Respect Movement
Like MLM
By noon the library was getting crowded. Students make study groups, discuss and some are dating. Ordering food or drink if necessary. Mr. Anwar told us that he had an acquaintance of one of the students who had the same ambitions as us. The father could not linger with us, because there are still entering teaching courses again.
“Bapak should go down first,” he said as he stood up. "Yes sir, thank you.” I shook his hand. "If anyone wants to talk about just contact.” “OK Sir!”
Not much after Mr. Anwar left, Faris standing from his stool, “Where to Faris?” much
“Find people who have love,” he said flat.
“That loves you right?” my spoken.
“Later you're jealous?” I laugh.
I got up, walked towards the bookshelf. Choosing a bookcase about law in Indonesia. I looked through the book and I picked up one. Then I opened the page in a row. My hand stopped at one of the subtitles. The writing is very interesting.
The stage of corruption, the struggle against corruption is a futile struggle if started with temporary intentions. While looking for imagery, while looking for authenticity, semantara improve this nation and while looking for success.
My heart immediately fluttered.
Reviews of those words very quickly crept into my brain. Never forget that death will pick you up. Many more things that make my heart bright and motivated by this book. I put the book down, then I got off. I also started to adventure. I approached my friend who was sitting. He talked about corruption. They brought him together to fight corruption. They refuse outright. I'm moving somewhere else. When I mentioned corruption, their faces turned into lime. The visible pessimism. It's approaching night and they call me MLM, I don't care. One place to another. Where there are students gathered I approach him. Peddling tongues and spit to gather energy for the sake of this great nation. I have found no one who has love like me, like loving this nation. My adventure ended without success today.
I went to the store.
“Ma, Misya's sister still craving?”
“Still,” says mom while wiping furniture.
I accompany the buyer sorting through the furniture. He offered a price. Mama reduced the price because it was already subscribed. Finally bought too. There are no more buyers. It was dark that afternoon. We closed the shop and went home. Take a shower and get ready for dinner together. Misya is not eating dinner. Mama got up, then stepped into Missya's room.
“Misya, eat yuk, Your father and sister are waiting under.”
I don't know how many times she was called mama, then Missya sister would answer.
“Nevent want Ma.”
Mama met Mbok Emi, asking if Missya had lunch. Mbok said, Misya's sister had lunch. But the rice was delivered. Mama went back to Misya's room.
“Honey, mommy fetch the rice yes?” exclaim loving mama.
“Iya, Ma.”
Mama took the rice then to the room Misya again.
“Honey, the rice is already mama take, open the door.”
“Iya, “ the answer is flat.
Misya's sister stuck out her hand to take the rice, then closed the door. Mama Breathe in front of the door.
“Honey, Mama can enter?”
She took a breath and went to the dining table.
“Yah, Missya sister how?”said mama moody.
“Ya already nothing Ma, later she is also bored.”
“But Well, later why-why is he in.”
“Mama don't worry, mama eat, later also she will change.”
“Yes, Yah?” ask mom to make sure.
After eating, my mom sat on the terrace. Every now and then he went to Misya's room, just greeting her. Misya also replied.
In the middle of the night, my mother persuaded me to sleep. Mama crying, “Well, mama not calm.”
Daddy just shut up. They both entered the room. In mom's room. I don't know what time my mom slept.
Morning sunny day. I was standing in front of the window. Look out. Looks like it just rained. At the end of the world I saw a dazzling rainbow. After the shower I went down. When you want to eat together, Misya is not there yet. I went to his room.
“Become breakfast yuk?” I said while knocking on the door.
No sound from him. Until I called several times, there was no answer from him. Mom and Dad ran to me.
“Why galung?” ask me to panic.
“From yesterday Galung called. But, Misya sister does not nyahut yah.”
“Kak Misya, open the door. It's Dad!” Say a little loud.
“Hosewell Well,” replied Kak Misya plainly. We sighed. Mom and dad swept his chest.
“Honey, breakfast or mama get the rice?”
“Ma, Dad wants to get out of town.”
“Honey, your father out of town.”
There's no answer. Dad's coming to the dining table.
Mama took Misya's rice. Giving him.
As usual, only Misya's hand grabbed the plate from behind the door.
Mom prepares Dad's suitcase.
“How long is Yah?”
“About a week, Lung.”
“When to graduation?”
“This month Well, but don't know when.”
“Clean up so you graduate this year,” said father while taking rice.
“Iya, Yah.”
After breakfast, dad leaves. My father smiled when he left us. But there was a disgruntled face that was kept. “Kak Misya” Kak Misya does not want to see him. Mom checked the book store. He sat in front of the TV.
I'm in the room. Then back in front of the window. The air of Indonesia is ragaku. I prepared the admin file for graduation requirements. Tidying rooms. Then to campus. At college, Faris called. He asked to meet in the cafeteria. After submitting the graduation papers, I went to the cafeteria. Faris called. I sat next to him. He introduced me to his friend. His friend appreciated our idea. We started talking about corruption. Vano said, eradicating corruption in this country is like playing a puppet. It means that someone is moving it.
Our conversation is getting serious. There are even people listening to him. Our conversation ran aground at the dinner table after being saturated. It turns out that we sometimes get tired of talking about that formal thing.
"Lung, I heard you were dating Reiny?” ask Vano.
“Now again, Gar.”
"Who's your boyfriend now?”
Faris.
