BERHALA ISLAND
EPISODE 93: A STORY OF ADDICTION

    Podin's mind was getting confused, the more erratic, the more riled up. It turns out that when he came to Jakarta, to his place of business in Jakarta, his intention to get the money part of the profit from his business, was just in vain. It turns out that the company has not been able to provide profit money. His company is arranging finances, which by Cik Melan said that his company still bears debt with the building renovation services. Yes, of course when trusted by the Boss, young female employees who are still virgins, who work in the financial sector, immediately fix all the places of business, repair the building that was experiencing a fire, he said, and of course also fix the equipment that comes on fire. In fact, he also renovated the front of the building, to make it look more eccentric and attractive. Of course it costs quite a lot, requires money that is not small. Although the insurance is said by the financial employee will bear the loss of the fire, but the covered are only the parts that are damaged due to disaster alone. While the part that did not suffer damage, certainly did not get a replacement.

    Indeed, what has been conveyed by Melan, an employee who manages the finances of the company Podin, he has been working with the building renovation services. Melan asked for the entertainment building, the karaoke place was transformed in such a way, to become a beautiful place, an attractive means of entertainment, and of course a striking building for people who pass by and see it. But of course, the company must bear a considerable debt to the building renovation service, which has juggled the karaoke building owned by Podin.

    Podin whose goal is to take business profit money, once charged with debt by his employees, of course his head is getting dizzy. While at his home, Lesti who is opening a business also still needs a lot of funds to increase his capital. The money's already been very thin. It can be called finished. The wealth obtained from the Island of Berhala, everything is up. It's been sold entirely. Even the treasure chest was sold. Podin's out of his mind. I can no longer think.

   Podin exited the parking lot of his karaoke building. Of course by bringing a myriad of problems. It is clear to think about money that has gone all out. After getting out and leaving the karaoke place, Podin deliberately looked for a place to rest, a place to calm his mind. Podin wants to try to calm down, to find a solution to how to manage finances in his life.

    In his speech, Podin recalled, the angkringan stall he used to hang out when he pretended to work, when he was still contracted with his third wife, Rina. Yes, every night Podin hangs out at the angkringan stall, and lies to Rina if she works as a technician at the night entertainment venue. Yes, Podin immediately drove his car towards the angkringan stall. He will find inspiration there.

    "Black coffee one, Bang ..." said Podin ordered a drink to the angkringan seller.

    "Yes, Sir .... Patience ..." said the angkringan seller.

    As usual, the angkringan stall was a lot of visitors, a lot of people hanging out, a lot of people chatting in the place. There is a mat held on the sidewalk, some are sitting in long chairs, some are sitting in the motorcycle seat, of course while chatting with their respective themes. Podin chose to sit down while resting his shoulders on the telephone pole perched there. The atmosphere is more relaxed, more relaxed. And Podin certainly plans to listen to stories, chat chat, talk discussed by the buyers who hang out at the place. Well, to unwind the fatigue. Who knows, that conversation could give you an idea.

    And it's true, indeed in the place of the angkringan stall, the hangout, is a place for small people to talk. But in fact, the conversation there is not only the common people, not only the small people, not only the workers, not only the factory employees, but also there are lecturers, there are people who have positions, there are people who have, there are even government employees who deliberately hang out in that place, to look for a calming mood, calm the mind at a cheap cost. Yes, that's where they can drink coffee, they can enjoy packaged rice, they can enjoy fried foods and catfish, while relieving fatigue, while looking for a fresh and comfortable atmosphere, and of course, we can talk to each other at a cheap cost. If in the angkringan stalls they only spend money that is not how big, very different from the rich people who chat in restaurants, in magnificent cafes, in the same, there are even those who chat at the hotel, of course at a very expensive cost.

    Yes, this is angkringan stall. It is indeed a hangout place for commoners who do not have much money, to share stories with each other, while enjoying a simple meal.

    "This is the coffee, sir .... Please drink it" said the angkringan seller who handed a cup of coffee to Podin.

    "Thank you, Bang ..." said Podin who immediately received the cup containing coffee, and of course immediately sipped black coffee in the cup.

    Then Podin swept the rice package on the trading table. Open the package and eat it. Podin's hand also weaned the fritters, two seeds. Sure Podin's starving. Then the food looks ravenous. In an instant, the rice wrap was already exhausted.

