DESTINY IS NOT WRONG
Begging for Hope
Perhaps the story of Opa Wasis, the senior author who died of lung cancer, not a fraction of it he asked the state to interfere with the cost of medicine, he said, hopefully no longer hear there is a writer like Mother and Opa Andy Wasis, he said, finally this hand ventured to type a few sentences in the message that Haidar left in facebook inbox ‘si Emak hebring’ just a line of sentences.
“I want writers in this country, just like celebrities who walk on the red carpet.”
And he replied, “Yes when do we meet?! What if Thursday, I have plans to go to the Hospital for blood transfusion, can you?!” Ask the woman who was only from the social network I knew, not too close but quite familiar.
Haidar said what he planned to meet or his term ground coffee. And he pointed to a place that is easy to find and not difficult for those who already know Jakarta even if only the skin. He called the place where the artists gathered, ‘Taman Ismail Marjuki.’
“We met in the HB Jassin Literature Center building, there is also a manager who is familiar with me.” He added that it was a place planned to meet in person with a great writer, whose time was quite crowded.
“What time is Mba?” Haidar asked in the message. At first I called her like that to appreciate her and to impress her younger.
Honestly, indeed Haidar does not know what his true form is like. And the greeting ‘Mba’ is fairly neutral, does not distinguish the status of someone's age and according to him it's a call that ‘aman’ to be inserted in the greeting people who are a little familiar.
“After lunch, after I check up.”
“Ok Mba, thanks.”
“See you on Thursday huh?!” That closing word ended our conversation VIA facebook.
Means the day after tomorrow, the schedule of the meeting with Mother. Too bold to promise without considering the circumstances.
Do you have a fee?! To buy a cigarette you can't afford, what else is it to find a silver, two pieces to go to TIM?!
Haidar's complaint whispered in a heart voice.
"Well, as long as we do not stop to keep trying for sure God will open the way, besides there is still one day to seek sustenance, even if for just the cost is more than enough, anyway, the important thing is to do what can be done, as long as we have the ability in ourselves, then a little amount of rupiah coffers can be collected, there are still many roads to Rome." He again replied in a conscience and denied the nature of sustenance.
The remaining 24 hours to be able to find money at least 30 Thousand, it is enough for the cost and cigarettes.But I don't know what can Haidar do? And not just like that, we are given money without sweating a bit. In Jakarta, it is not easy to find ten thousand dollars in a day, with a note must be in a halal way.
In the pocket of the pants is still stored a sheet of thousands, and enough so the first capital to
open the long lost morning bright.
The sound was gone, there was no more the sound of the Birds of the Church or Kutilang unpretentious, the atmosphere was gone ten years ago, instead the noise of the exhaust motor and the sound of radio or VCD player. Thank goodness there were no sounds of toddlers crying, whining, making the eardrum rupture.
But for a long time we are accustomed to such circumstances, this atmosphere that can only be found in densely populated areas, which are only one meter wide, the road is only one meter,
enough for one motorbike, what else if there are carts coming in, eating the streets of the people,
things are getting messy. No longer the muffler that sounds, but the swearing
and caci maki.
Only with a cigarette opened up, Haidar left the old building legacy of the late Grandma who was given to Mamah, the paint is dull, the roof of the house is already fragile, if the rainy season we are busy looking for a container to hold rainwater because the roof must be replaced.
Usually Haidar daily looking for money just for a pack of rice, a few cigarettes from the results of helping the service in the RW secretariat office, even though only make a letter of introduction RT/RW for citizens who really need to take care of population administration, well though not necessarily, because the nature is voluntary and indeed the chairman of RW handed this task to him, if he is busy with his management outside.
But today was not like his usual day, not a single citizen asked
made a letter of introduction even though the service hours a few minutes longer are willing
closed, and it is like this, once crowded and citizens who ask for help are generous, the service money he gets is good enough to eat the next two days.
But once deserted like this, not a single citizen came. It
try to buy an hour to close the secretariat, hopefully there are residents who come and rush to ask for an introduction to extend the ID card or create a new Family Card.
An hour awaited was not in accordance with expectations, two hours awaited did not produce results, maybe luck has not been sided.But the most important thing for Haidar has tried, the business of the results he left to God, but the most important thing for Haidar has been trying, there may be other sustenance that he will get.
Man is only trying, our job is only to spread the seeds, but we never know the growth of seeds planted without God's intervention.
Many suspect that the profession or business we live as a cause of sustenance. With what he experienced this became a proof that there are also people who try desperately but never also produce results, there are also people who only give a little sweat, already earned a huge income.
Many also assume that those who have a high academic level affect the sustenance he gets.
