What's Up With Street Kids
Crossroads
“Hei! Look there!” exclaim Bayu while pointing towards the intersection of the road there.
I also find out what my friend actually pointed to this one.
There was a group of street children who ran in the street lined up by officers of the Pamong Praja Police Unit (Satpol PP). About 8-10 children under the age of 10 years were running on the side of the road crossing avoiding calls from officers who had shouted telling them to gather.
“Their love yes.” Bayu turned my eyes to the pursuit of satpol pp and street children.
I also feel sorry, even though I actually do not understand who is wrong and who is right. Satpol PP I think they did have orders from their superiors and the street kid himself I thought was just a kid.
Shortly after, we continued our journey home. We used to cross the street every afternoon after work. That afternoon trip caught my attention. Starting from why the children are on the street, what they do, where their parents are, to where they actually live.
“I first yes!” said Bayu while patting my back on my shoulder that makes me shocked and disperse my daydream.
“Iya bay, be careful on the road. Greetings to auntie!” I let go of my friend that one, because indeed we always come home every afternoon together from work, but live in a different block.
I watched my sidekick's back drift away from the intersection of this block.
He's Bayu, Bayu Setia State his name. A close friend since college. The person is active, social-spirited, and a hobby of fishing. As the name implies, he is a person who is very protective and up to date against national state news, even at work he often berated himself while reading the newspaper that the edges must always end up in a commotion because other employees were disturbed.
Not a big deal, but every morning during the coffee break hour and while reading the newspaper, he was always emotionally reading the news again about the problems of the nation, from natural disasters, community diseases, national debt, and so on, prices of goods go up and so on.
I myself every hour a coffee break would rather accompany a cup of coffee with a book and a pen. The morning is the best time to gather inspiration, whether accompanied by a cup of warm coffee in the rest area of the office that is full of this plant, which is, so the combination of the aroma of coffee and morning is a good combination in inspiring writing. Plus accompanied by that one character, he is the most reliable commenting and correcting from every side of my writing, maybe this is the result of diligent reading and activity.
Well. I like to write myself. Starting from poetry, short stories, series stories, novels, opinions, essays or even comments from people around, it just so happens that I am close friends with the number one commentator in this country, at least at this work place.
My relationship with Bayu is actually not so close, other than because one campus also makes us close. For the matter of hobbies and activities during the campus was also in fact we have nothing in common that means so much. I used to be active in literacy and scientific activities, while Bayu was active in various activities, both social, entrepreneurial, sports, even literacy.
Bayu Setia Negara is known as an activist who often invites and stands to voice so that the students on our campus were not only 'butterfly' students' or commonly called students who go home – lectures go home. A kind of student whose type is just chasing grades, pursuing a degree, without knowing what is going on around him. Bayu is the type of person who is emotional if you are a busy student, because indeed he never goes through the day without any activities, even if it is just a discussion activity.
Maybe all the experience he got during his time as a student was able to jump-start his career in the place we work, in addition to the hobby of making a fuss he also became a mainstay employee of the superiors, the boss, because he is also at work. I myself can survive in this workplace because of the discipline put forward in carrying out all the tasks of the superiors.
I feel like the events this afternoon are going to make him plan something to do and I will definitely be involved in that plan. Not because I'm his friend, but because I understand the habits of my friend one from the moment he was active on campus first.
Not felt, with the thought of him making me walk down the road home without realizing I was right standing in front of the door. A two-story house that has green door leaves and intercom that will greet when we enter the house,
"Home sweet home, a soothing greenhouse from all the hustle and bustle of the outside world, ” that is how it will always sound every one enters the house.
Really a green house, because it is in this house all green. Starting from the color of the interior, sofa, and some ornamental plants are also many in every corner of the house. The green color gives calm to the tired and gives coolness to those who need inspiration.
Bayu and I work at a semi-corporate based education start-up company. Bayu is the Assistant I Managerial Field and I myself am a staff at the research gate. Therefore, I must always have a fresh idea to answer the questions or challenges of the company.
