LIFE (Han, Ian, Dina, Ute & Pras)
Ep. 6 - INTRODUCTION (Perspective of an PRAS)
Hhhuuurrraaa. already Nindya Praja. cheered my heart to see the red tile back (the buildings in the ksatrian, like the balairung - the great meeting-room, the menza - the place to eat together-, the, class complexes - there are 3 floors and there are also 4 floors - the library, guesthouses and other buildings, indeed all red roofed).
Holiday rate increase from Madya to Nindya yesterday he spent in the village with his parents and his seven younger siblings (only minus his only brother, he spent it in the village, who was married a few weeks before and immediately brought her husband live on the island of Bali).
Rame the atmosphere of our wooden house during the holiday. After 2 years of never coming home (to be able to send some windfall to his parents), not much has changed in this woodworking village. The people still wrestle carving efforts, as revealed from Prabangkara according to legend.
Do you know the story of Prabangkara? Try not to bother google, I tell at a glance here yes:
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...In ancient times (ga needs to be read with the melody of children's films from Malaysia yes!), there was an artist (wood carver and naturalist painter) from the Majapahit Kingdom, East Java....
...The artist was originally named Joko Sungging with the famous name Prabangkara (apparently in ancient times even the artist rarely uses his real name when working yes.)....
...The paintings and carvings of Prabangkara are very famous throughout the country....
...It was the reign of King Brawijaya. Once King Brawijaya wanted to have a painting of his wife naked, without any clothes at all, as one form of expression of the love of the king to the queen....
...OEh therefore, Prabangkara is called to realize the wishes of the King....
...This is certainly a difficult thing for Prabangkara, because although he had seen the face of the king's wife on several occasions, but he had never seen her naked....
...With great effort (perhaps peeking at the women bathing at times, because the author also does not know exactly whether the Prabangkara was married/not yet at that time) and the imagination of the artist, finally Prabangkara successfully completed the painting....
...When the Prabangkara was resting, suddenly there was a p*p lizard (removing tinj*) on the ceiling of the terrace where he put his painting and accidentally about the painting. This is completely beyond the knowledge of the Prabangkara who began to sleep on his porch....
...Before long, the lizard droppings dry out and become a shape like a mole....
...When it was time to submit the painting, the King was certainly very happy with the work of the Prabangkara....
...A perfect naturalist painting, just like the original....
...But when the king looked at the painting more closely, he saw the image of a mole in the body painting of the empress and the king became angry....
...He accused Prabangkara of having seen his queen naked. Because the location of the mole is exactly like reality....
...King Brawijaya who burned jealous fire, then punished Prabangkara by tying him in a kite, then flew him up high....
...The kite flew up to the back of the mountain and landed in Jepara, precisely in the village of Mulyoharjo, Jepara sub-district....
...Because Prabangkara was accepted and helped by local residents, he also taught carving to Jepara residents at that time, as a form of repayment....
...And the carving skills of Jepara people survive and are sustainable until now....
...(.(.Expire)...
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My parents were not much different from our neighbors. Have carving skills, but do not have the ability to read market trends (what forms/types of carvings are in demand at a certain time), but do not have the ability to read market trends, also very minus social networks to market the results of the finished carvings locally, nationally, let alone internationally.
I who from childhood always excel in academics and sports, experiencing family economic limitations and can not continue my school after graduating from High School.
Then I was determined to find luck in the big city, no responsibility I was determined to travel to Jakarta.
Although many times my parents advised: "Looky wae to kancang ning kene lakone opo anane nduk" (which means about: taken casually and just enjoy life as it is) so that Pras does not do it because of worry.
But I who feel myself still young, spur determination to fight for the improvement of living standards, especially I still have 4 younger siblings who see me as their role model.
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I arrived in Jakarta after boarding the train at the earliest, half the cats with the ticket inspectors, because I could not afford the train tickets in its entirety.
That afternoon, I sat down at the senen market station, confused about what to do and where to go.
The planning I made, only limited to how to get to Jakarta. I never thought about it going forward, especially with potluck money.
There was a bus driver who probably felt sorry for seeing me and rebuked: "Hey why are you hanging out there, son? I'm noticing like there's no hope in your life?"
"Sorry sir, I just arrived in Jakarta and want to find luck here, but confused about where to start and do what.." I quickly intervened worriedly for the sake of hearing the loud words as if snapping that came out of his mouth.
