Jakarta In Today

First step

When Soldier was a child, he asked his father, Rohmat Sofyan, about what Jakarta was like, the curiosity of 12-year-olds was so passionate, he said, especially when seen by him a young man from one village just returned to wander in the style of a rock singer.

Many people tell me about how beautiful life is in the capital city of Jakarta, tall buildings, luxury cars passing by, and so on, beautiful women lined up neatly on the side of the road or even people in suits who are full of good heart to distribute help to the poor.

There are also people who say about the cruelty of the city of Jakarta, not only about thugs, thieves, fraudsters, or other criminals. But when trying to find work it takes the power of insiders, or administration as a transmitter of affairs, without it being rejected. Trading in the road, satpol PP came, they were expelled, and all goods were transported. Or have not worked anything else trade, they live under the bridge because the contract is riled up.

Of course, at that time, Soldier was just a plain little boy who even just knew that Jakarta was the capital of Indonesia from a picture textbook for 3rd grade SD children. But dad told me when Soldiers want to sleep...

"Kar, Jakarta is like a fish pond, which is filled with pitak and cork fish."

A very strange picture to explain, but Soldier still listened to his father's story carefully.

"The pitak fish are we poor people in Jakarta, while the cork fish are rich people, officials and other successful entrepreneurs."

Of course Soldiers who are still silent imagine a pond with the contents only pitak and cork only.

"The pitak's love is well."

"It is clear, the pitak fish must be eaten by the cork fish, like us who live in the midst of the rich greedy and merciless, we will be eaten by them, that's Jakarta."

Soldiers who was a child at that time, imagined that Jakarta was very scary. How not, after he studied, understood and understood the core of the story from his father.

Soldiers more broadly imagine, that the poor, the poor, the ignorant, do not know about how cruel the city of Jakarta, will only be food for the cork fish, he said, as the image of those who are in power by themselves.

And once there was an Indonesian lesson about 'telling something memorable in life'.Maybe most of the classmates in the small village school will tell about their journey on an excursion, climbing a mountain, and, a walk to the zoo and a picnic on the beach.

Even though SD friends from the village are equally poor and never know what a picnic is, maybe in their minds the picnic is only limited to sitting down to eat in the outdoors. Like the picture is eating in a saung while delivering lunch to their father who is hoeing in the rice field.

Or maybe a walk in the zoo is limited to seeing animals from the wild, but this time a little closer to true. Because around their village, there is still a wild forest and rarely visited by people. sometimes seen monkeys, large snakes and said there was a time to see the Tiger, he said, but it is still a myth, because according to research Java tiger was extinct decades ago.

After the Soldier's name was called, he preferred to tell about the bedtime story from the garland of Rohmat Sofyan, the Soldier's own father. A piece of the story about the rigors of life in the city of Jakarta that is described between ponds, pitak fish and cork fish. Anyone could see the teacher's mother khotimah holding back her laughter, assuming that the Soldier's story was not an interesting thing to listen to.

The teacher fell silent and stood up to give a big applause like PSSI supporters when they saw him score at home to Germany, in the end it was Askar who got the best value from all classmates.

But in reality the journey of the soldier's life leads him to this city, a city filled with ravenous and cruel cork.

And for now Askar got off Tarmad's truck, after giving warm farewells to the three new friends he knew during the trip. Accompany boredom with various life stories, love stories or complaints of government concern for the world of gambling.

asksr's first step as a Javanese nomad from the middle of nowhere, he was like a small pitak fish and helpless against predators in this dirty pond.

Without knowing anything about the city of Jakarta, blind directions, where right or left, who he is and who they are, Soldier knows no one but his one best friend, Narmo.

Before Mr. Tarmad continued his journey, he gave a little fare for helping him when Munawaroh's tires leaked, and lowered the goat herds at each stop shop.

Although it was only Fifty thousand rupiah but for Soldiers and Narmo is a blessing from the Tarmad pack that they cannot value for now.

"Coy, you're pretty educated, get the right job, don't be a scalper, don't be a thug, don't be a murderer, don't be a pickpocket, don't be a beggar, don't be a thief, don't be a fraud, don't be and more importantly don't be a salesman."

"Why can't it be sales, it's halal work." Ask Soldier.

"Sometimes a seller has to deceive people, looking to profit from the way they seduce, despite being aware that it is someone else's loss, but the sellers only know if their goods are sold."

"Oh so."

"And also remember do not forget to pray, whatever busy you are looking for money, do not forget the almighty who created this universe, I am sure God will take care of you ."

That was the last tip given by Mr. Tarmad to Soldiers and Narmo, when it was finished, just immediately Munawaroh he hit the gas. For now

in the place where Soldier stood, he was like a pitak fish the same as his father's story.

Large buildings, and all things so extraordinary make Soldiers imagine, if the owners were all the cork fish. But still he strengthened his heart to step forward as a dreamy man, a nomad of sharp pebbled stone soil, billed a promise in the city of hope.that was him, Al Farizi Soldier.