Looks like this whole house hasn't come home yet. Besides me, in this house also lives my father who works in the Government Education Service, my mom works as a teacher at a favorite school and my little sister is now studying at the best college in my city. For a moment it seemed like my life was very good. Starting from a good job, a great friend, an established family life, a good home, and more. Yes, that's how it is if you look at a glance, because everything that is seen at a glance will certainly look great or bad. In my case it might look great, without knowing what's behind it.
My room is on the 2nd floor, has a balcony overlooking the summit area. This balcony is usually used for writing or just doodling paper.
I went into my room and put my bag and all my luggage on the bed. Today I brought a lot of work home. Not because I'm lazy in the office, but home sweet home, home is the best place to work.
After tidying everything up, I took a shower because it was very sultry all day working in the office, plus this afternoon was quite hot. For a moment, a small object on the bed caught my attention. A phone I've been using since college. I didn't realize there was a lot of chat going into my phone. I just let the chat notification busy the small object, while I went straight into the bathroom to refresh myself before continuing the office work. After the shower and all that personal business, I took the phone while gathering the mood to continue working while scrollwall chat on my phone. Apparently as expected, Bayu sent me a message.
I told you, Bayu is the type of person who does not want to be silent, usually people mostly call humans like this hyperactive. Children called Bayu are our close friends who used to be a campus and often make activities together after graduation.
I just answered her chat briefly, though,
“Yo’i! Set it up, I follow. Just don't make me leave my job. This deadline, my brother if late.”
Shortly after that, the chat came in again. As usual for this semcam thing he will move very fast, if it's any other business it will be annoying to tell him to hurry.
“Quiet me! Entar get together time with ‘anak-anak’ lo deliver aja suitable for lo. Do not get the end of my work that fathom tau.”
I am the laziest when I have a discussion with Bayu, what else is discussed that comes from his plan, from A to Z it has been considered with him, he said, so there will always be a rebuttal and a response from him if we have considered the plan. But that way I'm happy to work with him, because Bayu is a person who pays very close attention to details for this kind of business, so the possibility for miscalculation is small, all teams stay to maximize work on the field only.
Finished 'negotiating' with Bayu, I put the phone on the side, and took the laptop and the files of today's work. With all the files and laptops in hand go straight to the balcony of the room. This balcony is like a workspace for me, because he is comfortable and calm, an atmosphere that is very suitable for me to concentrate on getting the job done.
Shortly after as my fingers were busy with the laptop, the home intercom rang. I think my parents are home. I left my laptop on the balcony and went out the room down the stairs to welcome their return.
It looks like my father has been sitting on the sofa, with official clothes that are still complete and shoes that are still attached. I think you must be very busy now considering that it is the end of the school year and of course the service employees will be preoccupied with the final report and prepare for the new school year. I didn't see my mom in the living room. It turned out that I was busy preparing a drink for my dad, so my mom, she was a really great person, even during her whole day teaching at school and coming home at the end of this afternoon, mother does not even need a break to continue her work as a 'wife and mother'.
“Udah home from earlier sa?” mom greet.
“Lumayan ma'am, had time to continue working the office also earlier, ” replied me.
“You haven't eaten aksa yet?” my father came out of the family room.
“Not yet well, emang there is still work above earlier.”
Mom gave me a cup of hot chocolate for me.
“Entar if your sister Fragrant has come home, we have dinner outside.” while giving warm coffee to dad.
“Now you finish your job hunt above, briefly if your sister comes home we go straight to” sergeant father.
“Good well.” I went upstairs with a cup of warm chocolate.
I thought my mom and dad were so exhausted from their work today that it was more practical to have dinner outside.
I see the clock has shown at 7 pm, soon the Harum must be back. He used to come home at around 7-8 p.m.
Harum Atika Budaya, my only sister who is currently studying at one of the famous campuses in my city. He is currently studying in semester 2. In addition to college he is also active in the village building community, where he always routinely goes every week to the village in our suburbs to do some activity programs.
He also teaches privately around the house. Well, the busy types of people do, but that's not a problem, for our family, if busy for good things all are supportive, he said, because if we only do one thing, we will be poorer in competence and will be eroded by competition.
That's how my sister is, even when everyone is home, she's still out with her activities. For some people it may not be good if girls come home last night, but that is not the case in our family because developing ourselves is appropriate outside the home, if at home, there will be no such thing as self-development.
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