My Sacrifice for Mother

My second country

Sumringah was mixed tired, it was seen from the look on Ghanes' face when he set foot for the second time in his second country.

A feeling of tightness in the chest that still torments him until now. The pain felt like it was stabbing his bones. His blood felt extremely bitter flowing all over his veins.

The plane landed perfectly, and at once Ghanes' feet became drowned, as if there was no more energy to walk.

The dry air of this country was eroding the collagen layer in her brown skin, tugging at the fine fur on her hands. It was a terrible pain that could not be written again with words.

It is clear that the eyes of the immigration officer were full of question marks when Ghanes applied for a tourist visa after his recent presence in Indonesia. Look at eyes full of suspicion. Although Ghanes showed the balance of the account as a condition of getting a tourist visa as a guarantee that we will not be homeless and illegal in the country of people, but because of the history of Ghanes who had become TKI there, then the suspicion remains. That is the state apparatus, right? Always look down on the people below.

Ghanes took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. He noticed the TKI who had just come, of course they were dribbled to separate immigration to get a briefing on living in the country.

While Ghanes just stood in the distance watching those who were so obedient walking together like ants looking for food.

From behind was a man nudging his shoulders, "Mister, come on."

Ghanes turned his head in shock from his sight,

"Yes, thank you." Ghanes replied unmoved from where he stood.

"Come on, you must be the new kid."

"Oh yes, please go ahead."

Then the man spoke to the immigration officer wearing the green vest .

"That's still one, I don't want to." He said while pointing his hand towards Ghanes who was still standing in his place.

The officer was confused by the direction of the man's index finger, too,

"Where?"

"The woman."

"No. He's not like you."

The officer replied after realizing which direction the man had pointed.

"Huh??? Seriously right? But he can speak Indonesian."

"Yes, but he's not a TKI like you. So he's not the responsibility of our office."

With a slightly red face, the man then passed away and went into the room that had been provided by the immigration authorities.

Ghanes shook his head remembering how he had sat in the room twice when he had just landed. Just like them too. Listen to lectures from some people about a little bit of life in this country and some customs that are sometimes a little strange in the ears of Indonesians.

Ghanes recalled how he then had to adapt in a new country that even the language he did not understand at all even though he had passed the language training period at PJTKI. The hardest accent to follow.

Often we feel our grammar is correct, but because of different accents then the person we are talking to does not understand what we mean.

His eyes began to blur because his eyes had been wet with tears that he could not bear.

Ghanes with blurry eyes walked slowly dragging her 25-inch suitcase towards the black chair that was lined up in front of the airport dispenser.

Ghanes sat on a bench and placed the suitcase right in front of him and used it for head pads.

He bowed with the pad of his white suitcase, for a moment put his head that began to run wild. Put his imagination that started to retreat backwards again.

No one knows him in this country. Anyone who will recognize him who is nobody.

One minute, two minutes, until the 45th minute, Ghanes finally remembered that he had to check in to the hotel that had been booked through the booking.com application. Ghanes began to walk across the airport, taking him to the MRT station to get to his hotel.

Why not just use a taxi ? Because taxis are expensive. Hahhahaaha. Taxi prices can be up to 5 or 6x fold if you ride the MRT. And is not that advantage can be used to buy food?

Author: Learn to be a calculated person because it is very profitable. 😜

While sitting quietly inside the MRT, suddenly there was a girl who could not seem to gossip about her, he said,

"Ih kasian really yes, just leave why no one invited, cook must ride the MRT alone? No agent or employer picked that up ?"

"Yes too, if I get a rich employer and agent so ogah back again, mending nyari new employer and new agent more delicious. I want it in begoin. So Tki it must be brave and smart. Don't just because of the money and then just dabble in kadalin."

Ghanes pretended to budeg with rese's voices in his ears. He would not care about such rubbish.

"They know the cave. Shishi-hhh..."

In his silence he began to plan what he would do later for 1.5 months here. Because the 2-month visa he submitted was only approved for 1.5 months. Maybe because the money in his account is less many times.

Author: Akhhh after so long and time I finally reopen this draft. Tired of my raga. Reject the doctor who must take time costs are also labor. In the middle of work and study that I have to finish as well.

But,, never mind .

That's life. Many things happen outside of expectations. But this is where the human ability to survive is tested. 

So. keep smile friends. Hehehehehe

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