The Journey
Part 1's
"Write, the choice is yours. The question is: where do you start? "
Sitting in the city latitude, the busiest intersection in one of the major cities in Indonesia. Not that the feeling of being crowded as well as the passing of human feet at that time. Raga was pensive in place, but longed to take the tiny soul elsewhere. A place that has been abandoned for years is not without purpose. Others look forward to the holiday to be together, but not with the girl. He only needed a week to be in that place. To hug and see the hue of the faces of the beloved, to just look at the boisterous trees, or watch the orange turn dark at the end of the vast sea. Yep. His longing for Little Island, where his family joked, hoe - a small hoe shrewdly defending the farmer's land, singing the old man from the top of the arak tree. That's how longing is, it's that simple but stifling.
The girl was still daydreaming beside her boarding friends who were telling her about many topics. Gossip is a science that must be shared among the gang. Starting from non-international artists to local artists so breaking news. From the "good looking" to the portion of hit the wall is also included in the discussion classification. However, word for word seemed to pass away from the girl. His age is more above than the group, becoming one of the lazy factors to fall into the exciting discussion. Often, imagining the inhabitants of his small island becomes a good reason to avoid. I don't know what his beloved elderly man and woman are doing in that one-hour time zone sooner. As it is today, smile at your own smile when the sweet shadow of the hhatinya dweller comes across. "Ah. They want to be in their arms right now". He complained in between daydreams while sipping a cup of coffee ordered from a traveling salesman at the place.
The girl is Line Emero Pio, 28 years old but unmarried and not single. Hehe. Not because he did not want to get married but because of the limitations that made him consider it longer. Line is a girl who wanders far into the big city to continue her studies on the college bench. He came from a small island called Lua Island. An island with the contents of one sub-district consisting of 8 villages. The island is in the middle of the sea. Yes yes, the time of the island on the mainland. With a population of more than one million, the main income comes from the agricultural and marine sectors. There is nothing big for all that, standard income is enough to meet the basic needs of the islanders.
The tall building with the inscription of one of the leading banks in the country, in his view from across the crossroads. A magnificent look, different from the look on the island. Your life in the big city is inversely proportional to life on the Island. In this big city, Line freely enjoys the city lights and electricity for 24/7. Using public facilities such as buses and "online drivers". Exploring every corner of the city that has been presented with a beautiful display of magical hands. Small things such as ordering drinking water or cooking rice only with the help of electricity. Yes, his decision to be away from his homeland is indeed worthy of gratitude. The difference from various facets made for him an incredible understanding. But still, home is home. The thing that is being missed is always about the warmth of the house.
Rightly said, different. On the island, electricity will only be used from 06:00 until 10:00 p.m. It is just as bright as every home and to watch TV, although not all homes have a TV. The activity of watching together until the electricity goes out, then it sounds "aaaahhhhh the story of the soap opera is not yet connected" with the disappointed tone of soap lover mothers are very common to be found there. In this era of all "gadgets", some residents who have communication tools aka mobile phones, crowded to do HP cas routines in the existing period of time.
And don't be surprised, the mobile network that happens on the island is just the magic Telk.... And the signal can only be caught from several villages. So not all residents can enjoy the thrill of cyberspace, as well as Line villages. To communicate with his family, Line had to send a message through the brother who happened to be domiciled in the village that got the signal. As usual, the message will be channeled through the services of an offline motorcycle taxi to his village. And Line had to wait a few days when his family went to another village to call if the other boarding friends were free to chat over the phone with the family, Line must hold patiently until a small object held it sounds , can be in a monthly period. Until here stop? If you miss it, it's heavy, like Dilan. That's it, Line understands.
Line Island, is an island whose farming activity is farming, because there is no rice field on the island. Bulbs and nuts are the main results there. Not that residents do not eat rice, to get the food residents have to shop in the city district that must be taken by wooden boat for four hours. With a day's schedule to the city, tomorrow back to the island. For the side dishes, of course, livestock and seafood are enough for them. On the island, plants such as mustard or kale are not found, so only eat vegetables that are planted in the garden. The agricultural system also still includes modern, hoes and tual and natural fertilizers commonly used by residents. I don't know, many young people from the Island are already educated, but no one has been able to bring change in the field.
Fragrant coffee wiping nose Line. Enjoying coffee is a special part of his life. As a child, Line was used to drinking coffee. Understandably, in his village the price of milk is more expensive than the price of coffee. Most residents in his village enjoy coffee or tea befriending cassava and "uwi" boiled interspersed with fried salted fish and sambal every morning. Breakfast was not an ordinary breakfast, but laughter, stories, and even last night soap operas watched together can be retold by breakfast connoisseurs. There are some residents who have coffee gardens but not for sale. The income is for your own consumption. Homemade coffee is more delicious and comfortable in the stomach. Even elementary school-age children have been used to drinking it, as well as Line.
To be able to enjoy coffee, the family line must make their own coffee powder. It has not been tested by the authorities, but this coffee is what the islanders enjoy. It is rare to see residents buying ground coffee such as submarine coffee, ABCD coffee and others. The process of making coffee powder can be said to be difficult. Coffee beans so obtained from the garden or purchased in the city will be roasted with rice, small chips of cinnamon, and also ginger that has been sliced small. Of course, the coffee beans will be roasted first, when it has smelled the heat of the coffee beans, then the rice, cinnamon fragments, and ginger slices are mixed with coffee beans. The roast process takes a while until the mixed coffee turns into concentrated black. Lifted and stored in open container. Ordinary residents used to use "keka", a woven result from lontar leaves that look like a large basin. The roast will be ground using a coffee grinding machine in one of the villages in the coastal area. Of course paid. The result of the mill will be sifted to separate fine and coarse powder. The fine powder will be used in making coffee while the coarse powder will be back in the mash using the sifted pestle back into the ready-made coffee powder. Like that's the process. The coffee is made with more rice. So when drinking it we will be a little satiety, warm because of ginger and fragrant because of the effects of cinnamon. Very good, even if just by imagining it. So that felt Line while sipping the last drop of coffee cultivated.
At 11:30, one of Line's friends took him back to their 1185 boarding house. It takes 15 minutes to get to the boarding line by using an online car driver. Line looked around, then left. The city was still the same despite being late. Silently, Line longs for the silence of the night in his village, which is heard only by the wind carrying the cold, because Line village is right at the foot of the mountain and surrounded by trees. And at the end of the village will be clearly visible sea from the top of the mountain where the sun returned to his parents.
"Crazy! I want to go home, but when?" Mind asked. Now Line lives in a city that from the beginning was his choice. But his steps again stopped in that city, to return seemed difficult. Having to support himself and finance his nephew's education made the savings to go home seem to disappear every month. And here he is, enjoying the city in longing.
*Uwi: a special type of sweet potato Island. (i don't know, maybe other places also exist)
*Lua Island (read Lu'a) is the regional name of one of the islands in Indonesia, taken from the regional language.so sorry if there is no Map.
*excuse me if there is a lot of error in writing.