Respect Movement

Fajr in the Shop

"Thank you, I'm proud of you too." I clasped his hand tightly. She smiled sweetly. Then spit on my shoulder. We got home. Dinda made me a cold drink. The newspaper I read back. Almost all newspapers report corruption. And the most highlighted in the paper was the alleged corruption of individuals members of the DPRD performing fictitious tasks. My eyes immediately glared. I was so scared that my father was involved. At the end of the paper it says "Indonesia to Poverty due to corruption." My forehead wrinkled. I closed the paper and opened another one. The news is not much different. Front headlines also reported corruption of individuals receiving bribes from the executive. By dusk, I'm sorry to go home. Arrive at home watching television, then take a shower and have dinner. That night Misya was at the dinner table. Misya added her rice, she said starved after returning home from the office.

"Garung, was it on campus?" ask dad to come too.

"So Well."

"Where's the invitation?"

“A minute, Yah.” I took the invitation in the room. Then back to the dining table. After I finished eating, he opened the graduation invitation. I read the invitation.

"Good, happy son." He patted my shoulder.

"Thank you Dad."

Dad went to the office. Missy also went to her office. I was staring in the room. Still can't believe why I'm not interested in corruption anymore. I'm downstairs, watching tv. Half an hour of watching, eighty percent of it was about corruption. His talks also raised the theme of corruption. I watch that talk every day. The next week, my heart slowly opened. My heart accepts the fact that corruption is a deadly virus. It turns out that this great nation can become rich if there is no corruption. After breakfast I went straight to college. I saw Faris arguing with a student. I approached. Faris always maintained his argument. Until his neck went out.

"You said I don't love this nation, watch your mouth!" a student full of emotion.

"But, you've always been bad about this nation, from a few days ago you couldn't do more for this nation. You know the ulcers but you're quiet" Faris replied.

"So what do you want now?” ask a student to give up.

"I just want Indonesia to be free from corruption, we make an anti-corruption movement, we think, we pour ideas and you have to come!" exciting Faris.

"Corruption!" said one student earlier.

"Yes, more and more corruption in Indonesia has increased, such as foreign tourists who annually increase visiting Indonesia.”

“I have also joined" I said on the sidelines they spoke.

Faris. Andi, the friend next to me whispered, "Galung, brother is a campus activist, you don't know."

"I know, it means he's got a haircut" I said

slow down.

"Yes, he has changed his appearance.”

I whispered into Faris' ear. He nodded.

"All right, I'm coming. Because I lost the debate. But we'll see in the future how next”

We smile. Shakes hands.

"Thank you Bang, hopefully this is a good start for us” Faris said as she shook hands.

Faris said that he had persuaded the senior brother for two days. For two days they were always arguing. The senior brother promised that if he lost the debate he would join. His promise was kept. Today he lost and officially became part of the corruption resistance movement.

"Faris, I'm sorry about what happened yesterday. I just realized our natural wealth can make us prosperous as long as it is managed without any corrupt practices" I said.

"Thank God then. I'm sorry too." said Faris.

I shook his hand. I hugged her body tightly.

"So how many more?" my many.

"How much, no problem" he said.

I left Faris. No matter what people say. I'm circling the campus again. Not much to say, just anyone who wants to participate in the fight against corruption towards a corruption-free Indonesia in the future. They still remember me. Two students I knew were headed towards me. They were curious about the college boy's story about me. Then I explained to them about corruption and the target of eradicating it and the ideas needed in this movement. After explaining I let them talk and suggest to be critical.

"We know Indonesia is like this, can it be eradicated?" ask one of them.

"If eradicated can, as long as more of the cure than the virus. There are more viruses now than there are drugs."

"All right, we're coming. We'll learn a lot inside"

“Thank you, this is a group of people who want to learn a lot. In it, it's not just us. But we will know many people”

I took them to Faris. We sat in the park. His most senior name is bang Abra. He is known as a campus explorer. Almost every organization on campus has been led. Until finally we can also graduate with us. Two more Affan and Fatta. I brought them. I'm sure the same understanding of those who are responsive and careful. They are also anti-corruption. Faris also opened this brief introduction. He wrote our names on the paper, “Alhamdulillah, we have six people” he said.

"Seven people, one more person will come as well" Bang Abra said. We bengong.

"Who's the other guy?"

Bang Abra smiled. "The most beautiful girl among us."

“If anyone wants to join us again, please. For friends here if there are other friends who want to join still we open the door wide,” said Faris.

Can not linger and did not have time to get acquainted in more detail, we immediately disbanded. Bang Abra was also busy taking care of the organization that he would leave behind forever.

I went to the store to help Mom close it. Mama's mabel sold a lot today.

"Galung, tomorrow my order will come, tomorrow morning dawn you're already in the shop."

"Body, why dawn Ma?" manya curious.

"Mama also didn't know, your father ordered it that way."

"Yes it's Ma."

We're going home. Before Maghrib we got home.

Misya's sister sat at the dining table. Mom and I had dinner. Moments later, my dad also just got home from work. Sit down and have dinner. After dinner, my father reminded me that before the dawn adhan was already in the store.

“Tomorrow don't forget Yes Galung.”

“Iya, Yah.”

After dinner I took a shower and went to bed.

In the morning my alarm rings. I immediately went to the store, apparently there was a big truck in front of our store. They made sure I was Mr. Grace's son. I opened the store, the brand also straddled the furniture into the store.

"Sir, why do you have to be early in the morning?”

"We don't know, we're just ordered."

All the furniture has been moved. They're goin. I checked the furniture. According to my notes, I'm back home.

In the morning we had breakfast together. Mbok Emi cooking gristik chicken porridge.

"So early in the morning to the store?" ask Dad.

"So Dad, why the morning of dawn?"Dad ate the porridge.

"Well, why do we have to be early in the morning?" I asked a little maksa.

My question is ignored. I let out a breath.

"You'll understand Galung. Not now. But wait a minute!"

“This is indeed as usual, I have to open a shop in the morning blind” Mumbled me in heart.

I'm speechless. Dad went to the office. I opened my hp. Last night Faris sent me a message on my phone, that this morning gather in the library, the usual place. I get ready, then leave. On the way I met Bang Abra. He said it would be soon

coming to the library.