DESTINY IS NOT WRONG
Age-Poor Panic

Four years is not a short time for Haidar to survive in solitude, without a woman transiting in this heart.

And four years is a long time for a Haidar to let himself, usually he can not live without a woman who pays attention and pamper him even though only in boasting.

Well, Haidar is still a normal man behind a hard attitude and body like a man in general, but his heart that sometimes needs flattery, a soft voice that calls his name spoiled and tickles in the ears.

Even if all of it is a mere pretense, just as a complement and legality, that we are dating.

So, well like people dating, someone always pay attention and ask, ”have eaten yet? Don't eat late yaah, will hurt loooh!”

The logic where there are people who can be full and filled his stomach only because of hearing the voice of the he from behind the membrane of the phonecell, remember the tablets only sound! Not a plate Batagor or Siomay' , although we are aware ‘ does not satiate’. That is Love, which sometimes makes man think in the unnatural.

Four years is not a fast time just to let the heart of a Haidar empty, not to mention his age which is no longer easy, become his own fear for him.

When a man his age is so engrossed in joking with his cute sons, and when a man of Haidar's age is engrossed in praying berjama’ah with his wife and children.

And Haidar? Just look for and keep looking for who is the woman who is able to remove the longing of those times and some are offering it.

His desire to let go of his solitude is none other than, he wants to perfect half the religion, although out there there are still many men are not ready to give up his singles, they twitch and quibble with his career, his business.

They hide behind the word ‘not yet established’ even though ‘Your age can no longer wait for a mate.’

Before her, four years ago there was indeed a woman present in her life, she was of Chinese blood, from parents born in Bangka Belitung. The girl is a professional dancer, her son is nice and most importantly she is not racist.

Almost three years he lived this relationship, but the nature of love is blocked by a high wall, only different beliefs, until finally he chose to anchor his heart with a man from Kualalumpur.

It seems that he is not ready to feel the pain of heartbreak, and has not been able to withstand jealousy and longing, which becomes a package when this oral dare to commit to the word love.

Maybe some of the teenagers also feel the same way, when it is saturated with unclear relationships and without direction.

Besides trying to find the best, during the wait, it might be nice to fill it with writing.

Man can only try, the rest let God determine it, right? Haidar only has the belief that classmate Andrea Hirata was not expecting to be a famous writer with the novel ‘Laskar Pelangi’ is quite phenomenal.

Pundits rupiah already he got, and it is no longer difficult to sell his writings to publishers, even though it is ‘sampah’ from the work he should have thrown away, he said, there are still publishers who will accept it.

Unlike him who is still no different from the assistant, who offers his dangangan goods.

Exactly with what Haidar did, offering bundles of papers that have been bound, begging for hope, hopefully the manuscript he brought was accepted and published.

From publisher's office to publisher's, but what do I get? Just a piece of paper on which it is written, ‘script receipt’ typed with Arial Black font.

In an uncertain period of time just to wait for something uncertain

tied up in a pseudo-bond, like the sprinkling of morning dew at sunrise, and then drifting out of the heat, like that is the hope I often receive from every publisher.

Inevitably, Haidar must resign to the situation, this is the fate of being a writer in this country.

There are hundreds of writers in this country, one of whom is a woman whose age is dusk, among the literary he is the most consistent with his writing career, he said, imagine because of the book he can travel around the world, even though his health condition is quite alarming.

At the age of ‘ ahead of maghrib’ still his soul and spirit like the dawn of shadiq after Fajr, full of hope, from him Haidar secretly pay attention to the senior writer on social media, to encourage life, to, even though he was ashamed of him, he who already had a grandson was still able to work. Plus the pain is considered quite serious, it has been a dozen years he had a routine blood transfusion.

At the time of the verdict ‘tak quite a lot of age’ he got from a professor who is a specialist in internal medicine, especially Thalassemia which has been fit in the body as clean as it is.

Not a hindrance to write hundreds of works, all gandre, fellow forum writers call her Mother, she most curiously responds to every joke and joke, maybe she is not used to such jokes, maybe he's been khatam reading, “Adabul Insan Fiil Islam.” The book with Malay Arabic letters that explain human ethics to God, religion and other human beings.

Often manoeuvring criticism that received when mispronounced or joking excessively, he did not hesitate to reprimand.

Anyway long enough he preached and criticized whatever was attached to this. No matter how you keep a good heart, it can be seen from how he wants to contribute advice and always invite anyone he knows to learn and want to write.

Yes, among literary activists and publishers who already know the figure of the author we know often appear his name in stories and children's magazines.

This mother of two, she never discriminated whether it was a novice writer or a senior, she treated the same. Humble attitude to the elders in the literary circles, while for those who really want to learn to write, he does not hesitate to guide, even though the activity is so dense.

Although his work has almost often been seen in bookstores, but he was never arrogant and did not want ‘dielu-elukan’.

Unlike other writers, who have just entered a large publisher with one or two manuscripts alone are lazy to share knowledge with colleagues who are still too early to know the world of literature.

The government should think of making a container that is able to voice the problems of the literati or activists, so that no longer heard there are writers who neigh alone in the hospital, without having a fee.

There will be no more writers who have to die to welcome death alone. Literary and literary activists should be celebrities and worthy to walk on the red carpet.

There is no more literature complaining about the general medical service and some photos of him transfusing blood, enough to make this inner protest with this state, like this, people who are known as old at the horizon and lips of Indonesian literature, must stretch the pain alone.

“Kok government heart! Not paying attention to the writers in Indonesia who must be willing to pioneer and scent the development of the world that not everyone wants to pursue this profession.

Where is the appreciation of this nation for the literati that the outside world appreciates, but in their own country they are like beggars, like beggars, who has to scavenge the royalties coffers of books that are not how much and if you want to charge him must beg first to the company leadership table?!!

Until there is no longer a writer like Andi wasis who suffered his pain in his own Hospital because of lung cancer he suffered”