    Podin leaned his body against the telephone pole. Of course he also wants to release fatigue, release the mind that is chaotic, and of course Podin also wants to relax, to relax the nerves of his brain which this time is really very tense. Yes, because Podin had to think about how to earn money, so that his life needs were met.

    "From anywhere, sir .... It has not been seen for a long time .." asked one of the men in Podin who was also hanging out in the stall. Apparently the man recognized Podin, because in the past Podin was often hanging out in the angkringan stall. Apparently the man sitting next to him was memorized by Podin.

    "So look at the building work .... Actually want to ask the owner for money .... But the promises of grandiose .... He said the owner did not have the money." answered Podin who certainly looks a bit lethargic.

    Podin is good at theatrics. Can play a sluggish character, which seems very sad. At least people believe in the words of Podin.

    "Ah ..., usual, Bang .... If in Jakarta mah, that's like a lot .... It is common for such promises .... If it is billed he said there is no money .., the check has not been cait .., later wait for payday .... He broke the promise .... Just like the board members, if during the campaign only the promise is sweet all, but once it is done, forget the promises. Hence, sir ..., I am lazy to vote, lazy nyoblos board members. At most if so also forget the promises." said the person next to him, of course satirize what was experienced in his life.

    "Yes ..., yes ...!! The reality is like that .... Well, Dad, what is his promise, how not to get paid?" another word, which befell the words of his friend earlier.

    "It's customary, Bang .... It's called project work, building work .... Yes if not billed, sometimes until the house is ready, the money has not been given" replied Podin who was still playing.

    "Yes .., that's how it is. How are we gonna do this again? If you refuse a job, you also do not get money .... But if you have done the work, the money is delayed .... Yes .., our fate." said another man who also sat down with Podin.

    "Now, find the hard money .... In Jakarta, he said that the money is big, easy to earn money, but we have to work, we have to work hard, we have to be brave to face business challenges ..." said the others.

    "Indeed so .... We are working laborers .., yes we must be earnest, must be desperate, must be willing to sacrifice. And of course we also do not hesitate to be assertive. Especially when collecting a promise from the homeowner." said another.

    "About .., there is no easy way to make money, which can be a lot, without difficulty?" suddenly there was another buyer asking a ridiculous thing, which must have been his friends at laughing at the question of that person.

    "Mahaha .... If you want to be rich, just keep tuyul .... Later your tuyul-tuyul that will take the money of the rich, continue to be piled in your house .... You must be the one who got rich. No need to work, sit down barges at home, leha-leha, fans with money .... Hahaha ..." said the other Laughing.

    "Is that true, tuyul exists?" ask another, who is certainly curious about the story of tuyul who likes to take money.

    "Yes there is .... Although it's mystical stories, but in fact there are people who maintain tuyul. He does not work, he is unemployed, but the money is myriad." said the others, of course he only guessed, and it is just figment-pulling stories that do not know the facts and reality.

    "Wah .., good it .... If you want to buy tuyul, where is it? I even became a pet kepinihara tuyul let cepet rich .... It's not hard to work, no need to be tired, money comes alone" said the fat man.

    "Yes, just look for a cool shaman, who can give tuyul to you ..." said his friend.

    "Wah .., if the pig catches the danger .... Later if it is found out, the pig is fit to look, continues to be beaten by people, beaten by society, our own bodies will be destroyed, will be battered" said the others.

    "But mengepet it's his own person who could be a pig mengepetnya .... And later if the pig is debited, the battered are debited at that time is also the person who mengepet, right? How about we get there? What is done is not ashamed. Already battered, timid, still in the same community around the village .... Who wants to put where our face if we mop up?" others strongly disagree if asked to be a pig.

    "Then look for the pesugihan only ..." chimps the others with the story of pesugihan.

    "Yes, that's right .... For example, look for buto ijo pesugihan ..., or look for genderuwo pet pengawihara .... It's better, and it's gonna get rich quick." said another, who told me about the creatures of indulgence.

    "But such gifts will usually ask for a tumble, and sometimes the growth is its own child .." said another.

    "There used to be a story of my neighbor, he said he was a pet Buto Ijo. Lah, when the one who had had to give up the tumbar in the month of Sura, Friday night Kliwon, his own son who was eaten by Buto Ijo." others recounted.

    "Ah, what is it that you are ...?! If the story does not make it up ..." said the others.

