President Cilok
01 01 Sepaductive Acts•
No effort betrays results. If the results have not been obtained, maybe the effort we do has not been maximized. So, the spirit continues to reach the dreams and dreams, never giving up, to keep going. Never give up.
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"If we want to be successful, don't like reason. If you like to reason, never hope to succeed.” one of the principles of Damar Mangkulangit.
Always positive thinking. And Do not forget to be happy
Happy reading!
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The sun stings the skin, feels so hot on the crown of the head. The city is now crowded with motor vehicles, making the streets increasingly hot and arid.
On the outskirts of the streets of the City, under the trees lined up along the street. Being a shelter for some traders, ojol, or who encourage the cart.
Hoping that the sustenance obtained can meet daily needs, because the needs of life year after year are increasing, poko materials are increasingly expensive, although most education is already quite helped by government costs.
But not infrequently also who eventually drop out of school, due to the system of financing lectures in various majors that sometimes burden ordinary people. Added to the economic downturn, which erodes the wheels of the life of the nation.
Just like one of the merchants with a small cart he pushed, with a pot of boiler in the middle of the cart, and melon gas that is intended for the underprivileged.
With a small flame, in order to always warm the dough that has been made round and filled with various toppings of spices and also special spices of choice. In order to be a unique blend, for culinary lovers made from starch kanji.
Damar Mangkulangit, is the name of a young man who was peddling his lilok merchandise. Aged 24 years, he has been selling for six years, with hair made up, and a face that is not ugly is also not too handsome. However, it can be said Damar is so beautiful, nan charismatic.
He is also the backbone of the family, after the Father he called Father has been gone forever, due to electric shock high voltage, making the late Mr. Gusli claimed his life instantly, eight years ago.
Low-educated, SMA alone does not pass, must make this high-postured young man turn his brain to get a job.
Ever worked in a workshop, also used to be a building porters to help the family economy, almost all jobs that require extra energy have been in the process.
Being a shoe solder he once did, it was not an easy matter when Damar met a chatty customer when polishing black shoes.
Damar still clearly remembered when he did the casting, not only unpaid, but also in contempt.
"yeah! how are you. If you can't shine shoes, then just be a bum there you are!” swear customers who speak Batak Toba dialect.
Damar could only stroke his chest, while echoing the istighfar in his heart.
He also became a street busker. He also scavenged used goods, got ridicule from his friends he often received.
But all the taunts and insults Damar received with his chest, hoping that someday Damar can prove that he is able to silence all those who once insulted him with success.
When in a dilemma, Damar dropped his choice, when he was eighteen years old. When he ate a dough made from starch kanji. Damar tried his luck from selling cilok, initially he had doubts, will fail in the business that has been pioneered six years.
But the shadow of the fragility of the family's economy, must make him slam the bones, so that all he ever occupied can gradually ease the burden of his mother who replaced the role of the Father.
He could not bear to see every day his mother became a washerman and iron belonging to the neighbors. With all his perseverance and effort, he wants to have results from whatever he does.
The cilok business he pioneered inevitably received full support from his mother who helped in making the cilok that was known by a number of customers.
Cilok made by Mom and herself, able to reap the benefits, to meet the needs of life and also the cost of school. Because Ciloknya already known by customers and partners, rent his cart to people who want to work together to share the profits. 60/40.
60% Damar can be obtained from the sale of pegs and also rent his cart, 40% of the wages for people who are willing to peddle his lilok. Although it is somewhat between the division of the result.
But Damar was always grateful. That in fact, little or much, sustenance must always be grateful. So that the life in his path there are no complaints.
From a long time ago, he did not have a vehicle, now from the results of his hard work, he can buy a motorbike even though it is still far from decent conditions.
Living with a Mother and also a younger brother who is still attending SMK in one of the schools where he lives. Make Damar must be willing to stop pursuing his dreams and ideals, as a Police.
Even though he only sells peepers on the roadside, Damar does not feel ashamed. Instead, he was embarrassed when he could not support his mother and sister named Danum. He was grateful Danum, his sister was not a child at the age of 16 years.
Damar hopes that with this piece of the story, he can always remember that all success is not separated from the process. Like a disgusting caterpillar cocoon, it turns into an amazing butterfly.
When thinking about his life, the buyer broke his daydream.
"Mas Damar?" call a mother in a light brown uniform.
Damar gasped, "Eh. Sorry Mom,”.
The mother shook her hand, "Oh, daydreaming of Mas Damar,”
Damar also chuckled a little, "Sorry Mom, hehe sometimes if it's quiet again I suddenly daydream,"
"Don't like daydreaming, who's daydreaming? Girlfriend?” ask the mother who wears an instant hijab in dark brown.
Damar just put on a smile, about a girlfriend. Damar already has a girlfriend who has been together for one year, even without the consent of the boyfriend's parents. But Damar is also his girlfriend to live it secretly.
"Ahh, not Mom, I did not even think of my boyfriend,” explained Damar shyly. "Mother Rusmini want to buy cilok how many packs?” ask Damar.
"Cie cie..., why not in thought, yes, it is still the responsibility of his parents.” ledek Ibu Rusmini, again make Damar shy.
"Ordinary rich. Ciloknya in packs of five, five thousand.” added Bu Rusmini.
Damar was busy inserting peppers as big as salak seeds, and also baby cilok as big as guava. Five plastics measuring half a kilo gram, is ready to fill with lilok, just give a spice topping, fine chili, chili sauce, and soy sauce.
There are also those who are given bean seasoning toppings, depending on the taste of the buyer. After all the pegs were ready, he wrapped them in rubber and combined all the pegs into one medium-sized clear plastic.
Then Damar gave a peek bought by Ms. Rusmini, "This is Mom,” said Damar thrusting a plastic bag.
Ms. Rusmini also responded to a plastic bag containing a cilok of her order, "This is Dam, take the change,” said Ms. Rusmini gave the money in green and purple.
"Alhamdulillah, really Bu,” said Damar smiling sumringah, Ms. Rusmini nodded her head.
"Thank You,” added Damar.
"Together President Cilok,” reply Bu Rusmini, calling Damar a President Cilok.
Damar chuckled amusedly at the words of a woman his mother's age who worked at the civil registry office.
"Yes, you are President, President Cilok. Everyone who is in business and has their own business can also be called President,” added Bu Rusmini, who is currently dressed in official service.
Although giggling amusedly, Damar said the sentence, "Amin.” he hopes can be a prayer.
Ms. Rusmini passed by, and headed for the civil registry office carrying a bag of veils she bought. Even though Ms. Rusmini buys Damar's wares every day, she likes Damar's nibbles, which are made together with the mother of Damar Mangkulangit.
Damar thought back to what Ms. Rusmini said,
"Yes also well, all people who have their own business can be called by the term President. Hahaha.., President Cilok. Unique too,” murmured Damar.
"Mas Damar, why smile gaje?” ask a hawker.
Damar turned his gaze to look at the hawker, "Ahhh... No pa-pa Lang,” Damar replied.
Teenage hawkers also look mangosteen, "Mas Dam, kok tumben not yet to campus?” tanya Galang, a fifteen-year-old teenager.
"In a moment, besides the campus people have not yet returned,” reply Damar.
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The context; this story as an encouragement. Because I don't want to start the story of my novels with the scene 21+. I just want to write about what could be a useful read. Hopefully it will be useful for those who read.
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