I'm your Director

The Foreigner the Fortune Bearer

“Bagas, are you still in front of me?” whispered Banyu who was getting tighter holding the stick Bagas stretched out from the front, with the position of the road slightly tilted.

“Yes, relax,” whispered Bagas back.

Their current positions held each other, like a relay. Some are holding out sticks, some use flashlights and so on that are available on each climber.

They're quite a lot, about 20 people, more or less. They are young executives from Jakarta. Climbing one of the mountains in central Java. Just say Mount Sagede.

“But I don't know Estu. My wand is kayaking lightly,” whispered Banyu back.

“Try calling rather hard. And the one in front, keep in mind yes everyone, no one panics.” Bagas reminded his other colleagues.

“Tu, Estu! You still behind me?” banyu asked as he shook the stick held by his left hand. For his right hand, he held the staff of Bagas.

However, the mood was quiet.  No response from Estu.

“Tu ... Estu!” this time Banyu and Bagas called together.

“Hey, I'm here, but haven't held your wand, Banyu,” said Estu.

“If so, you go straight slowly. And don't forget, before his feet clearly touch the ground, don't be stepped on. Right, left, gap, careful,” command Bagas on Estu.

Estu then according to what her brother said.

They were traveling down from the top of the mountain in the afternoon, around four o'clock. Unfortunately the fog so quickly came when the time was not too dark. Eventually they were trapped, the journey was hampered.

Not long after ....

“Akh!” The sound of screaming from behind Banyu.

Some people started to waver, they asked each other. What was?

“Please!”

“Estu, Gas! Estu!” banyu said, panicking.

“Which flashlight? Remember, stay still where no one moves. Wretched everything, berabe!” bagas's Order.

One from the front turned on a yellow glowing flashlight, specifically for fog situations. While Banyu whose position is closer to Estu, trying to observe where the fall of Estu.

Banyu was already able to grab Estu's hand, which he turned out to be holding onto the protruding root of the ground. While Bagas tried to approach the position of Banyu and some flashlights have been highlighted to them.

Banyu asked for Estu to extend out one hand but it was not reached by Banyu's hand either. There were no sticks or anything for their hand-connectors that stayed just a little.

Finally Estu had the sense she took off her waist bag slowly with one hand and successfully thrust out touching Banyu's hand.

“Come, Estu, you can! Calm down don't rush,” said Banyu.

Meanwhile Bagas also sought any strong twigs or wood for Estu to reach more freely.

Bagas also asked other friends to pull out the rope. However, unfortunately it is difficult because the quality of their view is not good, blocked by fog, can not open the bag freely.

“Come Banyu has arrived, hold the bag,” said Estu, and now they have been holding on to the waist bag that was proffered earlier.

“Akh, please!”

“Estu! Estu! The gas? How's Gas? Bagas! Estu fell.” Banyu panicked, he was currently just holding onto Estu's waist bag without its owner.

Banyu panicked he was shocked Estu fell for not being able to grip the bag well, the atmosphere of fog made the air easy to dew. Estu's hand is slippery, but it is closely holding the bag that mediates his hand and Bayu's hand.

Bagas as the oldest personnel there, after weighing heavily. Decided to continue the journey down. They will report to the SAR team and the committee. Their own efforts to save Estu were clearly impossible, especially in the thick fog.

 

***

Bagas group is now downstairs, precisely at the guard post. They told me about the accident Estu had.

However, it was a pity that the mountain guards and security could not search immediately. Due to the bad weather, the search can be done tomorrow.

Bagas decided for some people to return to Jakarta while he and Banyu will remain there, to follow the search tomorrow with the SAR team.

 

***

 

Morning has arrived.

In the village called Malikan, it is located behind Mount Sagede. Two girls were walking towards the forest, they used to look for firewood on Fridays, while venturing out to sell at the market.

“Udah yuk, Nas. I have a lot of nih,” said Deswita her best friend Kinasih.

