I MISS A SIMPLICITY

part 1

"Pleave…"

"The one who is smooth, Lebak bulus abis…"

Sayup sayup I heard the sound of the AKAP bus kernek telling passengers that the bus I was riding had reached the terminal's final destination, the terminal lebak bulus.

Early today I will set foot in the capital again. Yes, I did not come to this capital city that is famous for all this congestion and chaos. Counted that I have been here four times. The goal is the same, come to my first brother's house. The difference is, if only for vacation or play, this time I came to intend to continue college. And maybe work also helps my sister-in-law's business. Oiya, I just graduated High School. I'm nineteen, and I'm a normal person, as is.

The atmosphere this morning was still very dark. I saw the clock, just four o'clock past. Sayup-sayup also I can hear the sound of Adzan reverberating. It was dawn. I hurried to prepare my luggage which was just a backpack containing clothes, and a small cardboard box that I forgot what it contained, which was obviously some typical food of my village, he said, take care of my parents, for my sister's family.

"Hap", I set my foot on this terminal again. From today everything will begin. I'm not a schoolboy anymore. I should have changed my mindset. Especially now that I'm going to live with my sister. Even though he's my older brother, but he's married anyway, he's already built his own family, and you could say I'm going to hitch a ride in his house. I can't be lazy anymore. I need to be able to help whatever I can. That's the message my mother always delivered before I left yesterday.

It was hard to leave my village. But how else, there I can't do anything. Very small job opportunities. Most work on the rice fields owned by the father. But it's impossible because my parents didn't want me to do it. Maybe it has become a habit and mindset of parents in the village. They don't want their children to be like those who are just farmers. In fact, if diligent and smart, farmers can also make a lot of money. Or maybe what they expected was his prestige? I don't know.

Armed with instructions sent by SMS yesterday, I then searched the angkot to the house of my sister. Hopefully not stray. Last time I was here with my sister, but now I'm alone. Alone. Moving to the capital. To complain about fate.

After a journey of about 30 minutes, I arrived at my sister's house. The atmosphere is still a bit dark even though the sun is almost showing its shape. I told my brother that I was at the gate of their house. Fortunately my sister-in-law is awake.

My own sister, a housewife. His name is Endang Ayuningtyas. Very cute and chatty, typical housewife mom nowadays. But very affectionate and attentive with his sister. The two of them were now both twenty-eight years old.

I'm actually four brothers, and I'm number three. My second brother lives in the village. Just like my sister-in-law, she also has a business spirit. The difference is my brother is more into the world of farming. He raised ducks and catfish. Alhamdulillah is now a regular supplier for several restaurants in the village. His name is Prayoga Restu Kusuma.

At first I wondered why mas Yoga can stay in the village and do business there. And no one protested when she decided not to continue school. As for me, my parents and Mba Endang insisted I should continue school here. But the words that ended some time ago have awakened me. Me and them are both different. Our character and nature are different. Yoga is now twenty-three years old.

As for myself, Alfian Restu Kusuma. An ordinary young man was nineteen years old. Really ordinary. They have little advantage in academia. Seriously, besides that I don't have any skills. In fact, it tends to be rather lazy. And will only do certain things that I find fun.

"You must continue ian school, you are different from me and mas mu Yoga. I'm just lucky to have a husband like the hardworking Rizal. Mas Mu Yoga, no more sinter than you, but he has the skill and perseverance. He wants to try. As for you, your brain is much more sintered than the two of us, baby if you don't go to school. But your males should also be reduced. Cost issues, don't think about it. I can help, but you also have to learn to find money as well, you can help Rizal while here later".

That is the message and advice that is always said mba Endang before graduation yesterday. Inget was right I how his reaction was to disagree when I did not want to continue school and just go to work. My mom is very attentive.

Lastly, my only brother. Girl, her name is Binar Ayuningtyas and now she is sixteen years old. Just entered SMA. In the village too. Just like me, among the four of us his intelligence is the most decent. The person is jovial, easy to get along with, a little spoiled, but most difficult to say ngeyel eyebrows.

Oiya almost forgot, both my parents, Kusuma and Hernaningtyas, a middle-aged couple who always try to be happy and meet all the needs of their children. They are our encouragement. The purpose of our life. There's not much I can write for both of them. I can only pray that I can be successful soon and make them happy one day. Aamiins.