Love Stories Overseas
Chapter 4
During the 5-hour journey Dila continued to reply to messages with his friends, including Nino who had also escorted his departure.
When the clock shows at 1 pm, the bus carrying Dila and the group arrived at one of the PO buses in the Cibitung area, Bekasi. From the PO the bus is Dila and the others have to take the bus again to the contract which will be their temporary residence.
When heading to the contract of a father-father who became their guide showed a fairly large building with a fairly large courtyard. That is the LPK building of labor distributors who will be the distributor of their work.
" The LPK Jaya Sentosa which will be your distributor into the big PT, tomorrow at 7 am you must be there in front of you to start training".
The bus stopped in front of the empty land, Dila and the group walked through the empty land and stopped in front of a large enough house that became a temporary contract for the nomads.
" You will stay here for a while, because for two weeks you have to attend work training at LPK, as a stock you work at PT later".
" I have to take care of some files to the LPK, so you all rest first, if you want to find food, in front there is a food stall that is open for 24 hours, you can go there anytime".
The fathers left Dila and the others just like that, Dila went into the mansion and met the landlord's mother.
" You guys who will stay in the rented can follow me to the back" said the mother of the contract owner sounding cold and no friendly.
It turns out that behind the big house there is a fairly large building with 2 floors and enough doors, there are about 50 doors with a room area of 2x3 meters. Even Dila's room in the village alone was wider than the rented room.
" The cost of rent for a week 150 thousand, and it must be paid in advance".
Dila felt confused by the words of the mother of the contract owner, and it turned out that the contract had to be paid alone.
To save on expenses, Dila approached one of the female friends who left with her, the sweet black girl who had been smiling kindly to Dila, the girl was from a different SMK to Dila.
" I'm sorry, if I may know what your name is?", whispered Dila to the girl.
" Asri, my name is Asriati".
" I'm Dila ".
The two met and called each other names.
" As, to save on expenses, what if we live in a room together, so the cost of 150 thousand a week we can pay half" Dila tried to negotiate with Asri.
Asri who are both new to wander and also have to save on spending agrees with Dila's proposal. Likewise with others who follow the way Dila and Asri to save money.
Dila and Asri received their room keys after paying the rent for the next week.
" This is the key, staying here can receive guests, but no noise and make a rowdy, okay?".
Dila and Asri nodded in understanding, and looked for the room number according to the number listed on the key pendulum that Dila held.
" This room is As", point to Dila.
The rooms are on the lower floor, there are 3 rooms facing each other, and the room occupied by Dila is in the middle of the room facing east.
The public bathroom was not far from their room, because it was next to the room next to Dila's room. It is only one room away, but the building is separate.
Dila was really surprised when he opened the door of his rented room, because the room was empty, there was only a sheet of pandan mat in the room.
Previously Dila imagined maybe a narrow room with a rent of 150 thousand per week already there are mattresses, pillows and small cabinets to store clothes. But the sight before him made him frown, there was only a thin sheet of mat there.
" I mean, there's only mats here".
" What do you want you to rent a room 150 thousand per week like?, complete with a mattress and AC?, that's the rental price in the suburbs".
There was the sound of the occupants of the next room, the voice of a young man with a thick Javanese dialect.
Asri went in and put down his big bag, then leaned against the wall of the room made of plywood board.
It is fitting that what Dila said can be heard from the next room, it turns out that the wall between their rooms with two rooms on the left right is just a plywood board.
" Yes we've just opened the mat, the floor is cold, I want to fall asleep, tired".
" It turns out that this is not a Dil wall, just a plywood board, your message can be heard until the next room, and the sound from the next room can be heard loudly from here".
Asri accidentally knocked on the plywood board where he leaned. Dila scrunched her forehead.
Dila and Asri lay their bodies on the mat with a large bag of clothes.
" Living abroad is hard, it takes effort and struggle, especially if you are just pioneering like the two of you, must be clever to manage expenses in order to survive".
Again the voice of the young man from the next room was heard. But Dila and Asri did not bother, living a merantau must be supple and friendly, especially the young man will be his room neighbor for a few weeks.
" What area is he from?, his voice is medok, could it be from the same area as the two of us?", Dila tried to invite the young man who was in the room next to him.
" I'm the original Pemalang Mbak, Maknya from where?".
" I'm Banyumas ".
" And I am from Sokaraja", replied Asri introducing himself.
" Ogh, yes it is still a group mba, not very far from Pemalang".
They continued to chat casually after finding out fellow Javanese. Though they had not known each other, nor saw each other's faces, because the three of them chatted in their respective rooms.
" Warung that sells rice next to where Mas?, was just told that there is a stall in front, but do not know in front of where". Asri who was hungry finally invited Dila to lunch at the stall.
" Don't know yet Mba, will I drop you off?, and I'll have lunch too".
Dila and Asri walked out of the room and locked the door of their room before leaving. The young man also came out of his room, and did the same thing locking the door of his room. It turned out that the young man was a tall-haired curl and a friendly face.
" Wow it turns out Mbak is both beautiful and sweet, knew so from earlier I came out of the room".
" If you may know his name who these beautiful mothers are?. I am Evan".
Evan reached out his hand, the young man was about 19 years old brother of Dila's force, and only 6 months old.
" I'm Dila".
" I'm Asri".
The three of them became acquainted with each other while walking towards the rented front food stall, which turned out to be quite a distance away, because it had to pass through the bare ground. Throughout the journey the three of them continued to chat casually.
" Mas Evan why this clock is still rented?, does not work?", asked Dila curious.
" I'm in the night shift again, leaving at 3pm and going home at 11pm".
Dila stared at the screen of his phone, "means another hour should have reached PT dong Mas?".
Evan nodded, "Find your meal first, eat your bath, wait for the bus to pick up there", pointed Evan at the stop where Dila and the others got off the bus.
It turns out that working at PT in a big city there is transportation provided by PT to shuttle.
Dila and Asri nodded and understood. It's also nice to have acquaintances who have been wandering first, so you can find information.
The three of them arrived at the food stall, and had lunch together.
" As a sign of the beginning of the introduction, so I pay for your food, next time you two have worked and received a monthly salary, replace you who treat to eat".
Dila and Asri smiled as they nodded quickly, "thank you, Evan", they said in unison.
" Evan calls alone, our age difference is only a year different, so it is still cool, just call the name, do not need to use the name Mas, so feel old". evan protests as they walk home to a contract.
" Hehe, ready Mas. uh.. Van", said Dila while chuckling.
The three of them passed by some of Dila's friends who had left together, they just wanted to find lunch. Dila smiled kindly greeting them, because actually Dila was also not familiar with other friends, they came from different schools and regions.
" Are they your friends?", asked Evan curiously.
" They leave with us, but have not had time to get acquainted, on the bus they are busy chatting alone" replied Asri.
Dila so remembered earlier on the bus he was also busy replying to messages with his friends at home.
" I forgot to forget that father and mother had not arrived here, they must have been waiting for my news". Dila immediately picked up her phone and sent a message to her parents if she had arrived in Bekasi.
