Hope? : Between Dreams and Reality

Mustard

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Elsewhere, in a small housing, the actual housing is a village, but the house seems neat to resemble a housing. There was a small house, a narrow house of yellow color, in which a young man was still sitting on his bed.

That day, he had no activities he could do. At least he was up from 8 am, after he took a shower and cleaned, no more activities he did. He decided to sit on his bed, staring at a mirror. A glass mirror placed right in front of the mattress. The shadow was his face, he was staring at the mirror.

“Hah, who am I?” muslih said with a shabby tone

“I'm Muslih, but who is Muslih? ” said back.

"Muslih is no one" he replied as if answering his own question.

He's not like the guy he knew 3 months ago. After he graduated he became a little use of his wits, a little care what when school he never cared. At school, he didn't care about anything, maybe everything. Everything in front of him seemed so unattractive at the time. But after graduating from school, he had changed, maybe, or he was a little crazy because of it.

He kept looking at the mirror. Suddenly a middle-aged man appeared from behind the door, probably around 50 years old, with a somewhat stocky body and a frightening gaze. He approached Muslih who was looking at the mirror. He held her shoulder and patted her on the shoulder several times.

“Where, have you got?” ask Muslih's father.

“Not yet,”

“Udah patient, there is a vacancy like he is in need of a lot, tomorrow deh list, later Dad who cemented,” said Father Muslih.

Muslih's father seemed to care very much, although his gaze was scary but in front of his son he became a very caring, gentle, and always supportive of his son's wishes. Muslih's father always told Muslih to get a job immediately, probably because Muslih's parents still have children in the Middle School, and he needed a lot of fees for the monthly fee. At least if Muslih is already working, he can help bear the cost of his sister's school.

“Do not well, I am the same as me,” said Muslih.

“Ouh so, yaudah deh, there you really do not get to not,” said Muslih's father who began to walk leaving Muslih alone.

Muslih sighed deeply, then exhaled. He looked towards his bed. Still messy. He intends to clean it up, though,

“Well here he is,” he took his cellphone which was previously covered in bed sheets. He calls his friend Zero, and Rehan.

“P”

“Han, no vacancies, yuk list tomorrow.”

He attached a photo, a photo of a locker at the restaurant and he continued to contact Zero.

After that, Muslih threw his cellphone on the mattress, the mattress was still messy, Muslih did not care to tidy up his mattress, his mind was fixed on something else.

He walked to the other corner of the room, he met his father who was asleep on the bed, in a very narrow room maybe about 2 × 4. Last night his father had to work, he underwent a grueling night shift in a natural resources factory.

“Yah...” Muslih slightly shook his father's body.

His father woke up, he turned his body, looked at Muslih with a face that was still sleepy, “What is it?”

“Besok motornya I brought ya”,

“iya, yes.”

That's how Muslih lived his days, he could not go anywhere because he had to change motorcycles with his father because his father's work schedule was very uncertain, sometimes he left early in the morning home in the afternoon, because he had to take turns with his father, sometimes he went home late in the afternoon, sometimes he went home in the morning. That is how nothing can be done, for he is only a subordinate.

But that was not a problem at school, when Muslih school left on his bike, actually not only him, Zero and Rehan were like that. They have no prestige about it, even though most children like them already have private vehicles, passing their lives through problematic love stories, going here and there, entertainment, entertainment, foya-foya then uploads it on sosmed. But it did not happen to these three friends of ours, although they sometimes envy it, but they are aware of who he is and who they are.

Although sometimes their desires go beyond their actions, but it is precisely that which strengthens all their resolve, the determination to become more. With the real hope they have dreamed of, at least to become a useful person.

But that was before they graduated from school, now they just become unemployed at home, living a very boring life with poisons on every trip. Now their only hope is one, to have a job.

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