Jakarta In Today

Imported goat

After the heroic story of Mr. Tarmad khatam up to three volumes in a full night.

Now the Soldier began to talk to his three new friends, traveling companions from the village, the three of them are Mandra, Jumin and Marjuki. Three goats that will be used as gulai, satay or stew in the food stall.

Actually, the three of them are the rest of the second stop at the tongseng stall, 12 goats brought by Tarmad, the three new friends.

Mandra a goat bandot who often tells his love story with other goats, it is quite amazing, of course in the world standards of scapegoating. How not, said Mandra already 15 female goats are subdued by him, ranging from java goats, sheep goats, etawa goats, imported Australian goats to Siberia was bulldozed.

Soldier nodded his salute to the greatness of Mandra, his arrogance was marked sound continues to bleat. But if mandra was a human, maybe he was already on trial for impregnating another woman with no responsibility, what a pity to think of that.

While Mandra is currently CinLok with a Jumin goat, Jumin has a tragic story on the journey of life as a goat. She was a 9-time widow whose husband ended up at a roadside satay stall. During life, Jumin has given birth to 6 children, of course, goat offspring.4 of them are males and 2 females.

Soldiers feel compassion when they hear the story of Jumin who had to leave her children in the village, imagine how heartwarming their separation. Even Jumin had thought to match his youngest son to Soldiers, of course he refused.

With regard to the Mandra cinlok to Jumin, Jumin like to signal the green light to Mandra, marked by a long frantic sound and a flick of turning his tail. Maybe Jumin is ready to marry, but if their love really happens, then Jumin will be the 10th widow.

Miris Askar thought of the world of scapegoating....

One more friend of the goat Soldier who is so quiet, call Marjuki not so concerned with the story of digress from Mandra, or the poignant story of Jumin romance.

He would rather just shut up and shake his head. But after Askar invited him to talk, Marjuki was more interested in the country's economic problems, because the government preferred imported goat meat from abroad. Because of that problem, making the price of local mutton which people say is not as good as imported meat.

"Do you know, I'm tired of hearing the government's rightful words."

Being listened to by others might be just the sound of an ordinary goat. But for Soldier and with a little imagination, he could understand Marjuki's intentions.

"Doubtful, they said the local goat meat was alot, a lot of fat, high cholesterol, not nutritious, all kinds of reasons they let out. That's just common sense."

The soldier nodded in understanding as he listened to Marjuki's words. Because if he interrupted her words, Marjuki would get angry. He is a tempramental goat who is easily emotional.

"They are just looking for a reason to import goat meat, because the price of buying meat outside is cheap and can be sold expensive in this country, embeek ."

Such is the opinion of Marjuki as a village goat who expressed the contents of the mind representing the goats. Who is the soldier who only listens, because he is more afraid of the horns by the marjuki if he does not guarantee it.

Soldier reopened the old phone bought by his brother as a gift when he entered SMK. It may seem so outdated. But that's the truth.

The screen is still black and white like old tube TV and classical sound like the sound of a Dutch colonial bicycle bell. The voice sounded as a sign of incoming messages.

Said Askar's brother, Rusdi Waran, he was told by HP counter guards, if this phone is a special item that in use aide general Sudirman when communicating to attack in guerrilla war.

The previous owners were great people from the Japanese colonial era. Of course for Rusdi who does not understand history, can only be amazed by the glittering eyes and head nodding automatically.

While in the opinion of Soldier, this phone is a former belonging to an old veteran who he sold because his retirement money as a freedom fighter of the Indonesian nation is not liquid, he said, or it is not enough because it continues to be cut by the government.

Why the soldier could know, it was because he had seen the message left in the phone and said....

Mb4h SudAh tDk pUny4 U4Ng, Nich 4ja mBh 5u Ju4L Hp, Cos U4ng PenSiuN Ngk CaiR, ToNG,

~"(M3RDEK4)"~

The LophE2 MuUuU4Ch

Miris saw how heartbreaking the attention of the government to the veteran fighters who sacrificed their bodies for Indonesian independence, so that the nation could feel the beauty of development.

As for now, they were the remaining ancestors, as if not cared for by the eyes of the government anymore.

Miris, it is sad, even the sacred message is still stored in an important folder for soldiers to capture and if he had time to show it to Mr. President later in Jakarta.

The clock has shown at 3 am, meaning that it has been more than 11 hours in Mr. Tarmad's truck as a place to take them to Jakarta to wander.

"Coy, wake up, already entered Jakarta this ."

The breakthrough of Mr. Tarmad's hands and the sound of his screams made Soldiers surprised, including also waking Narmo who had since left to sleep soundly by hugging a photo of his female chicken Namira.

Soldiers removed the roof cover of the truck, looked out and his eyes were seriously watching every large, tall and twinkling building. It was like when he saw it on TV .

Trucks still speeding, the fresh morning breeze hit Soldiers' hair, felt like they were in space and drove along the comet's straight, fast and powerful path. Soldiers stunned by the sparkling lights of the building that is still brightly lit at dawn at this time, the big screen conjures up a picture of a beautiful, white, smooth woman advertising just by stirring, lifting a bar of soap while smiling, she said, it was like it was on his 15-inch TV. Soldiers were really amazed because this is where they were in Jakarta.

While Narmo was agape, his eyes did not blink even once, this was a city where there were no dim lights, unlike in their village where it was 11 p.m, when it is time to sleep all the lights from the terrace, until the chicken coop lights are turned off... "Boros, extravagant is his friend the devil ."

Simple is not, but it makes Soldier understand, if Jakarta is a place for Satanic friends who like to waste electricity.