitan city is crowded, many high-rise buildings. All sorts of entertainment and fun exist.

Now he is in Jakarta, but he does not know where to go to find the house where the girl lives. He had never been to Jakarta before, so he was really confused how to. Indeed, he pocketed the address of the house Nia family, but he did not know in which area the address was located, and what to ride to get to the address.

After a moment of silence, Parjo then decided to try asking one of the people in the terminal. He hoped that the person asked could provide information to him, in order to arrive at Nia's home address.

"Excuse me, ma'am" Parjo said, so he got someone he hoped would help him.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"You ask."

"Ask what?"

Parjo also reached into one of the front pockets of his jeans, removing a piece of paper with the address of Nia's house to be shown.

"If you want to go to this address from here what will it go up, Mas?" Parjo asked while giving a piece of cardboard bearing the address of the Nia family home to the man in his thirty years, who immediately received it and read the writing on the piece of paper.

For a moment the man was about thirty years old was silent while looking at Parjo's body, from head to toe. Hmm, it seems like a new child from the village and only this time to Jakarta, he murmured in his heart.

"You just came from the village?"

"Yes, my mom."

"Would you like to get to the address you want to go to quickly or long time ago?"

"Mas mean?"

"The address you are going to go to is far from here. It takes several public transport rides, and takes a long time. But if I take you, you don't have to bother looking for that address."

"Mas, will you take me to this address?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Well, thank you so much, Mom."

"Eh, don't thank me. Because I want to take you, not for free. In Jakarta, there is no such thing as free. Pissing should pay... "

"Yes, yes, yes, I understand. How much did you ask me to take you to this address?" ask Parjo.

"Two hundred thousand."

"Two hundred thousand?" Repeat Parjo with eyes widened in shock. It is materialistic for the Jakarta people. Just dropping off and showing me the address, asking for that much in return. Thought Parjo in the heart.

"How's it?"

"Well, I don't have that kind of money, man."

"How much money?"

"Not much."

"Yes, how many?"

"Most enough to eat a day while trying to find a job, mas."

"What did you finish?"

"SMA, Mommy."

The man in his mid-thirties smiled as he shook his head, making Parjo frown, not understanding the meaning of the man's smile and headband.

"Why, Mas?"

"Just high school?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Have another skill?"

"I mean, what other skills?"

"Dik, to be able to get a job and life in Jakarta, is not easy. If you only rely on High School degrees and do not have other skills for free. Because the scholars here are many who become unemployed. To be able to survive here, you need to have special skills that can be relied upon. It is not enough to rely on a diploma. Especially just a high school diploma."

"Actually, my goal to Jakarta is not to find a job, Mas. I just want to see someone at this address. After I meet him, I will think about my next plan. Can work, can also continue school to college." said Parjo.

"Is that?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I will help you find the address you want to go to, but I ask for a reward. How's it?"

"Yes, I understand. But if it's two hundred grand, I don't have that kind of money, Mas."

"How much do you have?"

"Fifty thousand at most, my dear."

"Well, if that's not enough. Taxi fare is less."

"Taxi?"

"Yes. In order for you to get to the address you want to go to, you must take a taxi. Well, the cost of yaksija, more than fifty thousand rupiah. Then, how's the service money for me?"

"How's it?"

"I'm sorry if I have that kind of money. Excuse me, I'll try to find myself... "

"Eh, wait!" exclaimed the man while holding the bag carried by Parjo. So inevitably, finally Parjo also according to stop.

"What's wrong?"

"If you search for yourself, for days you will not find it."

"Not what... If I don't see you, I'll go back to the village." Answer Parjo.

"Propsy. Just look at it. . . How much money do you have?"

"As I said before, I only have that kind of money."

"Yes, how many?"

"Fifty thousand."

"All right, it's not about. Just so we don't take a cab."

"Then, up what?"

"Just general, how?"

"Whatever, it's important I get to the address I want to go to."

"Oh, no need to be imaginary. Well, now hand the money over to me, let me take care of everything."

"But. . ."

"Don't be afraid. The important thing is that you get to where you're headed." Said the man kept trying to convince Parjo, if he really wanted to help and help the young man of the village.

Inevitably, Parjo finally complied, handing over fifty thousand in money to the man, who promised to deliver it until he reached the destination address.

"Let's come with me." Bring the guy.

"Where?"

"Well, where do you want to go?"

"To my friend's address."

"Yes, come with me... "

Parjo finally complied, following the man's steps. The two headed to a city bus headed for Pulo Gadung-Blok M. Then the two took the bus which was already crowded. Soon, the bus drove off, leaving Pulo Gadung terminal, carrying passengers including Parjo and a thirty-year-old man he had just met heading towards Block M.

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As a person who has just set foot in the metropolitan city, Parjo did not want to waste the opportunity to see the sights of Jakarta. So that her sister's horn she set her eyes out the window of the bus, Parjo did not know that the man who promised to take her to the destination, got off at Klender. Parjo realized that the man was not with him when the bus conductor asked him for a fare. Parjo became a wink of himself.

"What's wrong?" ask the bus conductor.

"Where was the person with me, Mas?" Parjo asked back.

"It's down at Klender." Parjo.

"Why?"

"He's... He promised to take me to the address I was going to. Even my money was asked for. How do I get to where I'm headed?" parjo was half complaining.

"New sister in Jakarta?"

"Yes, Mas." answered Parjo

"Where is my sister going?" ask one of the passengers.

Parjo also handed over a piece of paper that read the address of Nia's house that he wanted to show to the passengers who questioned him.

The man accepted and read it. Then the middle-aged man was a mangosteen.

"Do you know that address?" ask Parjo.

"If it's not wrong this address is close to UKI."

"What is this, sir?"

"Indonesian Christian University."

With a face still showing confusion, Parjo mangosteen-beard. Then ask her "Where is this, sir?"

"Later this bus will turn towards M-block. Well, before this bus turns, sister gets off at the Cawang intersection. That's UKI. From there, you can ask people about this address. I'm sure, the people there must know this address."

"Thank you, sir."

"Sama-sama." replied the middle-aged man with a face showing pity looking at Parjo's face that looked confused. "Habi's sister lied to people. Therefore, in Jakarta this sister must be careful..."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you." Thank you."

"Keep, now you don't have any money?"

"Alhamdulillah is still there, sir. Because I didn't give all my money to him. He asked for all my money, but I told him I didn't have much. I said I only have fifty grand. Well, the man asked for my fifty thousand dollars with the promise he would take me to my destination. But actually..."

"Yes already, no need to regret everything that has happened. Fortunately the sister is still protected by God, so the sister does not give all the money to her. Otherwise, somehow the fate of the sister. Yes, if you can directly meet the address of the person you want to go to. Otherwise, maybe your sister will become a vagabond in this city..."

"Yes, sir."

The bus continued to do so, carrying its passengers further and further away from the Pulo Gadung terminal.

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