Merantau To Riau Islands

Still not lucky

They sat facing us, greeting each other, asking questions and sharing no. Hp. My heart began to fidget, uncomfortable being in this crowd, plus there were 5 people who joined each other's stories like there was no burden. I just kept watching them one by one. I can guess all of them including Alya were not good and loyal friends. Ah, my loyal friend. Only friends in the village.

Astagfirullah, I can't suuzon.

Oh, yeah, where are you guys from?" Alya asked where they were from, who's here, how long.

"I am from Makkasar, between a man named Syifa.

"Wau, from sulawesi to sumatra is a long journey, who is here?" 

"My parents are both here,"

"How long has it been?"

"It's been since I was a kid. But, I'm staying in the basement, it's over SMK, you're here with your parents."

"Oh, that means you haven't been here with your parents before, have you?" why not before?"

"My parents wouldn't let us go with him, leaving us at my grandmother's house more than my mother's. If you're here, no one's paying attention to us,"

"How many brothers are you?"

"3 guys, I'm the first kid,"

"Why don't we ask your parents for help to be put in the company where they work?"

"Udah, he said again has not opened a vacancy, while waiting I decided while looking for it, oh yes you?"

"I'm here with aunty, just a month, said om and aunt, the same place has not opened vacancies,"

"If you?" Alya turned to someone named Sinta.

"I'm from the field,"

"I'm from Aceh,"

"I'm from Bogor,"

"I'm from depok,"

Acquaintance with people from different tribes, regions and religions, a gift ordered by creation. God created us tribes, nations, different religions, ethnicities, cities and countries so that we can get to know each other.

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Alya is easy to blend with anyone, the extrovert type. Where someone with an extrovert character is always comfortable in the crowd, always able to adjust to each other, quickly adapt and find friends. And me, on the contrary. Introverts, with a closed sense, are less good at socializing, comfortable with solitude, less comfortable socializing and familiarizing themselves with new people. If you think, it's good to be a writer, do it individually not in groups. Shy and quiet too.

I don't know how my life will be.

"Hi, Nana, komong dong don't stay quiet" said a man named Rahma. 

I flinched from my daydreams, wanting to talk anyway. But what am I supposed to say?" I just smiled in response.

"Yes, I'll do it later,"

"Don't, anyways wait here."

"We set out around the face of this kuniang. I noticed, Alya began to rarely ignore me. I feel alone in the crowd. They are busy with their own stories. 

The needle of the clock does not stop moving, the morning heat that is healthy for a long time turns into stinging heat burns the skin, the heat of the city of Batam makes residents more quickly sweat moist, moist, the heat and moisture can remove dead skin cells. So, we doubt our skin will not be dark.

1 Hour once we rest, drink and eat snacks, already 6 times we stop, sweat, dizziness and headaches. Fought immediately. Fatigued physically. The feet no longer hold it together. Ah, Nana, remember Bang Faisal's message as sister shela, Never complain, sincerely live it lillahita'ala.

 It's half 2 now. No 1 company has opened job vacancies, people who use motorcycles are not difficult to swing their legs like this. Physically tired and tired of the soul, dizziness and headaches. It will last as long as you have not found a job. Can dry the body, walk under the hot sun the sun illuminates the earth.

"Udah at half 2, we go home yuk! Nana, already wanted to go home anyway," they compactly turned towards me would make me embarrassed.

"Tomorrow, Ayok, Alya, Nana, Nana spirit dong," said someone named Sinta

"Heheh yes," 

"Well, we go in and out to the Mall, while enjoying free AC,"

"Yes," in unison answered walking towards the Mall, Take life to the 4th floor of the cafe, yes we headed to the cafe. 

The inscriptions are Bakso, siomay, soto, fried and boiled noodles, nasi goreng, soto padang, soto makassar, soto madura, satay padang, satate madura, ketoprak, pempek, Mie Aceh, lontong, soto, hodgepodge. 

Various types of Avocado juice drinks and the like, coffee and the like. Pop ice and all that. I feel stuffy here, the smell of food and drink is appetizing but the air is spinning, between the AC, the smell of food and the breath of visitors mixed into unhealthy air no windows, no windows, no, there are no holes for removing unhealthy air.

"You have money, don't you?" if not, let me pay, between friends named goddess.

"There's no need, thank you," it's not good that I subtly rejected it, I understand it's just a stale saying.

"Not to be ashamed, Na!

"Now, that's it,"

Pramusaji came to serve our order, there is Bakso, Siomay, soto padang, soto makassar, soto madura. We ordered as we often ate in our own yard. 

Finish eating sit for a moment. Surfing in the virtual world. Seen my two friends in the village upload photos of them entering the campus. Refusing to like or comment.

"Yuk's home!

"Yuk!

Hurry up to pay for our food, get down and go home. Looking left right, the items are neatly arranged, there is not a speck of dust because every time OB and OG Clean this Mall.

"SESE SESE"

The noise of the driver and the sound of the angkot horn squealing eardrums, all drivers peddling angkotnya, the number of competition makes them desperately struggle to get passengers at all times. Can not be silent yes will not be able to, parking cornered mulu. It takes a voice and a fight, what the hell doesn't need a fight?" all needed, ants also struggle to find food.

"We go home first! Sela Alya

"Yes, tomorrow we'll see you again between Rahma and the others.

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