Jogja At A Time
45. Life Lessons Becoming an Adult
Since the early 90's after getting acquainted and helping the Mangun romo take care of the Code project, most of the time Gunawan long name mas Gun spent around the Code village.
His dark world has slowly been marginalized since he came to know the earth and sky through Momo Mangun.
The pride and respect of Gunawan and the citizens of Code village for the Mangun romo grew in 1992, when Kampung Code received an international award in the field of architecture, and, the Aga Khan Award highlights the advantages of gotong royong and the structure of the “A”-shaped building pole in each house that looks unique.
Slowly the dark times and the black world of Gunawan swept away his new hustle helping to build the village of Code times ... until then his inner alliance with Seti through his aunt Jum mbah made himself disturbed to accompany Seti to unravel the problems that Seti could not face alone ...
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From Kota Baru, Gunawan to Malioboro. Intentionally on foot, some angkringan traders who knew him called. Waving his hand told him to stop by.
"Wah the inhabitants of Kali Code are finally out... There must be something that made him leave his tapa brata," curiosity was seen from one of the angkringan traders who had called after Gunawan sat on his angkringan bench.
"Haha ... Mau... Look at Malioboro" Gunawan replied to his old friend's greeting.
"You want another deposit ?" The angkringan merchant alludes to Gunawan's past. Showing they've been familiar for a long time.
Gunawan was open to hearing questions about his past that he did not need to answer.
From the 80's to the early 90s" traders throughout Sayidan village, New Town, until Malioboro definitely knew him.
Stories of the past continue to flow from the two men in angkringan. The time when Jogja became a comfortable place for the gangs who are looking for money passed the tribute pull with muscle strength that is packaged in the form of security services.
At that time the combination of wild children abbreviated to dig into the dark side of the hallways of Jogja. Gunawan small, did not escape the temptation of how to make money with muscle capital ala digi it.
Through the excavation group who feel that they have a power area around the shops of each village Gunawan little acquainted with the streets.
Around Ngampangan and Wirobrajan, the little Gunawan first became acquainted with Samudi Blekok. Starting from playing guitar together while singing Rolling Stones songs to entertain bule guests.
Bule-bule along Sosrowijayan to Malioboro very familiar Samudi Blekok and Gunawan small. Black Sam and Little Gun's close call when hanging out together shows the popularity of both in the eyes of the bulls.
Until then the lifestyle of liquor and women makes both need money quickly and easily.
Starting from asking for money subtly to the owners of stalls and shops around Wirobrajan to keep their group safe from theft and then used to meet lifestyle needs. Smaller gunawan increasingly become when increasingly addicted to liquor.
The subtle way used to ask for money then turned into a rough way. If the request is not met, no doubt the stall tent or storefront must be crushed to be the target of the anger of the diggers.
If the little Gunawan fails to attract tribute, the figure of Samudi Blekok who has a sturdy body and black will move back and forth to the field or the target shop with a high-seated motorbike while showing off the trident, his pride weapon that was always tucked in the waist.
That's how to find the money that the little Gunawan used at that time ... Until then Mbah Jum whose brother from his father heard his behavior that often made trouble on the streets of Ngampangan to Wirobrajan.
Enraged to hear his nephew. Mbah Jum with her late husband one night came to the barrel of a little Gunawan who was drunk with his group in Wirobrajan.
Not expecting the aunt who was very much in his hands suddenly appeared in front of him, little Gunawan could not run away. Just silence feel guilty and resigned to accept the anger of Mbah Jum who then broke down the entire bottle and glass on the sidewalk Wirobrajan while beating anyone who was there.
"I was then sentenced to be a coolie at Code time after my aunt was raging dab..," Gunawan chuckled while biting off his favorite heart's machete syndicate.
"Hahaha .. so that's what made you migrate to Code times ?" The angkringan seller had heard Gunawan's story.
"More or less so ...My aunt sangar dab ... But very good ... He's been feeding my family ever since I went to Buru Island ..," Gunawan nodded as he continued his story.
The last of seven children, little Gunawan did not understand anything when his father suddenly brought some people who visited his house in the middle of the night. Since then, he has never met his father again.
From Mbah Jum who nurtured him and supported his family since the father went out of nowhere, little Gunawan finally knew the story of the misfortune of the father who participated in Lekra, Lekra, a left-handed art institution when becoming a Mataram Kethoprak player without ever understanding what politics is ... Therefore, little Gunawan did not dare to refute what the words and orders of Mbah Jum.
A few days later, after easing his anger, Mbah Jum had little Gunawan join the project at Kali Code rather than hanging indistinctly.
From there the little Gunawan then met with the father Mangun, .. which then made him fall in love with the village after the touch of the cool hand of the projo architect clergy changed the outskirts of Code more humane and healthy.
Since then, little Gunawan decided to live in Code village. Leaving the streets at least justified the choice of little Gunawan after shortly afterwards Jogja was exposed to Operation Crime Eradication targeting the diggers.
Hearing the news of Samudi Blekok who died in the street affected by the eradication operation made Gunawan more loving and very grateful to Mbah Jum and her husband and of course the father of Mangun.
Can not be imagined if he did not obey the words of Mbah Jum ... It could be his name is only known as the denizens of darkness.
"I'm meh nang Malioboro dab .. find my friend's missing motorcycle info." Feeling quite the story, Gunawan pampit to Malioboro.
"What motor is it ?"
"Rx-special ... " Accounted Gunawan, "Try plugging ears dab." Continue while standing and putting a sheet of five thousand on the table of the cart.
"Susuk-ke iki Gun ...,"
"Wis nggo tuku lapen wae ..." Gunawan refused to change. Rushing to leave Angkringan to Malioboro.
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Doni's heart pounded violently after staring at the man who patted her on the shoulder while chatting with Yuni on the Malioboro lap.
"Yes Gun apparently ... how are you ?" Ask Doni later.
"Well," Gunawan then sat down with Doni after noticing around the field.
Doni introduced Yuni who was beside him. Before long Doni and Gunawan spoke slowly. The news of the incident that happened to Seti, Seto, Asri, and Dibyo in Gunung Kidul seems to have reached Jogja.
"So Joe and Bening to Gunung Kidul escort the Seti and Asri families ?"
"Yes, yesterday they arrived in Jogja,"
"Who are you ?"
"Bapak Seti and Asri. From the station they were picked up by Rudi, Mr. Yuni, by car, directly to Gunung Kidul."
"Seti is in my place." whispered Gunawan.
A little happy at once there is concern in the heart of Doni heard Gunawan whisper about the state of Seti. "He's okay, isn't he ?"
Gunawan. "Have anyone asked you about that incident ?"
"So morning there were two people to the mas stall, asking who were close friends of Seti in Jogja,"
"You call me ?"
"No mas ... I didn't even think Seti was at Gun's mas." Doni answered a little uneasily. Trying to guess what Gunawan will do.
"Yes .. don't tell Seti to just anyone. I'm going to my friend at LBH to ask for assistance,"
"Help us mas. The incident was very troublesome everything," said Doni a little stammered.
Soon Gunawan talked with Doni and Yuni, then left while telling the Gunung Kidul Police and to Wonosari Hospital if there is LBH or a lawyer who accompanies Seti ...
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