BERHALA ISLAND
Episode 1: THE POOR ARE SUFFERING

    Who is it, people who want to live poor? Does anyone want to live poor? Is there anyone who enjoys living in a poverty filled with all its shortcomings?

    If such questions were addressed to everyone, no one would be willing and happy to live in poverty. No one in this world wants to live in poverty. If you ask, do you want to be rich? So it will not be denied again, everyone will definitely answer "yes".

    Indeed, rich life is everyone's dream. Anyone would really want to live rich. At least live well without lack. Especially could more. Can have a lot of money, have a good house, can have a vehicle and even a car. Must be a nice life. Life without any flaws, can even be overwhelming.

    But what is destiny, who can resist it?

    Just like Podin and his family. Thirty-three-year-old Podin, who is married to Isti, an innocent woman who has never attended school, became a married couple ten years ago. Podin and Isti have four children. The first boy, named Eko, was nine years old. Her sister, named Dewi, was seven years old. The third child, a four-year-old girl, was named Asri. And the youngest boy, named Antok, was two years old.

    Living in urban suburbs, by earning a living as a construction worker. Living in a small house, which is more fittingly referred to as a gubug. Houses made of wood and bamboo walled used boards, which are certainly not tight and many holes. The roof of his house was covered in zinc and used asbestos, which was obtained from the remains of the building. The floor is still ground, it does not smell of cement at all. The small land that the house was built was also the village bondo land, which Mr. Lurah gave to Podin out of pity.

    Kitchen located in the corner of the house, using only wood fuel. Every time it cooked, the smoke billowed into his house. Not yet familiar with gas stoves or modern cookware. Every morning and evening, there was thick smoke rising from the roof of his house that was not tightly closed.

    The house has not installed electricity. There was only one light bulb in the middle of the room, and another one was in the outer corner of the house. The lamp shines a stun from its kind neighbor. It's a long way away.

    Of course in the tile there is no valuable furniture. Most just dinner plates, spoons and glasses for daily drinking dinnerware. No closet, no television. His wife if she wants to watch TV, she has to hang out at her neighbor's house.

    Yes, the life of the Podin family is indeed all-starved. Let alone to improve the house, make daily eating is still very lacking. You can find good food, if there are good neighbors who give snacks or leftovers. Instead of being thrown away, it was given to Isti, who would have wanted to. Life is short of.

    "Sir, our lives continue to suffer, yes .... How long are we still poor?" suddenly Isti, who was carrying her youngest child, complained to her husband, when he wanted to let her husband go to work. Surely Isti was not at home to suffer birth and inner.

    Podin was shocked to hear his wife's words. His heart skipped a beat, as if there was a gelledeg drawn in his ear. Of course, Podin was devastated by his wife's words. Because all this time it turns out he has not been able to give happiness to his wife and children. Let alone to live a normal life like other people, meet the needs of food is still kembis. But what can be said, destiny has been outlined by the Power. Man is only a commandment that must live it, without being able to protest or reject it.

    "Patience, Is .... We must believe and believe that our fate will change." - Podin replied to his wife.

    "But until when, sir ...?!" of course his wife has a sense of wanting to demand immediately and quickly.

    "Let's be patient, Is .... Later if it is time to be provided by the Almighty .... People say, the wheel is not always under, Is .... That's the crime." replied Podin.

    "But the need is now, sir .... Buy the children's book .... Si Eko said he was also obliged to have a picnic by the school .... Must pay, sir .... Yesterday Mbok Jinah also quipped, if the debt must be paid immediately .... I'm not good, sir .... If you want to go into debt again, you are afraid you cannot. If you want to shop, whose money? No money for shopping, sir .... Don't cook it .... Later eat the wind ..." said Isti who is certainly very upset with her husband's answers. Patience, patience and patience. Those were her husband's words.

    Podin did not dare to answer again. If it had been like that, whatever answer was said by Podin, his wife would have been even angrier. So he kept silent, and immediately walked away from his wife. Worked as a building clerk. It must be while bringing an uncomfortable feeling, because his wife has complained of financial problems. His wife did not dare to go to the stall because she was afraid and embarrassed if she was charged a debt.

    Arriving at work, on the project of building luxury buildings that will later become condominium housing, owned by wealthy people. The clock has not yet started to work. Still waiting a few more minutes. Even though the workers have come, they wait for time while talking about things.

    "These houses recognize when they are finished, which occupy officials with a lot of money .... So before this house is occupied by rich people, you first enter the house .... If you need to sleep in it .... Hahaha ..." as long as one of the handyman who joked with his friends.

    "The rich are us .... The proof, we can build a luxury building .... Hehehe ..." said another.

    "The bill also says you .... Those who are said to be rich cannot build houses .... Precisely we who are poor can even build a luxury house ..." said another.

    "Can build a luxury house, but the debt is a lot .... Hehehe ..." another friend's dream.

    Hearing those words, again the feeling of Podin who was still sensi was felt in satire. Those words had added to the pain of his heart, which lived in poverty and had debts everywhere.

    "Team .... Teng .... Teng ....!!"

    The sound of an iron pipe being struck. Signs of starting hours. The construction workers immediately put themselves in accordance with their work duties. Someone directly stirred the cement sand. Some are carrying stairs from bamboo, then attached to the wall, to climb to install the roof. There are also those who start rubbing the shell on the wall, will install plaster. There are also those who enter the room of the house built it, to install tiles, ceramic floors that are expensive. Various kinds of work according to their respective jobs. All of that is arranged by the building foreman who of course also supervises the workers.

