Jakarta In Today

Wahid's Number

In the city of Jakarta, everything must be fussed. Starting from the big things, such as the loss of money bansos, recriminations, bribes and eventually go into the prison with apartment facilities. Or even about small things, such as people playing mound, losing one seed, accusing each other, ridiculing each other, fighting and in the end reporting to the police, going to jail.

There is no peaceful day to live in a city full of troubled people. An image that Soldiers see on TV news every afternoon after a water animal show.

But it would not only be a picture in his mind alone. Because now Soldiers will go to the city of Jakarta to complain about their fate as a nomads.

Together with one close friend from birth, as bound by destiny, one village, one Elementary School to Junior High, the neighbor as well. Share your fate as a village person who knows nothing about romance.

Soldiers and Narmo, they both only have one sacred intention to go wandering, namely to change the fate of poor families generations to the bottom and fall.

The soldiers remembered that day...

When Narmo was bathing his chickens. Mak Kijah came with a feeling of annoyance and without intro first, directly entered Reff to give a long lecture to a child just puppet.

The voice of the Javanese, especially the famous Tegal dialect medok and has a final sentence long enough, the mak kijah began to talk loudly without any dots, commas, exclamation marks, what else is a question mark.

The voice could be heard from up to five neighboring houses. The distance between the houses is up to ten meters.

After having a stroke, this bad atmosphere occurred after Mak Kijah chatted at a vegetable stall on the edge of the kamling post, to the right of the kang Mail-owned grocery store. Although not buying vegetables, Mak Kijah came to just browse and update the latest news around the village.

But the conversation at that time, had a great impact on the perspective of Mak Kijah. Some neighbors who gathered told about the smell of the Indonesian economy.

The more it degenerates, the more it falls and the more critical it is for global competition. That is because the youth of the nation, the next generation who bear the responsibilities of the state, are more complacent about the comfort of being unemployed. Of course after hearing the news, Mak Kijah was increasingly upset, because one of the subjects that became the main factor of the country's economic problems was his own son.

Narmo sujatmiko, a 3-year-old unemployed, junior high school graduate, is on the verge of going crazy over a hen.

"Narvo... You boys do not be careless, you will be the head of the family, the priest, the leader. If it is now only being unemployed, what will be the future of this Indonesian nation, it can be damaged, damaged !!!."

With a broomstick drawn, he pointed it up like General Sudirman called for an attack on the Dutch.

"Do you remember, your late father, the hard worker, every day hoeing the fields, every day hoeing the fields, every day hoeing the rice fields, even when not the rice fields for hoeing, he hoeed the paddy field he had hoeed."

"There is no other work than hoeing Mak."

"How else, your father is a farm worker."

"Oooooohh."

"But you, every day only chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken and chicken, do you aspire to live to be a chicken, marry a chicken, if that's true, don't call me your mother. Did you hear !!!."

There is no refutation of Narmo, the words of Mak Kijah imprinted on the simple man, and who would have thought Mak Yati, was, as the mother of Soldiers heard the lecture of Mak Kijah who became the promoter of mothers whose children are unemployed. They immediately acted before the future of the nation's successor was further damaged.

Of course the Soldier is not unemployed for many years like Narmo, because only two months ago he graduated from SMK one Tonjong country. But Mak Yati was immediately contaminated with the words of Mak Kijah, then start to give advice.

Soldiers were called, faces bent in complexity, strong hands that smoothed the seasoning with a swipe, as if the emotions of his mother were spilled out full of emotion.

"Kar, you are an educated child, SMK Negeri one tonjong, means top number, number one, second to none ."

It is true that Mak Yati said, because in the Brebes area where Soldiers only have one SMK school, it is second to none.

"Remember this Kar, you are at a high school with your father, so that later you will not be a coolie, so you can tick on TV."

His mother meant a computer, because when looking at a computer monitor like a tube TV, Mak Yati only knew that it was a TV that people could use to work in the office.

Even when his father who came from the front because he wanted to make coffee, had to turn around when he saw Mak Yati's eyes bulging.

Even though he said his mother did not like Askar could not argue, because it was indeed the electrical education department he chose.

"It's the same as being a coolie, look at all your sisters, there's something great and you can take a car with you."

Because indeed one of Soldier's brothers is a driver, and he can only be bowed to reflect on all the words of his mother.

Then answered all the long words spoken by Mak Yati.."Yes, Mother."

Because Askar is a child who dutiful with both parents, obedient worship, the people of Prophet Muhammad and diligently saving. So that Soldier does not want to see his Father and Mother ride apitam, just because waiting for the fortune from the job application letter he sent.

Tired of waiting for a reply. In the days that followed, Askar and Namro planned to go to Jakarta on their own reasons.

Soldiers who have a reason not to make his mother disappointed, while for Narmo because he was tired of hearing long lectures Mak Kijah for hours. Even the Soldier as his neighbor could do nothing but watch, listen to which then guaranteed all the advice of Mak Kijah.

On the day before Soldier and Narmo went to a place never explored by their feet, Tarmad's truck was ready to leave after all the goats were caught in the rear tub.

"Come on coy, ready to slide ."

Shouted Mr. Tarmad with one of his knees that stand by in one seat beside the driver. Narmo was silent in silence by hugging Namira, caressing her like she was going to sing the song 'last night' and it was true that Narmo sang the song of Bang Haji Roma Irama with sobbing.

After singing for three minutes from the intro to Reff, Narmo handed Namira over to her mother. Down sad with the hand of Mak Kijah gently rubbed the back of the child just wayang go. It is clear Mak's face looks like heavy releasing Narmo wander.

Soldier himself was silent in front of his mother and father, just like the mistress, the mother's soft hands rubbed her hair and cried in her arms.

"Kar remember, Jakarta is cruel, but God's wrestling is always there to help his servant in times of distress. So do not forget Allah, pray, teach and alms if it is difficult or successful."

The words of his mother always imprint in the hearts of Soldiers, he himself can see how complicated the face of the Father when he was about to hug Soldier.

"If you have trouble there, this ....."

"May be sold sir ."

"Not ..in it there is something that can make all distress peaceful, you must remember that."

"A legacy letter ?."

"About."

His father had always been firm in all sorts of things, even when saying A, his father would not think of any other reason to turn into B.

But the firmness of Father's face was like a melt, when releasing Soldiers to migrate to the evil land that aspires to success for the nomads.

"Oi, quick coy, it's Date line's ."

Shouted Mr. Tarmad who has been clawing his beloved truck Munawaroh, waving haru to the family when the two of them left in a goat truck.

The expression on the soldier's face was like saying...

"Show your fangs Jakarta, I won't be scared by your figure."