Reaping

Mr. Rama [3] - New Neighborhood

Shady leafy trees surround the public burial area.

It was as if the trees were a line of guards who would overshadow the guards

a human body that rests quietly on its day. Horde

the trees have witnessed millions of cries from families

and relatives who watched loved ones stiffen in the burrow

allahat.

There are hundreds of mounds of land covered in grass

greener. Each of them has a tombstone that reads time

the birth and death of a human who had rested quietly at the bottom

the ground. This public burial place has indeed been conceptualized so that every tomb

just covered in green grass. To send those who go to the funeral

it feels tranquility, coolness and a sense of comfort looking at the greenness of the grass

it grows in every tomb. The concept of a funeral like this is initiated by

Wanda during her life. And now he rested in peace

one of the tombs of the public burial area which is the endowment land of me and

Wandas.

"Wanda, how are you?" I said when I was

right in a tomb that says my late wife.

***

For six months since I first set foot

in Mr. Burhan's rented house. I have had many new experiences that I have gained

as long as they are in the sea. I began to understand the meaning of life

every drop of sweat falls to collect the money. I

do not have many options for applying for a job considering an identity card

mine was lost when my wallet was chopped off. It took me a few months to take care of

resident in the village office. Getting a job in a big city

it's really hard. I even had to go around the market for a few weeks

to ask each stall is there a job for me? Market distance

with Mr. Burhan's house about 2 kilometers. I have to walk every day

foot into the market hoping there I can get a job.

"I have to be excited. Hopefully I will get it fast

job," I said on the first day of going to the market.

My passion for finding a job is not as easy as I thought.

Rejection after rejection I get because almost all the stalls in the market are not

opening a job opening. Even if there is one of the owners of the kiosk

who is opening a job opening. When I tried to go to him and

asked if I could work there. Immediately I was expelled by

the owner of the kiosk because he does not want to bear the risk of hiring a person who

no identity card.

"There go! I'm not accepting you working at

my kiosk. Your identity is also unclear. You're not a fugitive cop

who escaped from prison!" Hardik is a stall owner who not only

rejected me, but he also slandered me as a fugitive.

It makes me feel bad not just because

I often get rejection, but not a few kiosk owners

who spilled various insults because I did not have an identity card.

Even though I have shown some of my diploma sheets; SD, Junior High School, and High School.

Rejection for rejection I continue to accept, but I do not

I can give up looking for a job. I keep my hopes up among the hundreds

kiosks that are in the market, there will be kiosk owners who want to

employing me.

At that time if anyone else suddenly meets

with me and asking what is my job? Looks like I'll say things

like these.

"My job is to find a job."

I still remember when I was almost discouraged

struggling to find work, there was finally a rice stall owner who

willing to hire me.

At that time I was walking to go home, sir

Burhan, I feel so desperate and exhausted after a long day of touring

job seeking.

"Hey, young man! You're wearing a white shirt."

I heard someone call me. "Please get over here

a minute."

I decided to walk towards a gray man

standing in front of a stall.

"What's up, sir?" ask that guy.

"Who's your name?"

"I'm Rama. Can I help you, sir?"

"I've seen you go down stalls a lot

this market. I know you must be looking for a job, right?"

"Yes, I've had a few weeks

job seeking. To this day, no one wants to

hire me."

"I'm actually not opening a vacancy

job, but today one of my employees quit his job

because it's down the bank. So if you are willing, from tomorrow you can work in

my kiosk,"

I was surprised to hear the words of the gray man

before me that. I didn't expect it when I almost gave up on

looking for a job, without a doubt someone offered me

job.

"Yes, Sir. I'm willing." Without thinking long

just accept the job.

Since then I have officially relinquished my status

as an unemployed person, I am no longer labeled someone whose job is

job seeking. I've officially been working as a rice sack pelvis in

When I told Mr. Burhan about my work

that, he felt surprised and told me to reconsider my decision

to work as a rice sack pelvis porters. Remembering that job

it is very risky, if I lift heavy weights too often later can

so I'm gonna get a disease down the cork. I myself could feel

afraid that at any moment the disease will come upon me. But I have no choice

else, a job as a rice sack pelvis is my only hope

to survive in the big city. Before I will think

back to find another job.

***

Being a porters pelvis sack of rice really

I have to put all my energy into work. For a day

I even had to acclimate a dozen sacks of rice from the big truck to the stall

it belongs to Mr. Amir. It is undeniable that there is no easy job,

but being a porters pelvis sack of rice is at a job degree that

the hardest of all other work. My flat body should get used to it

to carry heavy loads every day.

"I must be strong!"

Words like that are what I always say

my shoulder is picking up the rice sack. I wish my mind could be guessed

to fight fatigue. So that I can powerfully complete every job

which has become my responsibility.

***

Slowly I began to get used to it

new life on the land. It was not easy to live in the beginning

an area that no one I knew before. Yet I

feeling grateful that I know people as well as Mr. Burhan. Although not

there is a kinship between me and Mr. Burhan, but with his kindness

he was willing to support me to stay with him.

Besides the figure of Mr. Burhan who makes me throw away the assumption

that all the people living in the city were dominated by evil and cunning people.

But there is also someone who does not have a kinship with sir

Burhan, but he was so good almost every day sending food to

the old man.

The wingless angel was named Wanda. Although it actually is

he was ten years older than me, but his face looked younger

from age. Maybe because he always adorned his face with a sincere smile

and her temperament was good so that from within her body exuded beauty

outwardly.

***

For six months I was a sack pelvis porters

rice in the market. During that time almost every morning I occasionally cross paths

with Wanda when she was shopping in the market. Usually they buy

a few kilograms of rice in Pak Amir kiosk and other kitchen shopping needs in

other kiosks.

The interaction between me and Wanda is nothing more than just about each other

greet and throw smiles at each other. The intensity of my meeting with Wanda

it made me start to be interested to hear the good and friendly war. There's one thing

which makes me confused about myself. I don't know why I started

thinking of the woman who had been sending food to Mr. Burhan.

My meetings with Wanda grew more and more as I decided

to move from a rented house on the riverbank to a boarding house owned by a husband

that lady. After I counted my calculations as a pelvic porters

sacks of rice are enough for the cost of eating and renting one more boarding room

worth living in.

I invited Mr. Burhan and I to stay with me.

I can't bear to let the old man spend his old age

in a dirty environment and must be friendly to the flow of the river that is filled

garbage.

On the sidelines of working breaks I use it with

walk around the supermarket fifteen kilometers from the market. I intend

looking for a job as a salesman in one of the stores in the supermarket.

Of course I have prepared all the requirements file when applying

job. For almost two months I have been getting several

rejection from the shop owners. But I never gave up on

get a job lighter than a rice sack pelvis.

I was eventually accepted as a bookstore keeper

located in the self-service area. I'm so excited to receive some very good news

happy that. Since then, I have officially given up the status of a porters

pelvis sack of rice into a bookstore salesman. My new job

in addition to higher income than the previous job, of course I can

I read books sold there.

Both of my eyeballs paled as I got the task of tidying up

shelves containing books on agriculture and plantations. Those books

remembering me in my hometown. I have done it since childhood

farming activities at my birthplace. Unfortunately in my big city

never again found an area that contains activities

plantation or farm. One day I read a book that

discussing about the cultivation of vegetables through the method of planting in water. In that year

I think it was the first book to talk about growing vegetables in water

this is often called the hydroponic method. Very little information about

the cultivation of hydroponic tamana in that year, I just felt strange and

surprised by the oddity of growing plants in water. But my curiosity is more

big makes me plan to practice the science I've learned from

that book.

***