Horizons

Episode 12's

- Khanza

　

In the city, my patients are endless every day. Wonder why most people in the city are sick. While here, my job is just checking up the army fathers and the surrounding community who need help. That's because the distance of the headquarters and the countryside is quite far, not many come here asking for medicine. The community here is also very traditional. They do not rely on doctors or chemical drugs. They prefer to wear the traditional way.

　

If the city people want, those who live around here are healthier. At least the flu and fever that mostly occur. Understandably, their lifestyle is very contrary to the lifestyle of the city people. I often have no jobless work. Look at me who was almost crazy because of the gab, finally a sexy army sir is sure I join his team down to the village.

　

All this time all I know the work of the army is patrols with raids doang. I never thought they should be teachers. I learned from earlier how the sturdy busted fathers gave state defense materials in front of SD children. But I'm kind of sorry to see the state of their school. There is only one class. It was also very rickety. Benches and tables are broken. The blackboard still uses chalk. I'm sure if it rains the roof will leak. There are only two teachers here. They teach all subjects in turn.

　

Kendra said the school here started a little afternoon. The distance from children to school can be more than five kilometers. And that they took on foot. Do not imagine the road as smooth as Jakarta. Kendra was convinced that I was following her path. Winding up and down. Cliffs and cliffs everywhere. Large grass blocks the road. Not to mention having to cross the river slippery and swift current, or swamps inhabited by crocodiles. I can't help it if I were them. I used to have a good school, all-round facilities, ushered in a luxury car through a smooth road, ogah-ogahan entered school. But the children, armed only with determination and dreams, face all obstacles to a pecking order. This time I was ashamed of myself.

　

Not only provide material about Pancasila and martial country, the guards of the vanguard also invite children to play together to get closer. As of right now, Kendra has just finished a round of football games with them.

　

His forehead was filled with sweat but his face was filled with laughter. He ran towards me asking for a bottle. I watched in a stunned manner as his jakun moved up and down enjoying the drops by drops of water that soaked his throat.

　

"Akh.." his sigh was satisfied after treating the thirst in his throat.

　

"Try facing here"

　

He complied when I very gently and carefully wiped the sweat on his face.

　

　

He grinned, "It's my responsibility"

　

"Well not the work of soldiers holding rifles huh? Not hold chalk?"

　

"It's part of the country's defense efforts"

　

"Huh?" i'm stumped.

　

"Try you think, what if the people here do not have the love of the homeland. What's going on?"

　

I'm diem.

　

"They won't feel part of NKRI. If so, they will be easily consumed by sedition." continued Kendra continue his lecture. "Lo know why there used to be GAM, the insurgency in Papua, and the release of Timor-Timor?"

　

I shook my head.