    Podin works as a coolie, the stirring section of cement sand. The work is quite heavy, because it must be slaving sand mixed with cement, moistened with water, then stirred up into melts of material used to plaster walls and install ceramics. The stir should fit the disappointment and its viscosity. If it is too liquid, it is difficult to attach to the wall, will sag. But if less water also does not want to stick well. So it has to fit and really stick. The mixture between sand and cement must also be in accordance with the rules. Not too little, but not too much. It takes expertise in stirring the cement sand. However, the pay is much less compared to the handyman.

    "Cone ...! Don't be confused ...!" shouted the handyman who felt difficulty sticking the cement sand dough to plaster the wall.

    "Yes ...." Podin. Then add the stir with sand and cement back, so that the dough is reduced to dilution.

    "Cone ...! It's less water ...! You are why ...?! The rub stirring the dough for the plaster is still wrong ..." said the handyman again, who certainly felt annoyed with Podin, because the service to the handyman is not fitting.

    "Thinking debt times ...!" another friend shouted, when he heard the handyman scolding Podin.

    Although he tried to make a good dough, painstakingly mixing cement sand with water water flush that is carefully considered, but still the dough for the tombok plastering is still less fitting. Of course because the working podin is not focused. Although his hands and strength poured out to stir 'em, but his mind was not in his work. His mind was filled with emotions and an uneasy feeling. Wanting to get angry to vent his annoyance.

    "Why are you, Din ...? Unlike usual, work cannot focus .... What's the problem?" ask the handyman who has approached Podin who is still stirring the sand and cement dough.

    "It's okay .." replied Podin without looking at the handyman beside him.

    "There is nothing to frown upon .... Here, the hoe .." said the handyman who asked for the hoe that Podin used to stir the sand. Then the dough was stirred by the handyman, teaching Podin to make the right wall plaster dough.

    "The plaster dough is like this .... Let it stick to the wall easily, not chlorot and not ambyar .... If the dough to install the floor, install ceramics, want to get wet no problem .... But if for plaster the wall must fit ..." said the craftsman who taught the skin.

    "Job is right, Din ..." Suddenly his foreman came to rebuke Podin.

    "Yes .." answered Podin without seeing the person who taught him.

    Then Podin stirred again. Put that stuff in the bucket. He sent it to the handyman who was waiting for him.

    Until the time of day break, the craftsmen on the break. Of course, directly on opening the provisions of each, for lunch. Except for Podin who didn't bring lunch. He only drank, gallon water provided by his foreman.

    The handyman who had noticed, approached Podin.

    "You forgot not to bring supplies huh, Din?" ask the handyman to Podin.

    "Yes, sir .." replied Podin as he sipped some water.

    "Here, I give you my provisions .... I brought too much .... Come on, eat this ..." said the handyman while giving the rice with some of the side dishes to Podin, divided in the chain. One bushel where rice is taken as rice, put into a vegetable and side dish. Likewise the vegetables and side dishes were taken in part and put into rice given to Podin.

    "Your wife brings you a lot of food, sir .... Thank you, sir .." said Podin who immediately ate the rice given by his friend. Wear hands or mouthfeel. Because the spoon is just one.

    "Yes .... The recipe is good, the cooking is a lot .... Than the rest of the house .." answered the good-natured handyman.

    "Enak yes, Sir .... His excess, his wife is good .... Surely Mr. Tukang's household is peaceful and comfortable" said Podin praising the handyman.

    "The man sawang sinawang .... Seeing others looks good .... It is the same ..." replied the handyman.

    "But maybe for me it has not been achieved, sir .." said Podin who certainly can not say that his family is good. The proof, that afternoon he did not bring supplies, because indeed his wife did not cook.

    "Acf .... Don't be like that, Din .... The person cannot be seen from the visible alone .... Peaceful, comfortable, delicious, happy, that's the size is not a property .... The heart .... It is our hearts that can make ourselves peaceful" said the handyman again.

    "That's just the words of a figment, sir .... Just egeyemi .... The proof is yes I am .... All shortcomings, sir .... We are poor. I do not deny this reality ..." said Podin who began to confide.

    "Podin kok near Mr. Tukang ..., definitely want this debt ...!" suddenly there was the sound of ridicule from another friend, who happened to pass near Podin who was still chatting with the handyman.

    "Lho, Sir .... Listen to yourself, right .... People are always mocking the poor .... If it is close to others, it must be considered to want debt ..." said Podin who showed the treatment of his friend.

    "Dul .., ndak can't talk like that ..." said the handyman to his friend who mocked Podin.

    "Here, Sir .... That's the habit of Podin .... If you approach that person, the ending will be bialng want debt .... Hahaha ..." his friend mocked again.

    Of course, the face of Podin immediately flushed. I feel like getting angry. But it is not good if there will be a commotion even become a problem. Podin can only resist emotions.

    It was all wrong. Want to deny the words of his friend, but in reality, he also intends to seek a loan to his friends. But if every time it is talked about as a debtor, let alone heralded in a crowd like that, it must also feel very embarrassing. But how else, if his life is full of shortcomings. At home his wife asked for money for the necessities of life. If it is not given, it will not cook. While his own wife has also been billed by stalls that are handled every day.

    "Sir .., may I borrow money?" suddenly Podin said his intention to owe the handyman a debt.

    The man did not answer. Shut up without looking at the face of the person speaking. His hand took the bushel made to eat Podin. Then put the bushel in a crackle bag. Then leave Podin. In the inner workman, "It turns out to be true what Dul said, Podin will be in debt."