Then what about the fate of the bailiff that Haidar had met at the terminal, he graduated in Social Political Science at one of the state universities, why did he choose the profession as a occupier of mineral drinks and cigarettes? Is there such a tight competition in the world of work?! So a person who has a full undergraduate diploma should be the same as those who only attend Elementary School?!
There is no beast on earth but Allah gives His provision, and He knows the dwelling place of the beast and its storage. It is all written in the real Book.
Making us sure, it is impossible for God to let his people starve, and it is clear that the sustenance of every creature has been stored and recorded neatly in the book in Lahul Mahfudz. Now make it more rigid and understanding.
Allah will grant him sustenance without expectation, and Allah is sufficient to ask for sustenance. Suffice Haidar's belief to be an entertainer when confronted in such circumstances.
“Yes Allah I know You are Rich, like the rich who always want to give. Your treasure is never finished. And I am sure that Your promise is sure, when You command us to ask You for sustenance only, then it is impossible for You to deny it all.” In the heart of menstruation.
True, many times we try to speculate that life rests on God, all missed the sustenance we need, although limited to what is needed at that time, God fulfills what is our need.
As of now, all Haidar wants is a fee to get to Taman Ismail Marjuki, there is no way he has to sell a mobile phone that has a history in life. The only communication tool he got as a gift from a publisher director in South Jakarta.
His name is Hadi Purwantoro, he is an unpretentious person, simple and kind. Suddenly the phone is fairly expensive and rarely people who have it at that time is already on the work table, making Haidar flabbergasted and asked, “handphone who is this?”
After he opened a plastic bag bearing the name of the mobile phone store, he gave the item that is quite luxurious, not without reason, he gave it, it turns out that because the controversial novel owned by a habib or doctor Haidar had written had been published, Haidar was involved in writing the novel religious-romantic genre.
However, the phone became a historic item and Haidar maintained because it was not easy for him to buy HP like that, maybe if there is a new sustenance he can replace, he said, and he will not sell, in it a lot of BB contact from important people, ranging from artists to readers of the novelnta earlier published, the, because in the work of one that I deliberately put his Blackberry pin number to monitor the road or not and how far the sale of the book.
Given there are several readers of the novel One Love, Two Continents who invent my BB pin they almost from the corners of the country to East Indonesia.
And almost all of them give their own appreciation. There are those who mendo’nya, hopefully can be screened, there is also a little protest because of the sad ending –, there are also those who just question the personality side of Haidar, similar to an impromptu journalist, Haidar responded to it, because without them, what he wrote was only displayed in the storefront bookstore without anyone buying.
But all that does not make him feel satisfied, compared to a lot of young writers who managed to give birth to great works.With Haidar far from it all and need to motivate themselves, after all they both have the same time and opportunity, 24 hours a day, why can't he? They also eat rice, right? Then why don't we have the same achievements as them?
Thank goodness Mr. Syafe’i the chairman of RW came, and there was no wind what suddenly gave a piece of money twenty thousand.
“Niih no sustenance for you!” While giving the money
“For what Sir?”Haidar asked, he had been too kind all this time and already he considered as his own parents.
So if there's no reason why he gave me the money, I won't accept it. Because he has been troubling her too much.
“Tadi abis cave to the village, join the seminar.bEeeh samplopin gocap, well cave for ajabto luh!” Understandably he is pure Betawi, and his leadership style is similar to Coboy, there is no limit between Haidar and him.
Indeed, this incident is not the first time, but often he gives money, if he thinks consider ‘kajan.’
Ahmad Syafe’i, his thick mustache and antagonistic facial features even though his heart is soft and often joking, if there are still programs on television Original or Fake, if there is a fake, it looks a lot like Benjamin Sueb.
He is a generous person, although I know being a servant of the community is more sacrifice, more expenditure than income.
On the one hand, he had to support his children and his wife, but if counted-day he could spend a minimum of fifty thousand just for the closest people who did help ease his work in the ministry. Although sometimes he himself is confused to find income for himself and his family.
Thankfully, there is also the sustenance to fulfill the appointment with the senior writer, tomorrow. But there is a little more obstacle, namely Haidar does not know the route to Taman Ismail Marjuki (TEAM ) if riding Trans Jakarta.
Given there are route rules that he must learn if he wants to get there, the only way ya have to browse on the internet, use the google map application.
Actually he doubted the application that must be downlad first. Given his HP does not fit between his internal memory compared to the capacity of the application he must download, the only way must be to subscribe to unlimited packages to be able to access internet services.
And it requires Haidar to buy pulses, subscribe to the package, automatically reduce the money that was just given by Mr. Rw, and not cover the cost of commuting tomorrow.
"God be wise, no matter what tomorrow I face, for I believe that great men are brought up from life's troubles and tears." Haidar Gumam.