STUPID CLASSES

Go home

For one week I was acquainted with Zufa, she was a smart girl with the same thinking skills as me, she could judge the character of a person just by the way they talked, she said, maybe even what happened in his school life is the same as me, preferring to be alone, the reason is cliche, the rich are allergic to the poor like us .

"Nah Zufa, how about you make a proposal and send it to the company where I work ."

"But it'll trouble you ."

"Don't tell me that, what you don't know, when I first came to Jakarta, Bu Tumi was the only person who wanted to save me and give me knowledge about the rigors of Jakarta, at least this applies to you as well, I'll support me from behind until you can stand alone ."

"Okay, I'll try ."

I myself believe in his abilities, he is not a man who lives life easily, so Zufa will do everything in his best and devote everything to his work .

Without having to wait too long Zufa immediately became a training manager for the marketing department, it was easier for him to immediately become my prospective boss, although in some ways I have to give him advice to reduce some risks in case of problems .

I'm not someone who wants to stand out, but I don't want to be seen by others as a gloomy person, so that's all I do for him, never in the slightest want to be valued by others, just be a simple employee and do all the work as well as possible, for additional bonus matters because contributions in the work always exceed the target, that's another business .

Even zufa once asked me,

"Fariz, don't you want to step up, the company's top brass always ask me, who's the one who helped me when I got over the crisis ."

"No need, the higher my position, the greater the responsibility I have to face, for my current job alone sometimes makes me have to eat stomach ulcers three times, if given more responsibility, maybe in one month I can get diarrhea continuously ."

There is nothing wrong with my words, because it did happen, making zufa better prepared to deal with all the problems is the thing I have to do and right now there is nothing I need to worry about .

Now that I am still sitting peacefully beside Tumi's mother's wares, black coffee in plastic cups is special for most hardworking people,

This gives an interesting philosophy that I have read about in a novel .

The more bitter the coffee, the more winding the adventure ....

This philosophy is right for the hard workers who fight in the hard work of Jakarta, they are players who fight for self-esteem, honor and ideals in their lives, especially for nomads like me .

When we were children where a sense of awe and amazement could be clearly seen from the look in his eyes, for most of our dreams as a village boy, he said, city life has always been the goal of living in our adult years .

Although in the end we admire when we see the show of the grandeur of the city of Jakarta in a colorless tube tv or even a picture of a tall building that often appears in campaign posters, the, making the young sparkle in our souls burn even more .

I was just a 5th grade Elementary kid, looking at a man proudly walking in a black suit and tie, he said, the big suitcase she pulled into was a great thing I saw for the first time,

Mudik....

They are fighters with no diplomas or driving licenses, valiantly living in Jakarta to change the poverty line in their families .

At that time he was sitting in a coffee shop near a bicycle and pedicab workshop, telling various experiences while working in Jakarta there, I was amazed, I was amazed, although now I realize how hard they struggle to work in this city.

"Maybe indeed, I should go home and rest after all the things I have sacrificed." I murmured with one last gulp of the coffee cup in hand.