The Story of Sigma Men

The Story of Sigma Men
19. Malayo-polynesian



Mr. Raden Setiawan was sitting on his porch this morning. His friend's cup of black coffee without sugar and cigarettes. He oversaw his vast courtyard, the total land area of his residence of three thousand five hundred square meters, while his magnificent two-story house with four decorative pillars.


The color of the house is dark red with songket motifs on some of its walls. There are also Javanese batik motifs that adorn. Again he observed towards the yard, lined with ornamental plants and trees, there was a guava tree standing firmly there.


The clump is neatly arranged because only a few days are improved by the garden officer. Various types of flowers decorate around the yard, so beautiful, so soothing. After entering the gate, people will be greeted with a fountain surrounded by a fish pond.


This house in the middle of the city is different from most other houses. Not because of the shape of a magnificent house because many magnificent houses in this city, but because of the area of the yard, not everyone wants to have the land wasted.


For the capitalists, for this land, mending them build housing, or malls, or hotels, at least some shophouse plots, then used as rent or sold again. Materialists will seize this great opportunity.


It's just that for Mr. Raden Setiawan does not have a mindset like most people. Actually this vast land is a legacy from his father first. There is no prohibition on what to use it for.


For him, a quiet and happy life is a must, so with a magnificent house, spacious and far from the noise of the whispers of neighbors, of course, will create a comfortable and harmonious household life.


Unfortunately, he was only blessed with one child, and unfortunately again his nasab can be said to be cut off because he did not have a son. He had one daughter whom he really cared for, his hope of keeping all the inheritance, and as the successor of the generation of the family.


His name is Masayu Devrieya.


Mr. Raden Setiabudi is a rich man or wong kayo lamo. The figure of the original man of Palembang with the title Raden, a supreme title, then his dream later his son was able to maintain the honor and good name of his ancestral family as a Palembang Malay iliran.


The house with a Malay feel because the pattern of the songket motif is really too big to be occupied by three people. No driver and maid. Mr. Raden Setiawan and his wife always work and move with independence, both taking care of the house and related to work affairs.


Sometimes he told the janitor and gardener if he could not do it because it was too busy or the reason because there is a more important job. Every Sunday he took time to clean and garden, even his car washes itself.


Mr. Raden Setiawan sipped his coffee again.


He still had another treasure, a plot of land around road A. Rivai and another one is a bit on the edge of town. All of his inheritance was from his parents. Because he is the only man and is the leader of the family, he must always be smart in determining attitudes.


He is not a fool because his knowledge and experience is enough. An engineer and already has a master's degree and now serves as HR director in a large oil and gas company would be a strong capital that he is smart and experienced.


He several times received offers from Mr. Lurah and his neighbors to want to serve as Chairman of RW or Chairman of RT, but he always refused. He does not want to be preoccupied with things outside of religion, family and work. Moreover, if you get the position will certainly take his mind and energy.


Mr. Raden Setiawan is one hundred and seventy-eight inches tall and weighs seventy kilograms. His body was firm and his voice firm. He is very authoritative when dealing with his subordinates and superiors.


He breathed his cigarette smoke slowly.


With a large yard surrounding his house, the noise of vehicles on the road there did not get too into his house, the engine and exhaust commotion on the road there was not so audible, he said, especially near the fence lined with shady trees.


Devrieya came out in a neat and clean gray white uniform. He was ready for this sunny morning. While his papa hastily turned off the rest of the cigarettes and finished his coffee. Papa and the girl left their magnificent home, while mom was about to go to the market.


During the trip, Mr. Raden Setiawan continued to talk to his only daughter, both about at home, school, his friends, the future, needs, and more.


“Devrie must enter PTN if you want to work in a company where Papa works.”


“No need for girlfriends first. Later you do not focus on the same lesson.”


“Siap, Pa. But buyin Devrie motor dong. Let's figure out the school by yourself, no more papa ngerepotin. Kan bothered Papa send pick up every day.”


“Papa doesn't feel bothered at all, son. It's Papa's responsibility. If you can keep your guard twenty-four hours and seven days so you do not why.”


“Segitnya, Pa. Excessive nian.”


“Price of yourself, son, more than anything, more than anything Papa has right now. You are more than anything. Your honor, son, is very valuable to Papa.”


“So moved, Pa.”


“If you fall into the wrong abyss, it means that Papa failed in raising, educating, supervising, and looking after you, son. Papa is successful in the job and Papa does not want to fail in the household Papa.”


“Thanks for Papa's attention.”


“Until you get married then Papa is a little relieved because the task as a parent is almost complete, the duties and obligations as a parent have been replaced by your husband later.”


“Replace Pa in marriage. Devrie is still first class.”


“Papa talks about this so you understand, son. Papa doesn't want you to get it wrong. Many people fail and eventually their lives are destroyed, even though he is educated. Wh why? The answer is, education cannot be wrong, but our association is often wrong.”


“Good, Pa. Devrie will take care of the association. Devrie's friends are also on smart and there's nothing weird.”


“Both friends should also keep their distance. Can't date. Can't fuck around. Studying the diligent. Worship must remain the way and the sunnah try not to be left.”


“Ready, my kind-hearted Papa. But when to buy Devrie motor and. car also.”.


“Not now, Son. One day, Papa will buy it. Papa limiting does not mean Papa is stingy with the child. But you don't want to mess around outside. So rarely go home. Papa's worried you're going to a crime scene, like a discotheque.”


With Devrie's arms tightened, his eyes kept watching the front, and suddenly he saw two students cycling towards the school. He knows the student. Zahid and Uzlah. The car drove past the two students.


“Hm, Devrie promises will not be anything, Pa, let alone go to such a place, never, promise deh.”


“Papa love you, son. If you later enter Jaya Abadi State University, Papa does not need to worry because Papa knows quite a lot of people there, especially if you enter Engineering, Dean and some of his lecturers are friends of Papa.”


“So I have to sign in Teknik?”


“Should son if you want to work at Papa's place. Continue if you have entered work, Papa who takes care of you directly.”