"Oh, so are you?" while looking at me more closely, "Would you eat?" ask again and I answer with a headband.
"Why? There's no money for you to buy food, is there?" ask again more bluntly, making your face heat up while holding back embarrassment.
"Sir, but only a little, I'm afraid that it won't be enough to pay" I replied in a clear manner, and perhaps because I was satisfied with my honesty, the man shook his hand, seemed to invite me to follow him into the nearest warteg.
"Well, what side dish do you have?" ask the shop owner from behind the glass window. I also pointed at the balado fish plate that looked very tempting.
Not long after, our rice plate was handed over by the owner of the stall, I saw my plate full of rice, vegetables and sambal, not least the piece of fish cob balladnya as the main dish.
When I lyric si-bapak earlier, the plate only consists of vegetables only assorted, without rice or side dishes.
"Dad, I've been on a diet for a long time, son, can't eat anything but vegetables and fruit. The doctor told me. I've almost died because of jahana*'s cholesterol. My wife and children will kill me if I don't want to start living healthy. The potter and his suction man I was.. Don't forget to eat, eat!" he said while feeding his food. And no need to be 2x commando, I crave my food that tastes amazing delicious (maybe the effects of hunger are very very).
"You want to help me?" he said after a while.
"What's the gene, sir?" many confused.
"Huh, kali kali origin you huh? That's the usual ask-mintain fare to passengers. I'm the driver and you're the bitch. Tonight we try your skills. Just honest and can count his capital so loud. But it's hard to find that. It just so happened a few days ago that I fired my ass. Ask for the deposit bag. I see him as the same copet. Would you like to try?"
"Good sir.."
That was the beginning of my profession as a general vehicle kenek Senen-Grogol.
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In the fourth month of Pras Ngenek, there was an incident in his angkot.
He helped a mother who was almost a victim of pickpocketing.
The grateful mother gave the school brochure and prayed Pras can be accepted at the school of the cinema with sincerity.
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Destiny restores and now, this is where Pras, back in the knights, in the rank of Nindya Praja.
The gates of the knights appear crowded with the presence of prospective government who delivered their respective bus.
Suddenly a senior, ka'Han, Wasana Praja who was very popular due to her towering posture, musical talent and cold demeanor, seemed to whistle calling. "Hey Nindya, here for a second!"
"Ready ka.." I answered while giving ppm as I rushed to him.
"Please between these fathers re-register the candidates who are with him in the PKD post there.." then ka'Han again allow the view to the father he called earlier and said: "Please sir, please, just follow this Praja, and you should be lined up so that these sisters do not look as chaotic as this sir, you know this is semi-military education. Can I just line it up?" he said further, calm even without a smile.
"Oh thank you and please de.." replied the father to ka'Han, walking beside me towards the PKD post.
Putting down the handbag beside her feet, I saw ka'Han say later:
"Consider all.. Please leave your luggage on the sidewalk and line up 3 sab.. READY GRAK! Hey you're a squinty, so commander of your army, standing to the right of the troops..."
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"From the origin of the registration where are these younger brothers of the prospective government/capra sir?" ask me to make small talk while I keep walking.
"Who was with me from East Kalimantan and Jakarta son" he replied kindly.
Then suddenly I saw a junior figure, Dina, a Madya Praja, who had crossed paths with me several times and really tickled the protective instincts in me every time I saw him. Ever since the first meeting, his figure had already been firmly attached in this mind and heart, for some reason..
Dina seemed to be walking fast with her face down and reflexively doing ppm when she saw me and the father next to me "Good morning, sir.
I replied to her ppm with a smile and said "Good morning by noon de'Dina.." I would love to use this rare opportunity to talk to her for longer, but suddenly I realized there was a need to take the father next to me to the PKD post.
So with a sense of reluctance that I did not cover well, I again stepped next to the father earlier.
When I turned my gaze towards Dina, it appeared that she was stepping her feet out of the knight gate. A very mysterious and very interesting girl.
What kind of suffering has made the character so secretive?
This is the umpteenth time I saw him alone, before I saw him in the library several times, was seriously reading books alone. At that time his status was still Madya Praja, and very high risk nyamperin Muda Praja, even if only to be considerate. At that time a Pras did not have the courage to approach. But not anymore..
Pras again made up his mind for something, which, although he was not yet aware of, would change his future because this time his determination involved not only the mind but also the heart.
His life will be even more interesting in this manglayang valley..
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《This photo inspired the author describes the character of a Pras》