Jakarta In Today

Jakarta

Imagine what Jakarta looks like. Flooding, it's common. Jammed, that's an old story. Corruptor, everyone is tired of hearing it. Or the capital city of the Republic of Indonesia, do not be asked again because it is a common thing even already in the second grade children's textbooks SD. There are pictures anyway.

Basically, Jakarta is only a place that is chosen as a special territory of the Capital of government. But the most important thing is in it to be the purpose of gathering all mankind from various parts of the archipelago. Not only limited to humans, but also supernatural beings whose heads are lost and looking for it through SMS messages are also in this capital city. No need to be surprised or amazed, because all these events are very natural, just like humans breathe to live.

The face of Jakarta is the people who live in it, various people with their own nature and character, being unique things that are always there in every corner of Jakarta.

If we look around, for example, just like a child descended from Nusa Tenggara living in Jakarta by opening a tegal food stall or quite famous known as a warteg. It has become a unique thing to tell, about those who start a business because they are inspired by tempe orek.

It's all just a little story from the nomads as a fairy tale for their children to sleep soundly, and make them do not have the intention of being a nomads just because tempted to see the appearance of others.

Because, when they see their neighbors have just come home using dozens of skimpy clothes, torn left right, lacking materials, showing off urat. Lebel price has not been removed, 10,000 for a thin t-shirt torn on the shoulder, their faces full of powder, red lipstick blushing, and shiny like diesel oil, which he said.

"It's the fashion of today's city boy, you never know what Fashion is... You're quick to feed your goats."

"Don't get me wrong, my frat also knows fashion, yesterday he asked for skin care and kalpanak ointment he said so that the skin is smooth." The reply.

If it's about their lives in Jakarta there. Acting rich, trendy, pretentious when people like that are only a mobile cigarette seller who offers goods with friendly appeal.

There is also a stylish tacky bachelor like a rock singer, torn pants, pierced, arm-length tattoos, and hairstyle model Elvis Presley Sukaesih.

She said.... "Where do you know about music, in the city of Jakarta there, there is no such thing as a tambourine, khosidah or anything, the cave of the gathering is the same as the children of Rock, metal, pop, gambus, and so on, the orchestra and topmost is Tan Dji Door." Spectacularly true what he said.

In reality he is only a guitar player between the Kopaja bus and angkot-angkot kalideres-senen, aka bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus. Using stater pack dull, cheap and decker T-shirts. Without anyone else knowing he bought cheap new clothes from the morning market before heading home to the village, in order to be boasted.

And one more person is stylish like an office employee who uses a suit and tie. He was only willing to offer a food product from sunflower seeds called kuaci.

Full of authority, styled firmly like a presidential candidate on the podium greeted the applause of the supporters...."Make no mistake mother, father, brothers, om-om sisters and aunts. This is the most fantastic food product the world has ever seen. See the composition Water, Energy, Protein, Fat, Carbohydrate, Fiber, Calcium, Iron..You know what iron is ?."

They only shook their heads because they did not know and others were amazed at the composition of the nutritional content in the kuaci wrap.

He also answered...."Five sacks you eat, it could be iron man."

Seduce customers from supermarkets to roadside stalls, but because the products are not sold that make their career ends, from kuwaci selesman to kopaja kink.

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Askar Alfarizi, born in a small village far from urban, middle-of-the-north area in the land of people who love poci tea and know Aci named Pakulaut village Tegal district.

Simple houses stand parallel to the side of the road which is only covered with asphalt and gravel. There is nothing special about this village. Everything looks the same as the other villages. Streets that are only passed by buffalo, goats or duck parade like the model on the Catwalk.

Rarely does a vehicle appear to pass. Although there is, it is only limited to pick up butut cars that come to visit to bring crops or livestock from the village of Pakulaut to be sold to the city every month.

Fresh air without carbon monoxide contamination or the noise of motorbike clubs scrambling the road, making the people of Pakulaut village never complain about air pollution and environmental pollution.

Village people only issue small things, such as their buffalo mating with neighboring buffalo, which will be a problem is the dispute of ownership of the custody of the buffalo breed.

The owner of the male buffalo would argue.... " If your buffalo isn't an insignificance, there's no way my buffalo would cheat with yours ."

Reply to the owner of the female buffalo.... "But your buffalo is nervous, every night sneaking in without permission to my cage, you don't know the custom ."

Mr. RT replied... "Where there are buffalo who have a custom, if they have, they must wear pants and queue in front of the toilet when defecating." by muttering and turning his face.

Although the incident was so chaotic, said arguments one by one, vilified each other buffalo and mocked their father's name, but it was a natural thing, as well as people defecating in the morning.

There was no fighting, no commotion, what more brawl between neighbors. It will all end in mutual agreement, it is not too stressful, what else is moving. It's just that it doesn't make the lives of the soldiers in the village of Pakulaut fun.

What to expect?, Pakulaut Village does not have luxury facilities like urban, there are no tall buildings or signal transmitting towers. For Soldiers living life as a village child armed with Islamic religious knowledge from Tonali who never let go of teaching once a day, can only be pensive to imagine what living in the city would be like.

Since childhood matured himself prepare for the future, he fantasized that someday go to the city and work in a large company with enough salary to buy a car. That's what the soldiers imagined. A simple dream when he was just 12 years old, a time when the desire of the heart began to grow and want to grow up soon.

Wake up at 4am to bathe and pray, preparing for all the needs that Soldiers will bring to school. Before breakfast he also took the time to feed the family's pet goats.

Not too heavy for Soldiers, when compared to some other friends who have to help their mothers to sell and transport luggage 5 kilometers from the market. Even Narmo was one of his friends since childhood, he always arrived late. Not because lazy or unable to get up early, but because Narmo had to go around the village to leave the sale of chips to other traders.

That's what Narmo did at dawn and it's not over at the school entrance bell. Every teacher understood, when the trade was late he sent, requiring Narmo to take it to class while the lesson hours had begun. Without the need to feel bothered, sometimes all the chips are purchased by other friends.

Although such a routine was not strange for the village children, Soldiers did not dare to imagine if they had to be in the position of Narmo. Not infrequently also some friends who have to drop out of school before completing compulsory nine years of study. Working as gardeners in the city, they do it to help parents and send their younger siblings to school.

Soldiers salute those still struggling to continue attending school as a life-changing determination of the poor line of seven descendants that flow in the veins of the family.