“Not Wi, I'm just a bundle, responsibility,” said Kinasih still picking up branches lying along the way, which they passed.

“Udah, wear mine. I'm at home still a lot, we have never been through this path you know, too far,” said Deswita felt creepy.

In Malikan village there are still many residents who use firewood, not no gas stove. It's just that they will be difficult to buy gas refills, because they have to go to a city that is quite a distance of about an hour and a half, using motorized vehicles.

As for the market in Malikan village is only a small market, there are some who sell gas refills, but besides the price is quite expensive the stock is also only a little.  That's why they use firewood.

While the gas stove that they have is only occasionally used for emergencies and cooking is light.

“Yuk get there just a little! I promise you, we have two ties home,” said Kinasih while pulling Deswita, his best friend.

Deswita followed what her friend said because she could not do anything, even going home alone was afraid because it was too far into the forest.

“Eh Wi, rain huh?” tanya Kinasih who was focusing on picking up branches on the ground.

“No,” said Deswita, she looked around at the top there was no cloudy sign either.

“In my head I think there are netes,” say Kinasih back.

“Neither, eek bird kali, hehehe,” Deswita even laughs it feels funny if yes his best friend got eek bird.

Then Kinasih rubbed his head, right, wet.  It's just a little different, get into the hands and a little slippery too.

Even while Kinasih was still holding his head, the liquid was dripping on the back of his hand as well.

“Blood Wi, real ... blood, red loh.” Kinasih was surprised when he saw the back of his hand.

Deswita instantly drew closer to Kinasih, she was goosebumps in the forest like this talking about blood.

“Serious view!” said Kinasih showing his hand.

Deswita was speechless, she immediately looked up. However, it has not found anything suspicious.

However, when Kinasih looked up, he slightly retreated a little away from the tree near where he was standing, like a dangling hand.

“Wi, there is a Wi,” said Kinasih.

“Don't ngagetin, ah. Where there are people at the top,” Deswita has not believed.

“Truely here, this side.” Kinasih waved his hands while still looking up and continued to look up at the top of the tree.

Deswita according to what Kinasih said, she observed and sure enough it was the person stuck. They slightly rotate around the tree and visibility is also somewhat kept away so that it looks a little more clearly up the tree.

“Truly people. How's nih? I think it's still alive. Even if you are dead, when we are so,” said Kinasih.

“Yes already, we help,” said Deswita.

“How to? That's a straight tree like that, no branches to climb. Which side are we strong? If you can go up. Want us to jorokin' it's a corpse?”

“Then we seek help to the village.”

“Then you wait here. I'm looking for help.”

“No ah, fear.” Deswita refuses.

“Ya already, we are tukeran kajit.”

“Fear too. It is far from the forest to the village. You are in the distance looking for firewood,” Deswita even look for errors.

Finally Kinasih decided they would return to the village together, while carrying the firewood they had obtained.

Not no cell phones, but for those in the village, the phone is not so useful especially just to find firewood. But if they bring a cell phone, maybe they can contact people in the village quickly.

***

About 45 minutes of their journey until the village even just out of the forest. First the people they met were immediately notified so that the news quickly spread.

Up to the house, Kinasih immediately told Mr. Karso, his father.

Pak Karso is an RT in Malikan Village, without waiting for long Pak Karso immediately informed all residents and made a decision.

“Let's fast, we use the motor only. No matter what the circumstances of the person will die or still be alive, we still bring it here,” ordered Mr. Karso.

Some of the equipment they provide, ranging from body stretchers, carts, ropes, even until the stairs have been prepared.

About five motors drove towards the forest, each motorbike boasted two to three people. There are also curious people who follow on foot.

***

Only about five minutes, the villagers have reached the forest, where the people who were involved in the trees found.

Without waiting for a long time they immediately evacuated the figure, then returned again to the village.

They took him to the clinic.

