Written By Ahmad Mujiyarto, S. Pd, on Tuesday, August 27, 2013 | 21:44
# 2 Artisan Pedicab Can Sending Fifth son
Jakarta, 09 September 2005
Early morning, the sun still looked faint light appeared, but the sky was bright as Jakarta. The buildings are full of cocky arrogant show off his pride stands in the slum shacks, ragged, unkempt showed fierce resistance. Everyone has interests and the interests of the rich who sombonglah will always win
. Wheels bus stopped at a stopping agent, which is only armed Dance uncle named Slamet address and number handphonnya, dance trying to find kiosks in order to update his uncle if he had arrived in Jakarta.
Faint eyes are still tired, because almost along the way he does not squint his eyes from seeing the new world, the real world he would face. Imagine what would work he was in, imagine the warm embrace of his mother, imagine Hasbi and Syaiful younger siblings, imagining his future
is so bleak. Aahh ... .no could make his eyes closed all night. By asking Bajai motorcycle taxi drivers, who hung close to the bus stop agent, Dance asks
"Pak'e sorry, there are kiosks where ya ..?" Dance asked which language accent is still porous.
"Oh come on
do not terke, Grandma neng Kene no ora nauseated .. (oh..ayo I deliver, if no one here) .." handyman father knows Bajai Dance language is still porous, chimed in with the native dialect of Java. "Bapak'e pole ox to .. (father of Java to)?" Dance is surprised, in his mind the Jakarta was not able to talk with the local language.
"Oalah..mbak-ya, Jakarta ki wong Jowo isine kabeh, try to Grandma fitting Bodho nyenyet quiet lak Jakarta. (Jakarta Java all the contents, try if fitted widths Jakarta certainly quiet)" Bajai handyman father explained, his voice harsh lost is lost sometimes with the sound deafening roar Bajai.
Dance silent for a moment that there is only the sound that broke the silence Bajai morning. Marched on wheels ready fate will change the fate of his life.
***
"Mr. Dance lek..ini I've arrived in Jakarta, now being at the kiosks near the flats"
Not long after,
Came a stocky man, black oily, slightly thick mustache adorns the face of fierce, even though it was less than two years did not meet her Dance, Dance with his uncle did not forget it.
"Lek pak slamet, reportedly ... how.?" Dance burly uncle shook hands.
"Well, this Ko Dance ..?, Why has she to, ayu linings ..." His uncle nephew accepted a position with a feeling that is not frivolous, and half do not believe it. The first time when little nephew often ask him buckle and buy a toy
, is now growing into a mature young girl and exudes natural beauty. "Iya bener to pack lek, I just do not overlook each pack lek .."
"Lek pack was really overlook Nduk know (the name for girl child) ..."
"Yo have now come on
to kontrakane pack lek, paklek bring the goods here .." By riding tricycles Slamet uncle used to make a living as a paddle rickshaw for years, stunned Dance and think of the fate of his uncle, a rickshaw is what can send their five children. Although there kampong people do not know how great uncle struggle very hard to collect dollars for future
dollars for children and families. It was the very opposite of what Dance saw in there hometown. All the way to Jakarta just finished a pedicab driver, ah..sekali again this is fate, fate will always accompany every human life journey. Do paklek Slamet feel sorry, if far-away from home there, to Jakarta just so ?, pedicab driver or someone who is more severe with paklek slamet condition, which struggled from the village came to Jakarta but did not have direction and purpose, picture of many people who have been to Jakarta, looking for money here was easy, but in reality ... smothering. Once again it is the rotation destiny of life, which is tucked neatly away in a mega server Lawh Mahfouz.
Whether good or bad, fate must remain in the lead. Good and evil will always be a loyal friend, in the course of human life. Humans have been given the option package by God Most Just, live human beings choose freely.
Dance soluble solemn prayer, though sometimes getting annoyed with the noise of the crowd that had begun to pick up in the morning
