ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
Tucked Happily In Wounds

2 Years passed.I am still in one quest.

Mr. Rismawan who has been helping me in a career has now been cornered in a hole, almost three months ago, he was unable to fight the disease suffered. Management of the company was temporarily taken over by Rudhlof, a staff of experts from Germany.

With this situation, it affects the company slightly. Either managerially or psychologically individual, because Mr. Rismawan is not only a leader, he can also be called the father of the company, because it is so nurturing and close to the employees. Almost a few months the atmosphere of the office is still shrouded in grief.

My situation was in a big dilemma, there were some company policies that began not to side with local writers, royalties were issued for a long time. There are even some of my writings that do not get paid at all for my labor writing, all I understand. Symptoms of unhealthy climate management company almost a semester I feel.

The steps that I have to take, open a new business direction that is in accordance with the field and investor offers. Well, publishing office and literary forum and media center, besides I still exist in the world of literature\ and staging. Next month I may be retiring from the company. My goal, first setting up a media and publishing system. Second, the preparation of the mother to perform Hajj. And the third plan, looking for my long-lost girl Andita Sirait, still holds the promise I always remember. Now I can prove to your father that I am a man.

"There's no day for me, all I leave to you God."

Planning first, the first step I think is living speculation, when faced with a dilemma, between two choices. Staying in an unchallenged company I find peace and development of ideas. But it was so hard leaving the company that raised me. Inevitably, I had to settle all the internal affairs of the company, and begin to organize my new venture. Create a plan project and proposal submission to some investors who used to ask me to open a business and suggest to develop it. It is time to welcome their offer.

Four investors I tried to approach, starting from Haji Murdani he is a businessman of pure copper and scrap metal. I schedule a sequence of different days for the presentation of exposure to the vision and mission of the company, planning work to the preparation of some manuscripts that want to be published every month, the capital needed, and the, profit or profit generated, the division of the remaining results of the business, to the worst of every product produced.

“How much is the percentage loss of each unsold manuscript?” Ask one of the staff.

“5 to 10 percent Mas," I replied.

“Hmm!" His finger is back playing the pen.

“How selection are you looking for a manuscript and how carefully do you understand, that the market wants books that they deserve to read?!” As if the other staff did not want to lose carefully in front of its investors.

“That this company is not easy to accept manuscripts that do not have the potential and bargaining value that the market wants, a network of professional writers we already have. To analyze the wants of the market is easy, try to be more sensitive about the events faced by the community that spread lately. Kisruh members of the legislature, clinical matters, business opportunities for example that can be used as a theme in every book we want to publish.”

“Good. Give us a few days to answer" Haji Murdani closed the meeting this time.

The next day, I tried to re-present with Sofyan Haris, a government staff officer.

“You're Late Rail. I just signed the cooperation and development of the expedition and cargo business. If you were here two days ago, I might not have signed a contract with them. Next time surely we can establish cooperation? Again sorry.”

This was my first failure, but not the end of my efforts and relaxed my spirit to keep trying. There are still two investors that I have to find and schedule a presentation of the proposal that I will submit to them.

“Rel, I fell bankrupt” With a face full of residual fatigue and workload that he shouldered.

“Huft..Insya Allah. I'm trying to open up a business path. Just pray that what I do can be useful to many people" I tried to cheer him up.

My last chance, with hope and prayer I leave for a moment the capital to visit the home of an Army Retiree in the Bogor area. I know he is retired and spends more time tea gardening and riding. One of his aides welcomed my arrival, “ada can I help?” Ask with a typical West Java accent.

“Pak Andi Setyantonya there?”

“Just this morning you left the villa. I heard that he lived in Australia with his children and grandchildren there. Spent his old days there.”

“Yes Allah, it feels hard to be able to fulfill my duties as a servant and a man who will be the responsibility of my son and wife later. I just plan and try. Laa haula walaquata illa billah."I took a deep breath.

Along the way, I can only be pensive and occasionally recall the people I can invite to cooperation and business development. Until I slept too much.

“Teeeer...rrrr...rrr....teeerr...”.

My phone shook and made me wake up from sleep. A little drowsiness left, I tried to see on the LCD display it said Abdullah Mumtadz incoming call. Jama’ did not dare to disturb my sleep, he understood what I was going through, his eyes focused on driving my vehicle the only gift Mr. Rismawan gave. Abdullah Mumtadz, an author of articles that are known and spread in cyberspace, he asked the manuscript that there was no answer from my company before. Somehow, my tongue lightly said, “better the manuscript you have is published alone and let me help the distribution process and so forth”.

To my surprise, he agreed with the advice I gave him and instead of branching our conversation led to business opportunities and sales calculations, until finally he became an investor to create a publishing office.

Initially the script we published monthly was only two titles, until in the first and second semesters developed rapidly. And we also began to feel the question of collecting incoming manuscripts, until the print process. Our books and works, nearly thirty percent of the sales rating is quite significant and the achievement of an outstanding target. Jama’ now helps us to re-edit the manuscripts before entering the print and book cover creation booking. Here, in the company that I develop all forms of creative ideas and my works can be useful and enjoyed by many people.

Until the end, there is no time for rest and empty days. For the weekend, there is still a schedule of interviews of media colleagues, ranging from small talk to book surgery. But this was not an end goal and made me satisfied with what I was doing. There are still many life relay that I have to live and achieve.

“Life is a quest, a struggle and a victory that is delayed, left behind or even at all we are not able to reach up to an upright, planted flag above the top of the climb.

But there is no shame, because the struggle does not need to be successful, the war does not need to achieve a badge of independence, just maintaining self-esteem and dignity that is ashamed of being stepped on and ashamed of just being an audience in the future of civilization and just sitting sweetly being a commentator.

For THE LORD DOES NOT SLEEP, FRIEND...”.

(Basket without mosquito net, room 3 x 4 m)