Respect Movement

For Indonesia

At that time, a female friend passed by and excommunicated her. In his hand was the same newspaper. "Based on cheap women, which dirty model ever won.” Misya got up, she wanted to fight him. Eva held back, told her to

sit back, "You're patient, no one's perfect."

“What? Want to fight!” exclaim the woman.

Misya's breath goes up and down. His hand shook and took a swing.

Eva seduced Misya to sit down. Then he told the permission to leave. Then Misya will sit down.

"I can't stand this way Va, what I do is always wrong in their eyes."Her tears are pouring.

"I never dreamed of working in an office this good, my dream was to be a Va model."

"Yes, be patient, there must be a process."

"Don't listen to what they say. We work first, our new afternoon to the beach.”

Misya hugs Eva, “Thank you Eva.” They're back at work.

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"Where have you been?"

"Sorry there's a sudden affair." I just passed in front of him.

“Don't forget Galung, find one who is able to love this Indonesia.”

“Beres" I said with a thumbs up.

I'm going to the canteen. There must have been many old friends. I'm looking for a table. My friends who knew the meaning of my arrival immediately got up and left. Those who remain seated may already know and get tired of hearing what I say about corruption. I was greeted with a void. Someone was whispering with his next friend. I asked for time, explained to them about the corruption that is constantly destroying this nation. They said we still need money. It is not important to have halal or haram money. It is hard to resist corruption, they say. They're not ready yet. I'm not forcing. I'm out of the canteen. Then walk towards the gathered students. I opened the conversation with a statement, “It seems that corruption in this country does not run out of water, always they have a lot of water."

"You went to the Faculty of Law?" ask someone out loud.

"Yes." Yeah." I'm staring.

"I'm also a Law School, what semester are you in?"

"The final semester."

"What did you say?"

"Corruption in Indonesia is like having only one season, the rainy season. Just look at the news of corruption on TV is never lonely. Means that there is only a season of corruption.”

I looked at him. I just found out the guy I was talking to was running a provincial debate. Even so I'm not afraid.

"All I do is try to invite, discuss and both look for ideas so that corruption slowly disappears.

"Removing corruption, eradicating corruption, what can you do? You're who? You're not the KPK, you're not a judge, you're not a prosecutor let alone a cop. Don't get too high fantasized, man! Corruption has become our culture."

"Culture! You're saying corruption is culture?" I grin.

He answered my question in detail. I smiled in response.

"I know you have a thousand arguments that corruption in Indonesia cannot be eradicated. But remember, during this breath and in every breath I have a trillion spirits to eradicate corruption. And it will defeat thousands of your arguments. I just ask that we, anyone who wants to make anti-corruption ideas, want to share ideas, find a way of change for Indonesia" said flat.

He was so angry with my words just now. He's not satisfied. Then making fun of me. He called me a student of “boh”. He boasts of the debate race he has ever won. He stood up and stirred up anger in my face. We almost fought. But I wasn't angry even a little bit. His emotions are rising. He pulled my monkey shirt. Fortunately, someone did it. He told me he would influence the students not to join me. I abandoned. Move to another place. There were five students insisting on cornering me, they said what I did was in vain. Just a waste of time. Some say Indonesia is like this. Corruption is a natural thing and the sickest again, they say I am a saintly creature. I dodge. I relented. I approached another student. They also fear being condemned by the government. I'm beginning to understand the meaning of all this.

My belief in eradicating corruption has begun to erode. Their sadistic words seemed to be constantly buzzing in these ears. My lara screamed loudly without a sound. My gaze began to empty, only a hint of spirit. I've been blind about the haunting of corruption. That afternoon I went back to the store. I seem to have lost my appetite for corruption eradication. I don't know why, I can't answer that either.

A great nation and a few soulless people.

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In the afternoon magnificent, after returning from the office, Missya and Eva to the beach. The beach is like a pool of pain for anyone who wants to pour it out. That's where Missya complained. Unpack all that fishy flavor.

"Va, look over there. The waves dribble garbage to the beach. What is life like that. Who is filthy, sinful will be alienated?" look Misya.

"She, the sea is clear. So he doesn't want to be tainted by dirt. But not everything that is marginalized by the sea is garbage, dirt, anything else is not useful at all. Part of it is useful! That is the most useful thing that is sought. Nothing is isolated and isolated. There is no life in complete darkness unless it comes and is left. Never regret to change for the better.”

"But Va, I can't stand their ridicule. I did model through the stages at night clubs, in cafes. I think it used to be a waste. I also realized that it was all a process. Thanks to frequent contest I am more confident with my hobby even this dream, see I have won various awards. I have never been drunk, I still take care of my chastity. My sister always accompanied me during the contest. The contest at the club that night was a million rupiah prize. I was once offered a businessman. My sister directly bullied him. I used to be trash. My clothes are worse than they are now. I'm sexy. The sexy thing I did for my dreams. I don't like to drink. Moreover, they think I'm a whore. What's wrong, if I have a dream to be a model even a famous artist?"

Her tears are pouring.

"She, as long as you're willing to improve, let them tell you what, someone is omniscient in how you really are"

Misya's eyes glanced at Eva.

"Thank you Va, you're my best friend."

She hugged Eva.

They both walked by the beach. Sometimes the waves can even touch their feet. Eva's hand embraces Missya. Smile on his face. The waves are getting swirling. The afternoon waves form a mound. His voice rhymed down the silence. A light shone out from behind the sea. Separating the darkness among the seeker of sustenance. It seemed like Misya was starting to fade from that insult. Who would have thought, though, that tomorrow will come another greater ordeal. Before the sun goes down, they go home. Misya shower. Then dinner. His body is like a wreck when imagined will be the ridicule of people who do not understand. His eyes closed as the shadow of ridicule came. The night quickly passed. He tried to bury the rotten spices in the wild.

In the morning I had to rush to college. I hope someone joins this millennial-era movement. My way is still the same. Starting from introducing myself, giving my ideas and reasons to invite him to join and even opening the way of agari mind is useful for Indonesia in the future. But this is not MLM. From morning till evening, no one joined. Let alone to join in hearing the movement, ideas only they do not want to know. I sat by the lake. They look at me strangely. I looked at my lethargic face from under the water. I finally decided to give up. That was the best decision I made. I let Indonesia be a corruption country. I took the leaf. I then fell on the lake. That's how I unleashed the madness of eradicating corruption. Letting the leaves go down the water. Just as I let this nation be continually robbed of money masons. Indonesia deserves a corrupted title. From this moment on I don't need to discuss corruption and corruption. "Indonesia was born as a corrupted country", I carved the writing on the ground. I got up when Faris wanted to see me. I kept going without greeting him.