Trapped in 2001

Go home

Nearly two weeks passed. During that time, Mario spent a lot of time with his family. He contacted Deddy very little.

As a father who had been set by time, of course Deddy felt very worried. He was worried that Mario's mental illness would recur and the boy forgot to take his medication. He was afraid that Mario would forget the house, or forget himself.

But today, he took the time to call Deddy. And Mario said if he was coming home soon, of course Deddy was very happy. He tells Mario if he will pick up the boy at the airport, if he has arrived.

"Briaaaan, this is whataa?"

Cross-age mother Brian shouted, when he found many small children playing gameboys in front of the gate of his house. In that place also depends on various types of sales of commoners, such as lotteries and also remove the thread. Complete with action figure ala-ala toys made of plastic along with some snacks. There are noodles, chocolate coins, chocolate umbrellas, and much more.

Brian, who had just returned from the toilet, was shocked. He did not expect that the two cross-age parents would return home so soon. Because his mother and father said, chances are they were gone for 2-3 months. In just two weeks, they showed up in front of the house.

"What the fuck?" ask his mother when Brian finally approaches. While the father, looked at him in wonder.

"Mi, pi?" Brian looks panicked.

"Mommy's both home?" smith again.

"What's this, Brian?" ask his father later.

"Anu, pi, mi, this...."

Brian scratched his head, he knew his cross-day old man would be ashamed. Because Brian himself is the son of a rich man, who should not sell things like that.

These two cross-day parents alone, seem to do business things that smell of luxury. It was clear from their appearance, even though Brian himself never asked.

"Anu, what?" ask her mother again.

"This, mmm..." Brian thought hard.

"Brian wants to learn business, noodles, pi." said Brian while lowering his gaze. He is a child who has a hard time finding excuses. What came to his mind, that's what he said.

"If you want business, it should make it look better."

Brian who thought that the two cross-day parents would be angry, finally raised his head. He looked at the two men.

"See, look."

His father showed him the lottery Brian sold. The contents of the lottery are only food or snacks and toys for children. He also made his own on a large cardboard with a rope hanger.

"Why, pi?" ask Brian wonder.

"It's too simple, Brian. Not according to our neighborhood, which lives in a luxury residential complex."

Brian doesn't understand. I don't know why he felt there was a slightly arrogant impression on the tone of his father's speech.

"I mean, papi?" ask Brian later.

"The "fill and look of this lottery is too simple. The kids in this neighborhood, have even better things than this. You should fill it with items that are at least equivalent to their segments."

"If the contents are more expensive, Brian had to go up in price dong?" brian said later.

"Your profile will be higher. Appearance and content as well as the quality of the item, affect the price."

"But if it's expensive, then buy a little. Not all children are capable."

"Either that. In business, if you target the upper middle class. You will have fewer buyers, but your profits are much better. Rather than you selling cheaply in the lower middle segment."

"Well, isn't it the same pi?. Sell 1 to the middle to upper segment, sell 10 to the middle to lower segment, fortunately the same. According to Brian, it is better to buy a lot than to make money to the upper middle segment but who buy a little."

"You're sure, the lower middle segment has money at all times, to buy your merchandise?"

Although this is all just a strange dime to debate. But in fact, there is a lot of science that can be learned.

"From tomorrow, change the gift and look."

Brian's father patted Brian on the shoulder, then his mother swiped the boy's head and hair. They also went inside.

"Sister budek, what the hell was that talking about?" asked one of the children, who was renting his gamboy.

"Please, they're talking business." One of the other children who was also hiring a gameboy, seemed to say with a pretentious tone of adults.

"Do you know, business?"

"I'm not like you." said the boy.

"I've been in business since grade 2 SD."

Brian frowned, for the sake of hearing the conversation.

"What business?" ask his other friend.

"I draw, and I sell it to my school. Let's take drawing lessons, they can feed pictures to the teacher and get good grades."

Brian was stunned to hear the girl's words.

"Are you getting a lot of money?" ask his friend again.

"Yes, enough for a snack. But most importantly, no one else dared to be naughty with me."

"Why?" ask his friend again.

"Because if they're naughty, I'll tell you that their picture is fake. Not them to make it themselves."

"Do you have any evidence?"

"Every picture, the picture I take using my papa camera, while I hold. I keep printing for evidence."

Brian howled. He never even thought about, about the business that contains the cunning in his era. He wanted to see the boy's head. And yet later,

"Jelita, you said you wanted a game boy?" some children shouted, at the girl who had just revealed about her business. He took out some money and gave it to Brian.

"Sister budek, I rented a gameboy three. For two days. The rest I pay back, I want to rent it to them. My house is that."

Jelita takes three of Brian's gameboys and takes them home. While Brian is now percussed, exactly a toothless cow.

***

Schiphol Airport, South of Amsterdam.

Mario turned once again towards the surrounding airport. Today he decided to return to Indonesia, along with his family.

Although it was short, but this place gave him a lot of memories. The days he spent with his family meant a lot. I don't know when, it'll happen again.

Although in Indonesia, they live close together. But not necessarily able to be together and joy like in this place. Mario's heart was heartbroken, but he was grateful enough. He was given the opportunity to feel things that he had never felt in his entire life.

"Mario, come...!"

His mother called Mario, slowly the teenager pulled his suitcase and walked into the airport.