The Hugger Heart

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My name is Doni Aditya. For one year now I have accompanied my wife on online sales. The employee reduction that occurred last year finally hit me. It's been two years since the company I work for started doing a massive employee reduction.

The economic crisis that hit our company this time could not survive without reducing employees. Production dropped dramatically because many orders were canceled inevitably the company's leader took extreme steps. Almost half of the production power is wasted.

My position as an IT person in charge of the company was eventually affected as well. And finally the past year has been busy being a courier and delivery man to help deliver online orders managed by my wife.

I already have three children, with the birth distance only two to three years apart. Number three is now 3 years old, named Nasya. Number two had just entered the first grade Elementary School, he was almost 7 years old, named Helmi. And my first child was in the fifth grade of Elementary School, he was only 10 years old, named Mala.

I married my wife, Tania Namira, twelve years ago. In my second year, my wife was just beginning to conceive our first child. We got married because she was betrothed by her teacher who was my sister's best friend. I, who was born and raised on the island of Borneo, proposed and met for the first time with a woman who would become my wife in Jakarta.

I immediately accepted the arranged marriage because I felt it was time to get married, even though I had not seen the face of my future wife, I entrusted it completely to my sister. He was also the one who for the past few years most eagerly sought a mate for me. The only brother. Jobs already exist, enough salaries even above UMR the size of the capital.

The first time I saw my wife's face in her house, I felt yes. Its appearance is simple without make-up, green tosca robe combined with a veil of flowers with dark brown shades and white shade face. Although there were a few small pimples on her cheeks, it did not detract from her beauty and simplicity.

My wife was born in Jakarta, although her taste for the natural and unique nuances is very dominant. The online business that he has been pursuing for seven years is growing. Long live in Jakarta it seems my wife really mastered the taste of the City people for the uniqueness of natural and unique regional products.

I was lucky, in difficult economic conditions at that time, there were still small businesses that my wife lived. So when I no longer work, there is still something we can do together in trying to keep the kitchen boiling.

This is what prompted me to dare to take the offer of exhibitions and handicraft competitions in Turkey. I have never had any experience abroad, and have not had any experience attending exhibitions in the country.

We are only online sellers who like to educate our customers with information about the products we market. Starting from the manufacturing process, the material to the way of care of natural products that we sell.

Actually it is indeed our favorite, to dig information about the product and tell it to customers as a promo of our product excellence. Before and after purchase we always maintain. We do not hesitate to share tips so that products that have been purchased become more maintained and durable in use longer. To make customers satisfied and willing to promote our online store to their acquaintances.

It was unexpected that the information reached also to Pak Bowo, an engraving artist from Yogyakarta who was often invited to attend exhibitions and craft races abroad.

This year, partners of artists and craftsmen who are usually invited are not present. Finally, he had to find a replacement for other craftsmen who were worthy to be invited to the exhibition abroad.

This exhibition is no ordinary exhibition. The exhibition was organized by Mr. Najmudin, a Turkish-born who is passionate about arts and crafts from around the world, especially those born from Islamic culture. Because according to him, the art patterns derived from Islamic culture have unique similarities throughout the world, including those in Indonesia. Together with colleagues from foreign countries who have the same taste, they build communities and make these activities between countries regularly every two years.

A long and detailed explanation from Mr. Bowo since his first call one week ago and continued every day until I was ready with all the necessary requirements to qualify for the selection as a participant. Mr. Bowo has been like a mentor I've known for decades. He is very friendly and does not hesitate to help provide input and suggestions that are very useful.

I was also determined to immediately learn the techniques of weaving in order to appear as an expert craftsman in his field at the exhibition later.

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'Cil..this is the grass that was plucked by the trus flanked?'

'That will be dried first Mr. ai.sambut sprinkled with kitchen ash. Suntied to karing banar'

'How long does it take to dry, Cil?' I also asked my husband questions while paying attention to the way Acil arranges purun grass for drying.

'Depending on Ms. ai.if again scorching, a day is enough. If more rain, it can be up to two or three days hanyar karing'

'After dry, Fruited again, Cil?'

'Bonded, trus pounded. Can use the machine, can use the wooden stick....' Acil showed a fairly large wooden stick one and a half meters high.

'Wah..sports nih...serius can gedein muscle' my comment when seeing how to mash taught acil.

'If there is a lot to be pounded, we use the machine. Not tired, but it has to be a lot. Because the solar is good enough just to pound a little bit' Acil takes us to a very large turf pounding machine.

There are four to six wooden pounders that are driven using the help of a large mill wheel that rotates with the help of a generator engine. It is as big as a house. The mill was large and the wood of the pounder was five times larger than the previous stick-shaped one.

'Originally big yeah....'

'Trus after finished growing until flat new gini can be woven yes, Cil?'

'Upload..for the original color of turf and not colored, this is finished, can be directly woven. For those that are colored, it should still be cooked first in a large pot'

Acil also walked again to the back of his house where he cooked the mashed purun grass to be colored.

It depends on the color of the grass that has been cooked. There are red, dark blue, and green.

'Eh good you know the color there is a purple and brown gini.this is yellow too.' I observed one by one the color is there.

'Check bu ai, That's the color is still the trial stage. Because we still forget how many drops and what the mixture is until it can produce the color.'

'Well...must use a notebook, Cil'

'There can also be ai bu...we were once exactly the same size, but the result is different.'

'kokcu?'

'Yes, it depends on the original color of the grass as well as Bu Ai...Sometimes there is a greenish color, the original. Sometimes it is brown and yellow. Depending on the position of the grass. The more water, the greener.'

'Ooo..apparently that nature has is not easily engineered well.'

Karing \= Dry.

Banar \= True/Banget.

Haja \= only/aja.

hanyar \= new

Inggih \= yes (sometimes shortened to hi'ih)