Mr. Karso, Kinasih and Deswita are waiting for the results of the examination from health workers.

About two hours Doctor Waluyo gave the news that the person was still alive and is now in better shape.

“But sorry, sir, maybe I can ask for clothes to change a patient who is already dirty?” doctor Waluyo said to Mr. Karso.

“Can, Sir. I'll bring it here later. Is it just a few more to replace tomorrow?” ask Mr. Karso.

“Bby, Sir. Better all of you,” said Doctor Waluyo.

 

***

Kinasih felt he had a responsibility to look after the person he found. Therefore he did not go home, from earlier to keep the stranger in the treatment room.

 

At seven o'clock in the evening Mr. Karso came to the clinic to see the development of the stranger and brought food for Kinasih.

“Where, Nas? Is he awake?”

“No idea, Well, his eyeballs were like twitching, but still closed,” said Kinasih.

“Try the mouth water, it's a little open.  What have you been given earlier?”

“Not yet, Dad. I have not been aware.”

“Try it, just give it a go. It may differ in energy from the infusion and that goes into the mouth. Could be throat feeling dry, thirsty.”

Kinasih according to what his father said. He gave a spoonful of water to the mouth of the stranger.

The man, coughed softly.

“Be careful Kinasih, most probably,” his father said.

The stranger's head immediately moved slowly, his eyes opened yet still not so clear.

“Where am I?” ask the man shrewdly.

Kinasih tried to answer every question that the man asked, slowly Kinasih informed him of his condition.

 

***

Almost two weeks Kinasih commute to look after the person, sometimes alternating with Deswita and today the person is healthy enough to sit and walk a little.

“Where is it? Already better, ‘kan?” asked Mr. Karso who happened to visit the young man today.

The young man only nodded while occasionally holding his bandaged head.

“When you go home you want?” ask Mr. Karso.

“I just come, already helped also very grateful. Maybe the cost of this hospital will also be expensive if it continues here,”, said the man still softened his voice.

He had no idea that it was a clinic underwritten by his operational government, not a hospital in general.

“Just calm down, the important thing is that you are healthy first. Let us later take care of things to return to your real home,” said Mr. Karso.

“If you may know, whose name are you?” ask Mr. Karso.

The person was silent for a moment, he frowned like he was thinking. He held back the head that hurt, as if stabbed, then he shook his head many times.

“You don't remember?” ask Mr. Karso, who got an answer with a head-butt again from the man.

“All right, no problem. The important thing is we go home first, slowly you must remember everything.”

“Kinasih, help Dad to take care of the items that will be taken home,” said Mr. Karso back.

Then they went home after confirming it to Doctor Waluyo, then they went home using an angkot.

 

**#

Kinasih activities passed like normal days, although at this time seemed to add one family member in their house, which was only three, namely Mr. Karso, Kinasih, and his sister, Helin.

One week already, the stranger was at Mr. Karso's house. This means that almost 1 month has been in the village since it was discovered.  And today, Friday morning where Kinasih is not selling in the market. They were gathered at the edge of the fish pond, there were some wet cakes he used to make to serve.

“You made this all?” ask the stranger.

Kinasih was actually a little hesitant if it got too close to the stranger. It's not really shameful, either. However, because he was too handsome, his smile was so charming, Kinasih was afraid of falling in love. Though he's a stranger, who knows the real bad guy.

“How, you are healthy, ‘kan?” ask Mr. Karso.

“Already Sir, I've been better. Oh yeah, these cookies are for sale, are they?” ask the young man.

“Yes, my son sells it in the market, but every Friday is off.  Usually holidays are used to find firewood,” replied Mr. Karso.

“Then, tomorrow I can start selling, sir? I do not feel good if I continue to trouble Mr. family.”

“As far as you are, if you can, we are fine. How, Kinasih?”

“If Kinasih too, whatever, but later if there is a Mas this who, Kinasih answer what? His name is not known,” replied Kinasih.