    "Yes, right .... But the meaning of being eaten by Buto Ijo was his life .... Well, it was the night of that Kliwon Friday, his son just came out of the house, directly hit by a car in front of his own house. Well that's what he said people who said that his father was maintaining Buto Ijo. That's why the people are rich." said the story.

    "Oi .... The boy's father kept the buto ijo, and the child was made into a mash to give to buto ijo. Ih, how horrified .... How scary .... Aah, do not want to keep buto ijo, lah .., even my son who ate buto ijo." other money was afraid of his son who became a victim.

    "Do you want to keep Buto Ijo?" ask friend.

    "No, lah .... I am still willing to work. I can still make money with my sweat" said the questioner.

    Hearing the chatter, such stories, Podin again remembered, that he had once taken the treasure from the Island of Idols, then in the morning, after he brought the treasure chest, and then he brought the treasure chest, finally his son named Eko, the first boy was hit by a truck when going to school, and at that time the head of his son was lost and not found. Podin has made his son as a tumbal to find wealth on the island of Berhala. And when Podin went again to the island of Berhala, it turned out that there was a head that rolled and cried for help and called out to Podin. What turns out the human head is the head of his own son who was lost when he was hit by a truck.

    But it is indeed the way to find the easiest wealth, to get the most immediate benefits. Without effort, without bone, without sweat, the treasure was given so much by the ruler of the Island of Idols. Even Podin also remembered with his newborn baby, and the baby when presented on the Island of Berhala, used as a mashup for the ruler of the Island of Berhala, the, the newborn baby Podin was changed into a treasure in the form of gold money, jewelry, diamond gems as much as two chests. Yes, Podin has felt all the fun of people looking for a treat told by the people who sit there.

    Then, Podin also remembered, when he kidnapped street children, which he then brought to the island of Berhala, and street children were also presented to the ruler of Pulau Berhala, which he then brought to the island of Berhala, Podin got a lot of jewelry. The podin does not need to work hard. No need to sweat. No need to think complicated. In fact, only by subverting his son did he gain immense wealth. Yes, indeed to find the easiest wealth is to look for benefits.

    "Bang ..., why daydream?" ask the person next to him to Podin.

    "This is an interesting story .... It was fun." answered Podin briefly.

    "Indeed Brother Kepingin, want to find a pesugihan?" ask the people sitting around Bodin.

    "Aah .., no Bang .... Don't tell me about a fall like that .... I'm afraid." so said Podin who pretended he was afraid to ask for wealth by looking for a treat. Though in fact, Podin remembered that he had repeatedly subverted victims for the ruler of the palace of Pulau Berhala.

    "Well, if you want to get money quickly, do not bother charging to people, do not have to ask for someone who is hard to believe, just look for benefits, Bang .... Delicious, Bang ..." said another to Podin.

    "Ah, this brother is just there ...." Podin smiled, which of course in his little heart already understood it all.

    The conversation continued, until late at night. And of course, Podin who drives all day from Padalarang to Jakarta, must be tired. He's sleepy. And because he was sitting while leaning his body on the telephone pole behind him, without feeling, he was closed and asleep. Until one by one the people who had been chatting with him had gone, had gone home, had changed many people who came and went, went in and out and hung out there. But Podin heard nothing more. Podin doesn't know anymore. He was sound asleep. Of course because he was so tired and tired.

    "Pak ..., wake up, sir .." said the angkringan salesman who woke up Podin. Of course because the day has changed in the morning, and the owner of the angkringan stall must immediately pack his goods.

    "Why ..?! What's up ...?!" Podin was shocked.

    "It's morning, sir .... You slept all night here. We're closing, we're putting stuff in. Later if caught Satpol PP can be carded, sir .... Satpol PP here is fierce." so said the angkringan trader, who had packed his belongings, assisted by his wife and child.

    "Yes .., yes ..., yes .... I also want to go home. This is to pay for the coffee, the same as a pack of rice and two fried" said Podin who, writhing, then spent fifty thousand and given to the angkringan to pay for his drink and food.

    "Thank you, Mr .... Sorry, yes, Mr .... I have to cover all this stuff. If it is not included in the house, it can be transported by Satpol PP.." said the angkringan trader.

    "Yes .., thank you. I want to go home" said Podin who then went straight to his car, started the engine and continued his journey, going somewhere else. Podin is still confused, has no clear destination.