Santri Famiglia's

Ambition

Iron dragons parked at the temporary stop. Some people came out of his stomach. While several others were in line, impatient to go up immediately.

On another platform, the train drove, transporting dozens of passengers to the next destination. The distinctive sound of an electric-powered train enlivened the afternoon.

In the past, trains were fueled by coal that was shoveled, then put into combustion to produce power. Therefore, the iron dragon was called a train. Surprisingly, decades when its operational materials were replaced with electricity, trains were still called railways. Three overseas men talked about it with seventy-year-old indigenous men.

"Why don't you just change the name, huh?" said the plontos.

"It's already so. Trains that are updated in model and fuel will still be called trains. Only a stub has just come up with a new name" replied the old man.

"Well, our invitation has come" said the Japanese man.

"It's nice talking to you guys."

Old man smiled. The four men separated.

Behind them, a young man walked over. He was carrying a bearded sword bag. As he passed by the group of strangers chatting, his ears accidentally caught a single word.

"Sanubari?"

The young man with the blindfold next to it stopped at the stairs. He turned his head, circulating his gaze to the waiting room of the station. Not many passengers passed through the platform or sat in the open space.

"Nothing."

He still remembers clearly how his face was. Nearly ten years have never met. The young man would never forget the green eyes that had blinded his right eye.

 A bunch of people passed him. Among those foreign men, not a single green-eyed man.

"They may be just tourists who want to travel. There's no way they know Sanu. Ah, that's right too! Sanubari 'kan Indonesian from the heart. If anyone had mentioned Sanubari, it might not have meant the boy, "his monologue in heart.

He's still stunned. His view cannot be separated from the foreigners who headed for a car. Two of them looked like Japanese.

However, his attention was piqued when a man ran over. The man with the mohawk haircut called out his name, "Aldin!"

The young man called Aldin turned his eyes. He smiled broadly.

"Uncle Anton. I think I should wait or ngojek because I'm lazy to wait."

"The train's schedule is for sure. How could I have intentionally slowed down and let you wait? I've been here since thirty minutes before the train arrived" said the mohawk man who was called Anton.

"Good because I hate waiting." Aldin laughing.

"Then, let's go home! The boss must be glad you're back," Anton asked.

They walked towards the parking area. The car was next to the tourist's. However, the place had been empty when Aldin arrived at his pickup car. They got out of the station first.

"She said, Brother Jin is coming. Has he arrived?" aldin asked as he placed the item in the middle seat, then entered the front seat.

"You're weird, Din. Since college, you speak Indonesian more often. Then, now, when the boss is all over everyone, you expect his presence."

Anton geleng. He pulled the car back slowly.

"I don't care what your business is with Brother Jin. I just want to practice Kendo with Kak Jin. He's the best teacher. There will soon be a Paralympic Games. Putting it in can always make me win the game."

Since seeing Sanubari become a fencing champion on television, Aldin has ambitions to compete with him. He asked his father to bring in a fencing teacher. However, he could never win a single match.

The following year, he saw Jin visiting with two long objects. Aldin was very sure it was a sword. He also remembers Jin having been on television with Sanubari. The man holds a gold medal for the Kendo Olympics, Sabel fencing, and other sword sports.

Aldin sat next to the closed door, waiting for Jin and his two colleagues to come out. The room was soundproof. Aldin could not hear their conversation. He could only sit daydreaming while propping up his bored head.

The door opened heard. However, the three adults passed by without even looking at him, as if he was not considered to be there. Aldin hurried up, chasing.

Little Aldin had heard from television, Jin said he was from Jakarta. He will not understand when spoken to in Javanese. But they don't ignore it.

"Sister Jin!" call him holding the sword bag that the genie was carrying behind his back.

Then Jin stopped. Two others stopped too. Jin looked.

"Oh, little boy, do we know each other?" jin asked who was returned by Aldin's arm.

"So, you must have recognized me from the television show, huh?" continued guess.

Aldin nodded. He wanted to express his intentions, but there was a hint of fear that made it hard to say.

"Say what your need calls me!"

Jin smiled. He looks relaxed.

After getting such a green light, Aldin opened his mouth, "Finger me to fencing. I want Brother Jin to be my teacher."

"Sorry, Boy! I don't accept students. Just find someone else if you need a teacher!"

Jin rubbed Aldin's head. Then, he turned around, leaving Aldin after saying a farewell sentence. However, Aldin continued to pursue.

"Sister Jin, please, make me your student!"

They're in a car. Aldin walked to the seat Jin occupied. Glass open. The young man smiled.

"I told you, I'm not interested in playing teacher and student."

"I'm not kidding. I seriously. I want to be able to fencing like Brother Jin."

Aldin. He didn't want to miss the opportunity.

"You remind me of someone." Jin laughed, "Last year, there was also a boy who said he wanted to be like me. But, he's different from you. If your homes were close together, maybe you could practice together. His skills are good as a beginner."

"But, I want the teacher to be an expert like Kak Jin." Aldin was still adamant.

His teacher back then even looked like a useless junkyard in the eyes of little Aldin. Just because he couldn't get Aldin to win the race, Aldin judged him that way. And so, when he had seen the precious stone before his eyes, Aldin wanted to kick away the wreckage.

Nor did he care who the other boy meant. Why learn from an amateur when he can learn from a professional?" That's how he thought.

"Yes, I see you're serious. But, again sorry. I still can't be your teacher, boy."

The engine's been switched on. Jin had also put on his seat belt.

"Jin, we're leaving now. Do you still need to talk to the kid?" ask partner.

"Just go!" jin replied still looking at Aldin, "Bye once more, boy!"

Jin waved his hand. Aldin retreated slightly as the car moved. From the opposite direction, a girl was riding a bicycle.

Aldin. The boy pulled the brake, stopping in front of Aldin who was stretching out his hand.

"Surge!"

Aldin took the bike. Ignoring the crying daughter, Aldin rode on a bicycle. He pedals with all his might, turns, overtakes Jin's car.

Turning past, the car stopped in front of a house surrounded by a high fence. Still in one village. Someone opened the gate. Aldin spurred on the mini bike as fast as he could. He must be able to pass through the gate before it closes.