Tagged in Ikhtiar love
Determinedly
The two Ambassadors were immediately engrossed in nostalgia while enjoying Bryan's grilled fish. From far away Bryan looked with satisfied eyes. He sat looking around. On the other side not far from the two Ambassadors, the staff was partying with several students and a group of Dancers who were brought in from the city of W. He saw Kirana in the middle of them. Kirana sat talking to someone she knew very well. The one who talked to Kirana was Vandy. Flight buddies when they came to this city first. There was a hint of embers splashing in his chest, yet he was dimmed immediately. He felt out of place he felt jealous. Kirana who is it? Not who - who.
Looking at Vandy who had always been in such an honorable position, Bryan could not lie to himself. That there is envy. Enri wants to be like him. That feeling was so subtle it entered his heart. He and Vandy used to be one plane. Then for a year one home. The first year in the country he rose level with better grades than the son of the J city conglomerate. Even Vandy often asked him about the abstruse Arabic vocabulary when reading the dictate. But now, his old friend is almost finished S.2 - at University C. And he himself S.1 still has not graduated - graduated, let alone S.2. Vandy is better known as a young intellectual who is often asked to be a source in various study groups, while he is better known as a tempe seller, meatball maker and all-round cook, but they didn't pass the exam either.
Bryan took a long breath. He then stood looking for - looking for Mr. Ali. He looked to the right and to the left spread his gaze in all directions. But he did not find Ali. He's alone. Joining the staff was awkward.
They had already started the event twenty minutes ago. He decided to enjoy his solitude. Fortunately, he had taken a plate of rice and one fish to taste. And while sitting down Bryan began to eat the grilled fish. His stomach is very hungry. He ate voraciously alone, staring at the moon and stars. Suddenly he remembered his mother and three younger siblings in Indonesia.
"They must be sleeping well there. Mum's probably praying in her evening prayer." She looked at herself while imagining her mother's face in a white face with teary eyes. There was a sudden novelty that just infiltrated his chest.
If he had to be honest, then his most sincere dream was to immediately return to the Fatherland to meet his mother and sisters. There is no stronger dream in his soul than that. But his common sense always held back that his dream was not to explode and weaken him.
It is natural for someone who has not seen his family for years and hopes to meet his family. But if with a little patience the meeting will be more meaningful why not a little patience. He could try to go home. But his college is not complete and his younger siblings still need him to work hard. He does not want to give up the longing that becomes a barrier to success. He wants his brother to succeed, he wants to succeed. All success. The picture of the future is clear. He's just coming home.
"Mas Bryan, go home yuk!" The sound surprised him. He looked at the origin of the sound.
Ali was standing to his right.
"Where have you been Mr Ali? I was looking for - looking for it from earlier. " Sheets.
"Oh, my stomach hurts. I'm out of the toilet. Let's go back to the hotel yuk. I think I should get some rest soon."
"Lha Pak Ali is not waiting for Mr. Ambassador. Later if the Ambassador looking for how? So if I go home and clean up who's stuff?"
“Quiet. I've no more duties tonight. Mr. Ambassador later to be disopiri Mr. Amrun. Keep the goods to be taken care of the same Sister Kirana. I spoke to Kirana. He said we're home okay. Especially if they stay up until morning. Including Mr. Ambassador and his friends from Turkey.”
"Easy. The same thing is important, Mr. Ali is done. We'll take a cab home, let me pay."
"Yes already then. Come on."
The two men rushed out onto the street and drove into the hotel in a taxi. On the way to the hotel Bryan was more silent. He only spoke if Mr. Ali asked. Bryan is still being shadowed by the faces of his mother and younger siblings.
"Well, if you know how old you are, Mas Bryan?"
"Twenty-eight sir."
"If I notice, your face is a little older than your age. I think you carry a heavy burden. I've noticed you're working more than studying here. May I know about this?"
"Ah Mr. Ali is too attentive to me. I have to work hard, sir. For me, this is not a burden. I don't feel it as a burden. Others may see it as a burden. I have to work to support my sister in the country. My father died when I was only a year old here. I have three sisters. All female. I don't want to go home and drop out of college on the way. The only way is to work hard here. So that's why I got to selling tempeh, selling meatballs, and opening catering services."
Mr. Ali nodded - nodding while correcting the location of his glasses hearing Bryan's speech. There was a sense of awe just present in his heart. Young people who seem not so accomplished actually have achievements that are rarely owned by young people their age.
"I didn't think at all that you were supporting your sisters there. I have great respect and respect for you. Really am. When a lot of students are very spoiled and hang a parent's submission, you're just the opposite. Keep working hard. I am sure that you will achieve success and triumph. Keep working hard, Mas, as far as I know what distinguishes people who succeed with those who do not succeed is hard work. And later if you've succeeded keep that success. As far as I know, from reading biographies of successful people, it turns out that the hardest thing about success is to keep yourself who have been successful in order to remain successful."
"Thank you Ali. But I ask Mr. Ali not to tell what I just told Mr. Ali to others. I don't want that to be the consumption of a lot of people. Let the people there know I am here is a student who did not graduate - graduated because they prefer tempe, meatballs and kater ing business. That to me is comfortable enough. Promise sir?"
"Yes, I promise."
