LIFE (Han, Ian, Dina, Ute & Pras)
Ep. 3 - INTRODUCTION (IAN Perspective)
"Everyone is guilty of every good thing he can do but doesn't do" the simple words ring in my ears..
A sentence of the sermon of a religious leader I had heard before, was permanently imprinted not only on my mind, but also on this tablet of the heart.
That's why I feel like I can't stay still in the magnificent palace in my family's house, not also happy with all the luxurious facilities I have and always feared would be taken if it could not be a complement in the family.
It is a demand as the youngest of 5 children, not as heavy as the burden carried by my oldest Koko, who must be versatile and be an example for her sisters, but something in my heart often rebelled.. especially when seeing so much money spent my family to decorate the house uniquely in each event.not to mention food and others that seem too excessive, but also, though not far from our home complex, a lot of families and children who need and will feel helped by being given a little part of this excess luxury.
Indeed, my family, not only famous rich, but also classified as generous with frequent giving a number of regular donations and assistance at any time through several foundations and social institutions, and, but everything just feels pseudo and impressed routine for mere imaging.
Time to give donations bring media and there should be coverage? Not to mention the nominal publish (ria banged ga seh?) and of course a number of hassles that occur in order to prepare for the donation event (EO, rent a building, make invitations, catering, pay journalists etc.), etc, at first glance, it certainly takes more funds than the amount donated..
As a child, I often ran away from family events, not only because I was bored of being pinched on these cheeks and adored as a family darling (especially by people who lick my parents), but it's because I'm not willing to see so much food wasted more than my parents could afford to spend. As a child I often carry a cloth bag containing snacks that I hide from events and I take it to the housing behind our home complex.
Recollecting the memories of that afternoon, I was still quite small but could already remember how bored I was getting out of our crowded house by the guests with the glitter of their respective clothes.
I snuck from the housekeeper who was busy arranging the parking lot of luxury cars and looked until out onto the front street of our house.
Actually I only plan to go to the complex park to play a swing for a moment while unbuttoning the vest and bow tie that my waiter wears a few hours before the event starts.
But suddenly my attention was drawn to a child my age who seemed to be invited by his father (our garbage collector) to work.
I saw how worn the clothes and footwear of the boy and his father were. But they still seemed to smile cheerfully and occasionally the father stroked his son's head while laughing, as if what was delivered by his son was very comforting to his heart.
I am reminded of the hardcry and mockery of Papa and Mama who often ejected for Koko, Cici and himself. They are required to always look perfect, classy and beautiful to look at, which means not to act carelessly, should not run around, let alone jump around to sweat and dirty clothes, do not use impolite language, and not use impolite, do not dispute the words of parents, no. no. no. and many other not-not.
To get a glimpse of a smile from Papa or Mama, they must have certain proud achievements, such as when Ian managed to become the best graduate in his Kindergarten, or when winning a coloring championship.
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The treatment of the garbage man to his son disturbed my curiosity. What has been done or produced by the children that makes his father look proud and happy. Little Ian followed them from a distance.
They walk around the luxury complex while lifting garbage plastics that have been sorted in front of the bins of luxury houses that are not too much (afternoon garbage is not as much garbage mornin).
After all the garbage was caught, suddenly the father lifted his son to his shoulder which looked chuckled and looked very happy. While pushing his trash cart, the father walked towards the garbage dump behind the compound and patiently listened to the babbling of the children.
What a rare sight for me who was a child at that time.
"Hey, you sad face, want to play with me?" I remember a small voice that greeted me shortly afterwards.
Next thing I remember, I was then a regular guest of the children in that shantytown. Aki always felt happy playing with them, especially when I came to bring my cloth bag. I'm happy when I feel needed and my heart beats when I can share.
I don't really care about the nagging of the nanny or even the mockery of my parents when I find out about my new habit. Even I only had a moment of sadness when one afternoon I saw that the slum was flat on the ground and no more little friends greeted me cheerfully, waiting for the distribution of the cake from the cloth bag.
To be sure, I do not let this heart grieve for too long, because on the way back to school, I often see that there are many other slum housing.
I always bring gifts, such as my school equipment is always excessive available, food/drinks that I take from the warehouse of our house, and, clothes that were not used even sprai cloth and pillowcases that he could find.
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"Hey you sad face.don't be dumb, it's a senior who told us the line.." The cheerful greeting disperse his daydream.
'What was the greeting earlier? Si-face Sad?' I remember a little bit about the past.
Not far from the crowd of his classmates, a senior lowered his handbag beside his feet and said sternly: "Consider all the sisters, please, please leave your luggage on the sidewalk and line up 3 sab, READY GRAK!"
Looking at me he again said "Hey you're the narrow one, so commander of your army, stand to the right of the troops".
'Sial neh senior, his body was big, just as if he was a squinty, don't know what he was if there was such an anti-body-shaming law?' batinku.. But I did not stop doing also 22 which he ordered.
"REST IN THE GRAK PLACE.. Attention yes, welcome to the knight, during your stay here there will be some rules that you must obey, for more details will be explained later, but at a glance I inform, I will tell you, no one moves let alone walk around here, you have to line up neatly. The commander of the troops must pay respect/ppm to every senior, lecturer, trainer or nanny you meet.." the senior command fierce, his words had stopped for a moment, but continued: "For now, for now, you'll have to wait in line like this until there's further notice."
"Sorry ka' Han, can we go to the toilet?" a shrill and cheerful voice restrained the senior's footsteps when he was about to turn.
"Please go to PKD, take turns and stay in line!" he replied as he glared at the source of the voice, which was none other than the reddish-haired girl, who immediately came out of the line and ran agilely towards PKD.
"Stop, you can walk in an orderly way, right?" fierce reprimand.
"Sorry ka, it's been kebelet.." the reddish-haired girl replied without turning her head and continued to run agilely. A cheerful and courageous girl.
"Ok the others stay in line!" si-senior's orders, glancing back at me, seemed to command that I might control my army. He looked arrogant when he stepped in the direction of running the brave girl earlier.
In the distance, I saw the leader of our group with another senior, who looked more human (because his body was not as big as ka'Han and looked friendly, not at all like ka'Han who always put "face with the pound"), walking towards the so-called PKD post.
Then there was a senior princess passing by by bending her face in front of our line.
His face was actually quite pleasant to look at, but his indifference would be around to make it clear.
He has no regard for our existence. His sharp gaze when looking at us at a glance also seemed to see a bush on the side of the road, which was not too beautiful to grab his attention and not too necessary to care, too, because it does nothing to benefit him.
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Just a moment we arrived here, even through the front gate was not yet, there were already 3 senior characters I met.
Wasana Praja who felt herself in power, the kindly authoritative Nindya Praja and the indifferent and visibly distressed Madya Praja.
This was my first experience of living in a school. Various human characters I will learn in this place.. It is said that this school is often analogized as a mini Indonesia, all ethnic groups, all religions and all human characters of Indonesia are here.
The slogan that I read when I was looking for this school was very cool "ABDI PRAJA DARMA SATIA NAGARA BHAKTI".
'If I start my education, I promise myself to be like that human senior, to cultivate more brains than muscles, to spread kindness instead of fear, uploading respect from juniors rather than forcing it. Care for the interests of others and not focus on yourself alone.. May I become wiser and more useful to many, may there be no further problems from my parents and other family, may...' batinku.
His life in the knights is about to begin, let's fight for life itself..
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《This photo inspired the author describes the character of an Ian》