Jakarta In Today
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Many stories take place inside the city of Jakarta, about officials, businessmen, traders, drivers, lawyers, jams, scavengers, bums, buskers, thugs, touts, tricksters, tailors, solers, solvers, washerman, washing without iron, ironer without washing. Not to forget ink porters, building porters, transport porters, basic transportation, to transport goods people and other porters. They always have a story that shows how unique the capital city of Jakarta is.
It tells the story of rich people who take money from the poor, or poor people who tempt the rich who deliberately take their money. Maybe also about the hick people from the village who complained about fate in the capital to find work, until finally ended up as a bus driver.
Warju bin Suherman, a name that is quite famous in the village pakulaut, because he contributed greatly in advancing the economy of the village, by bringing unemployed young people to work in the city.
Working in the field of transportation, round-trip Terminal, receive tourism rent, and shuttle goods, yes Warju is the Kopaja driver.
And now, among the tiredness of the city streets are jammed, hot asphalt overflowing, vehicle horns are interconnected, know the pots puffing carbon monksida arrogantly, he said, or the quarrel of two drivers hit because of mutual assistance rearview mirror.
For Warju it was just a small episode because in his own life there was too much drama. He grasped tightly the round steering wheel of the Kopaja bus which began winding through the narrow congestion at the intersection of the red light of Daan Mogot road.
"The left bang." Saut passengers are about to get off.
"Ready." Banting stir Kopaja driver was pulled over with shrewd.
Warju Bin Suherman was born in a small village in the far reaches of the middle of nowhere named Pakulaut, a veteran Kopaja driver. The age of 38 years and has spent half his life trying to work in Jakarta.
Minutes of career ranging from working as a hawker, shoe polish, busker, fried trader, barber and his latest profession is a copaja driver who has been in his business for the last 10 years.
The salt acid of Jakarta city life and bitter sweet experience, it makes Warju as a respected person from among young nomads, or rather, it, he is a senior nomad who often gives wise advice to fellow Javanese. Including Warju Bin Suherman also became one of the high staff in the Javanese nomads which was shortened to PAPERJA.
The late night brought a Kopaja bus with the words kalideres - Grogol, plus the description of the sticker paste 'Ra kerjo ya Rekoso.', 'Mother Prayer of all time.' and 'Wani Sangsoro'... parked in the house type S3 (selonjor alone difficult) suburban village Semanan.
The new warju down was greeted by a woman with a smile full of happiness, she was the wife, Siti Maemunah, and was commonly called by Warju, Mae.
Seeing Mae's charming smile, Warju stood up again as if tired from blowing in the wind, or hot butt after sitting for hours on a chair, lost without giving news. Feeling more noble than a president who was greeted by drum band, military parade, and SD student carnival in the event of seventeen August, Warju smiled sumringah.
A little happiness after Warju all day slammed between the hard asphalt streets of Jakarta, there in this simple house that he had. Everything he got now did not come from a magic bag, nor did the gift in a coffee wrapper. But the real struggle of decades, sweat, blood, tears, time and self-esteem.
Hitchhiking a freight truck that departs from the village to deliver various kinds of handicrafts from his village. But reality is always different from expectations, armed with SD diploma pakulaut 05 and al-Qur'an letter from Madrasah Al Muttaqin.
All that means nothing to find work in the city, where insider power and bribes are much more effective.
In the end, Warju lived in a hard Jakarta and had to move to and fro just looking for a bed and odd jobs to meet the cost of food.
Every now and then Warju had to pick up leftover food from the stalls and fight each other with the hounds that saw him looking in the trash cans in his territory, a strong determination for the sake of the family still tightly grasped.
Not long after the Warju came to Jakarta, it was the era of reform in 1998, demonstrations, riots, looting, murder or all sorts of anarchist acts that wanted to overthrow the President's throne. Warju saw various kinds of bad events and made him realize that the face of Jakarta is the people themselves.
Voracious faces, disappointed faces, starving faces, angry faces, grieving faces, laughing faces, innocent faces without knowing anything, and a face that wants to know the meaning of the words in the banners of the protesters. It was all the face of Jakarta that saw Warju while in the overseas land.
The plain face that spoke to the rogue was full of codet wounds, tricking them into being lured into getting rich like doubling money, that too often he saw. Or also the dignified faces who spoke on the podium of honor, made promises, grasped ideals, and in the end forgot their reasons.
About the economic downturn in Indonesia in that year, actually not so thought by Warju. It's just enough to impact the trades he sells. Making economic problems as a reason to offer cold lemonade drinks, even though he did not know about economic science, because graduated SD was grateful.
But with a slight grimacing smile showing yellow teeth that one week left untouched Odol, Warju said... "Well sir, I don't know about the economy, it's up to the country to collapse or even the important ones I can still eat, that's okay."
Still with the mixture of Tegal's dialect medok, the buyer himself only smiled wryly at the words of the Warju and offered a hundred silver coins.
From the word Warju it is used as a life guide for nomads, to stick into a motto.
'No matter how bad the problem is about the economy of the country, it is not a problem for us, the poor nomads. Because thinking about what to eat tomorrow, has become a problem today.'
It is inscribed under the flag with the symbols of rice hats, hoes, rice and cassava crossing, such as the picture of the pirate flag of david jones, fluttering in the wind next to the contract 4 x 6 meters as a place for Java nomads while doing activities.
