Smart Boy Child Maker Khamar
Rangga Album

Javin's Dad's office is always awesome for Dad. Having a room like this has indeed been a dream of Dad since college. The area is enough for a wooden workbench, some file storage cabinets neatly arranged in the back and one of them is a refrigerator. Then there is a set of comfortable sofas to welcome guests in a more relaxed way. And that's where they are now, Javin's father and father discussed the development of ISO 9001 registration preparation for Javin's father's company.

“Yaa.. I was very helped since Mr. Kismanto became the factory manager here,” respond Javin's father. After Dad explained how all the preparation of ISO 9001 registration documents can be smooth because the factory manager is very easy to work with. “Kismanto was a technician at the jamu” factory, Javin's father continued while taking two bottles of tea from the refrigerator.

“So when we buy a boiler for sterilization of the latest output, I can tell if in Indonesia, the factory that has used the same boiler is only a herbal medicine factory where Kismanto works. I tried to contact the factory, the intention was to find a friend, in case the boiler had a problem so know where to ask. It turned out that Kismanto who was in charge of the boiler had just resigned. The factory turned back again using the old boiler, fortunately not yet sold” story Dad Javin while walking to the sofa where Dad.

While offering one of the cool tea bottles, Javin's father continues the story. “Kismanto's ability to run a boiler is indeed no doubt. His adherence to the procedure was also remarkable, although he did not fully understand why the procedure should be so. That's why I'm glad you can explain to Kismanto.”

“Ah.. I just translate the procedure into Indonesian kok Pak” replied Dad humbled.

“No sir, more than that. He gave many valuable lessons to Kismanto, especially the explanation of the procedure. Alhamdulillaah, thank you very much sir. When he knew why the procedure had to be so, it was easier for him to comply. You see Kismanto was even a scholar but his insight is still. uh. unik” said Javin's father. Dad became more interested in waiting for an explanation of his unique intentions.

“So the reason why he quit the herbal medicine factory is because, according to him, competition between employees there is not healthy. Already playfully”, said Javin's father with a smile. Probably embarrassed by the words he just said.

“Ha, how about sir?”sahut Daddy doesn't believe.

“Iya. so Kismanto story, who had a factory suddenly inducted one of his nephews as a warehouse keeper because previously many chemicals were lost or reported to have been used up. According to him, the position of the warehouse guard has become the target of many of his fellow technicians. But who became a warehouse guard was precisely the nephew of the factory owner who had just graduated from accounting High School.

“Naah, the warehouse keeper is either due to his own orders or initiatives, making his work space inside the warehouse. Maybe he thought, so he could simultaneously keep the contents of the warehouse from the thief. I don't know, but certainly the room is made luxury, use carpet and AC everything. This even makes Kismanto's friends more jealous. Not even a year old, the new warehouse keeper started coughing up blood. Then a year less, he died”. Dad gasped and paid more attention to the story of Javin's father.

“The factory owner then appointed Kismanto as the warehouse keeper. Kismanto until he started working here still believes that the previous warehouse guard died because of use. So he chose to come out rather than die silly” closed Javin's father while laughing out loud. It seemed like he had been trying to hold back his laughter. Father is actually still confused how appropriate to behave, on the one hand Kismanto's belief about the use is laughable. But on the other hand, what was being talked about was indeed death, it would be impolite to laugh.

After his laughter subsided, Javin's father continued his story with regret. “I actually feel guilty too for enjoying the wrong understanding of Kismanto. I let him believe that his coworker used to die from being used.”

“I've tried to invite Kismanto to review again what happened. Warehouses and workplaces are not healthy to put together. Moreover, according to Kismanto, the workspace inside the warehouse was installed by AC. And to keep the room cool, all the windows and ventilation holes were closed. Obviously all the chemicals, the solvents in the warehouse, the vapors are just muters in the room. And it was inhaled by the warehouse guard for days. Bright as vomiting blood”.

“Unfortunately I only spoke so once with Kismanto. He may not be sure of my words either. Still believe it's because it's for –guna. Finally what happened with the bent boiler barrel he believed because of magic and jin.”

“Alhamdulillaah, there are Mr who provide training about ISO 9001 this time. Provide a logical and scientific explanation for each procedure for the use of equipment, the following safety procedures work. What you did was not only save the safety and health of my employees, but also their monotheism and faith. So again, thank you very much sir.”

I just smiled in response to Javin's father. Dad was relieved, it turns out that it had nothing to do with the death of a coworker Pak Kismanto with Javin's father. There is no sabotage or other bad things as told in drama movies. Your smile is actually more about laughing at yourself. Dad built a conjecture in his heart because he watched too many movies. The strange smile of this father is also realized by Javin's father.

“It seems, what makes you curious is not just the reason why Kismanto believes in genie and witchcraft guess Javin's father. Dad's shocked! Then try to find out what the right answer is.

“Oh, yes. anu... uh. about yesterday sir. About the incident at school with Mr. Gilang. Kok can anger Pak Gilang immediately subsided once met Father and Father Aira” replied Father. Javin's father immediately laughed out loud. Dad was relieved, not found out to have suspected Javin's father in his heart. “Before pak” said Javin's father while getting up from the sofa and walking towards one of his closet. He was still laughing along the way. After getting the book he was looking for, he walked back to the sofa while starting to tell stories.

“Pak Gilang, Pak Bintang and I were in the same campus, just different majors. Maybe because of the different majors so we can be familiar. When we got together, we took a break from all the college business. And actually still often get together until we already have children. But later, due to each other's busyness, long time we did not gather together again. As I recall we last collected Handoko's first birthday.”

“After that it looks like Gilang is busy because many open branches of his coffee shop. They often leave town. It seems Kiky, his wife, is also rarely present at school events. Maybe often join Gilang traveling, I don't know. We rarely get together again these past few years. That's why I just found out that Handoko is one school with our children. You see their house ‘kan far from school, so I think Handoko schooled near their house only.”

I still look at the story in curiosity. The answer he was waiting for was still not found. “Then, why is Mr Gilang not angry anymore about.. uh. incidents that happened to his son after meeting with Mr and Mr Bintang?” Ask Dad to be brave.

“Nah .. yes, ha ha ha, that's what I want to show you. We used to have funny things. The same Star is written into a short story, constantly sent to the newspaper. Uh, it was loaded. Maybe the editor understands that the story is not made up, ha ha ha”sahut Javin's father. Then he handed the ledger to Dad, which turned out to be a photo album.

I watched the album, page by page. Almost all the photos of Javin's father's youth with his two best friends, Pak Bintang his father Aira and Pak Gilang his father Handoko. “The pen is on the back page”said Javin's father. I immediately opened the page in question. He found pieces of newspapers filling full pages of albums. The story is titled Dragon Killer Sambal.