The God of Heras and Herjules

Unaltered

Nine years have passed. My home has undergone many changes. The floor, which used to be made of tiles, has now been replaced with white ceramic. The front wall is glass. The wooden walls have also been replaced with light green painted concrete. Some ornamental plants in black plastic pots appear to decorate the porch next to the house. The front porch is left empty without plants. The terrace of the house is just the same tile floor as the kitchen floor.

I took the time to visit the rice fields. My father-in-law's rice field is located just below the hill. The rice in the rice field is already fruitful. Maybe another month will turn yellow. Seeing this rice field made me remember the difficult times I had eight years ago.

One year after I got married, I got a GHG from the company where I made my living. After getting a GHG, my pregnant wife and I moved to the village. In the village, I learned farming. I think farming is the best way to get out of trouble. It turns out my guess was wrong. Farming is not as easy as it seems. Farming does look simple and practical because it only plants and harvests the results. However, in fact, many obstacles I experienced, such as pests and prolonged rain. The rain that falls every day makes Lombokku plants die. As a result I suffered a loss.

After I failed to plant lombok, I planted rice in my father-in-law's rice field. My in-laws are not wide enough that the results are insufficient for the cost of daily living. To connect my life, I work as a building porter. Working as a building porter is very heavy. Every day I have to make cement dough using a molen machine. Although very heavy, but I tried to stay afloat. Three months later, my wife got a job in the city as a gold shop waitress. We're back in town. In the city, I worked as a gardener in a hospital. Working as a gardener is also very tiring. One day, the hospital opened a job vacancy as a security guard. I'm trying to apply for a job as a security guard.

Unexpectedly, I was accepted to work as a security guard. It turned out that working as a security guard was not as easy as I imagined. Working as a security guard, I get very heavy pressure from superiors and a senior. My senior doesn't like my whereabouts. He tried to pressure me to resign. But I still survive as much as I can.

After I got fired, I sold pentols. Five months later, my business went bankrupt. My wife advised me to take up Satpam's education. I refused my wife's advice because I was thirty-six years old. To become a security guard, a maximum person must be thirty-five years old.

"It's okay, you're in an education, Mas. Who knows how useful" my wife advised again.

I finally attended Satpam's education. To attend Satpam school, I have to pay a registration fee of four million rupiah. I hope I can still get a chance to become a security guard after graduating from school. Because if I don't, I'm going to suffer a loss for spending that much money.

Sattam School turned out to be heavier than I imagined. On the first day, we were told to walk squatting for two hundred meters. At Junior High school, I was told by the teacher to walk squat because I was late for class. However, at that time I was only told to walk squatting for twenty meters.