“Oh yes. Do you remember your name?” ask Mr. Karso.

The stranger was silent for a moment, again he closed his eyes while frowning. His head shook, a sign he had not remembered anything.

“Alright, it's okay. Don't force it then. What if I give you a name ... The maruta? It means wind. Because you were found on a tree like being carried by the wind,” said Mr. Karso ended with a light laugh.

“That's a good name, sir. Ma-ru-ta, I like that name. Hopefully my presence here also brings a wind of blessing to the family of the father,” said Maruta alias Estu.

“Aamiin,” replied Kinasih and Mr. Karso in unison.

Maruta could gradually adjust to the Malikan Village. Until he felt his life was dependent on Kinasih. Because there was anything he must have asked Kinasih or waited for Kinasih's approval. Even until the development of recovery he was also Kinasih who accompanied.

Maruta routinely goes to sell with Kinasih in the market. Kinasih's place of sale wasn't a shop, but it was just a stall unloading, so he went to the market at three o'clock before dawn. When the day began to light at about ten or eleven, Kinasih's place was tidied up. Because behind the field there are other stores that have been open from seven or eight.

“Love, can I use your father's motor?” ask Maruta.

“For what? You may. Where are you going?” ask Kinasih.

“I want to try my luck, put these pastries in town. I'll drop it off to some store.”

“Ngapain is so rich? Too busy and berabe. Better to sell it yourself, the profit is intact. Instead of being entrusted, it will be divided into two advantages,” said Kinasih. He thinks too simple.

“In my opinion, although our profit is smaller, but if you buy a lot it is no different from the whole profit as we sell.”

Kinasih had thought, “Then if it did not run out in the store that we entrusted, how? The loss will be bigger, ‘kan?”

“You will have a mobile phone, well the brand that is in this cake you put your mobile number. Later when people will need these cookies he can contact you. Order how much, then can be given money first. So there is no term void and minimize the goods sia.”

Kinasih patiently listened to Maruta's explanation. He began to feel attracted to the guy who had nowhere to come from. Looks smart and good at business.

“Well, if to save in the store, just enough. Wouldn't it be better less? Precisely if the consumer feels the goods he needs are always lacking, he will be curious, addicted and looking for the goods.”

Kinasih nodded his head trying to digest the idea Maruta gave.

“And another one, although we live in the village and wet cakes will not last long for long distance delivery, which may be up to new days will arrive, but we promote to make snacks.

So, we're not just selling the unit cake. Often, some people hold events such as birthday, birthday, thanksgiving. Then we open services for procurement of snacks. Yes, ‘kan?” Maruta is very good at explaining business strategy.

Kinasih was amazed at Maruta's thought. Why hadn't you thought about it before? Like if he does not sell in the market even if many orders are not a problem. Isn't that better? Not seen selling by others, but income never subsides. Deliver orders and work at home.

Kinasih agreed on Maruta's proposal, they also made plans for social media promotion ever. The first thing you need is to create a social media account, because Kinasih does not have one yet.Some applications are used by Maruta to create promotional banners.

Maruta lost his memory, but that doesn't mean he lost his mind, became stupid and his cleverness disappeared too. A person's basic abilities will never be lost, while the person is still alive.

Early months after Maruta and Kinasih made a different marketing concept, there has been no drastic change from the sale of Kinasih cakes.

After stepping on the third month there are many people who order cakes on Kinasih, either for personal consumption of small or large-scale events.

Even Deswita who had only been looking for firewood with Kinasih, she was also busy with her best friend's business in front of the house.

Mr. Karso who still has land about three times three meters in front of his house, made a simple building, the sides of the wall as usual. However, for a stall cover using a board, it might be said to be a small shop.

Although it is a village, but Kinasih needs the place for promotion which will be shared on social media. Even sometimes Kinasih live streaming is also when making cakes. And the storefront is displayed, so as to better convince customers that the production is well organized and a real place.

Seriate...