The Journey
Part 4's
"When cornered, change your pattern is not your goal. Stagnating does not mean STOP. "
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**Cause girls like you
Run around with guys like me
'Til sundown, when I come through
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah
Girls like you
Love fun, yeah me too
What I want when I come through
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah**
🎵🎵🎵🎵
The Marion Five song was heard behind the city radio. Squeezing his tiny body while swinging a broom to and fro. Drifting away in a tone worse than the sound of a broken drum, trying to chant lyrics after lyrics without caring about the curse of the worst sound of all time. I don't know, the process of sweeping the room won't be as simple as someone else's. Line needs at least 1 hour. 45 minutes crazy, the rest clean-up.
Fifteen minutes passed. The radio sound that had been kicking stopped instantly.
cring cring cring.
"Good morning, hello father. Happy sunday"
Line answered the phone from one of his favorite oms. In his family all are called Father. Especially those who are married.
"By boy, not the church? " Ex-frater habits that are hard to forget. Always dictate to his sons and daughters the affairs of the Faith.
"Hehe, Line join the church Afternoon. How is father, something important? " Knowing the character of the om who will call if there is something important, Line immediately asked. The fastest way to avoid the topic of church thought Line.
"O yeah. The father almost forgot. From High School offers English teacher positions. It took two more teachers to replace Miss Sensi and Mr. Peter. Mr. Anton asked to ask for Line".Tella answered from behind the phone.
" Don't my father want me to work in the tourism office?, Mr Deny has also contacted about this. And Line has given you the lamp ijo. What about father?" Back confused and asked Tella's opinion.
"You think you used to, besides you still have a contract from the campus right? So after the business is done, go home, just discuss it here. Line is also again pursued by Gabi's mother to teach at pulo High School." Tella gave me advice. Indeed, for matters of work, Line always exchanged suggestions and asked Tella who was considered as an idol om for the line and his cousins.
"Good father. Line will consider. Still a long time home. What is clear from the service still want Line there. Where is Puta, Line wants to talk. " After discussing the matter of work, Line asked to speak with Putra, his favorite cousin.
"Son." Shouts from behind the phone. Screeching taut until Line had to keep his HP away from the ears.
"Eh boca, your ears may break. How areya? " (eh boca, brother's ears can break, how are you?) Nanya Line in Flores dialect.
"Sa well, sa su kaka school. Sa got new friend te. Kaka line know no? Sa....... "
(My news is good, I've been to school, I have new friends, you know what? Me.) Start a story file. From A to Z a new life in Kindergarten the cousin is criticized.
Hm.
Ham.
Ja.
Goody.
Ih. Great blind.
Haha
Hm.
Emm.
Throughout the phone, only those words came out of Line's mouth. Not bored, but listening. Line is taught to always listen, even if it is only in children trying 4 years like Puta. People say listening makes you human, because people can understand after listening.
The phone lasted nearly two hours with a silly story, an obscure laugh.
"Daa Puta, I want to continue working first, ko play first already. Kaka love Puta's. Muahs. " The line ends the phone with Puta.
"Daa kaka, puta love kaka" Sahut's handsome sister from across the phone.
Tuuut. The phone closed and the radio voice echoed again. This time the Indonesian song from singer Rosa was heard behind the radio.
I cry imagining
How cruel.........
🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵
Line returned to singing without caring about the sound of broken toa he had while continuing to clean up that had been delayed.
"Yay. Done." Line of excitement while dancing a little dance with a broom raised high above his head.
"Yuhu., time to coffee. Ugh. Tappable. " Line glanced at the dispenser that had shown yellow. That is, the coffee is ready to be made.
Stepping down a broom outside the room, Line went back inside the room and picked up a pack of "good day" coffee from her food stock shelf. It was placed into a small glass while humming following the song Friend Shellia on 7 performed on the radio.
See you, my friend
na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
ye ye ye ye
🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵
While sipping coffee a good day, Line then remembered the conversation with om Tella.
"Ah. I'd better check my important files if I come home from work. " Think Line.
Opening the cupboard and taking out a plastic box, from the inside was seen a pile of important papers belonging to Line. Sifted one by one until his eyes were fixed on a piece of paper that read the school's certificate to prevent the top. Unnoticed, the white spheres crept down from the flattened Line.
"Ah. If,". Only this word comes out.
Remember how he struggled to get that important paper. There are probably many out there that even stop completely.
"I'm lucky." Line Seola whispers remind yourself to always be grateful.
Crying, then running without direction. As if looking for a crack, there might be light there. Not finding a backrest, still new to the city that is not so big. The young girl, stranded on a job not thought of before. The dark time is back.
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The flashback
"Ma Line bag sepa?" (Ma. Where's the line bag?) Tanya while spinning her waist-long hair.
"Le mai liqueur" (Owns outside the house) her mother replied briefly.
Today the Line will be to the county town. Place Line continued education at the upper middle level. Unlike when entering Junior High School, this time Line's parents understood the importance of Line taking the school path.
Everything is prepared. A few months earlier, Line had helped his parents pick coconuts for copra, which Line sold as school start-up money. Because in Line's house, there is only Line and the two Line parents, then Line inevitably has to help Line's father to pick dried coconuts to be used as copra. Seeing a girl picking coconuts was common in Line.
Coconuts that have been picked, collected and defended. The coconut contents are separated, cut into pieces, then dried under the sun. This process takes a few days until the pieces of coconut content change color to brownish red. The finished copra will be filled in small sacks and sold in the city. Copra is a fixed seasonal income for the islanders.
Line will be heading to the city with some copra sacks for sale. Even though only a child graduated from Junior High School, the activity of selling or buying basic necessities in the city is commonplace Line did on the sidelines of school holidays during junior high school. Line also provided some extra money from his family.
After preparing himself, Line then said goodbye to all families and villagers who were gathered in front of Line's house.
"Father, mom, nene, Line parting." After kissing the hands of loved ones, Line drove along the offline motorcycle to a small pier on the Island to cross the island. The journey from island to city takes 4 hours by motor boat.
Arriving at the beach, Line took the time to say goodbye to friends who during Junior High became his best friend.
"We, I'm pana nema. Miu noto mbola-mbola" (we, I go first, you guys are fine yes). Hugging one by one and stepping down the seven ships.
To board the ship, Line had to take a small sampan. Staring at the small waves in front, while on tiptoes, with pants rolled up a crochet, Line rose and sat down squatting while both arms held the lips of the canoe. A small swing due to the waves felt when the boat turned away from the edge. Line welcomed the hands of one of the crew members who was about to reach the Line to help Line board the ship. With a single pull and a light jump, Line is on board the driftwood ship. Line goods and all passengers are on board.
The motor engine sounds, a sign that the ship will soon sail to the other side. For 4 hours, most passengers will enjoy a good night's sleep on board. Unlike Line, with conditions that easily feel nauseous, Line chose to sit on the bridge of the ship while enjoying the breeze that greeted his face. Try hard to keep looking ahead, strengthen the heart, so as not to think too much about home.
"Ah. Mama and father will be alone again" back in the face of both parents. Since the death of his three brothers wander, his line house inhabited Line, his father and mother. Her sister-in-law chose to stay at her family home with the ponaan.
Enjoying the scenery, the brownish hills along the mainland of the island of Flores are visible. Sometimes it is plastered with long sand, and beachside hills with various beautiful shapes.
Busy in the beautiful scenery, thinking about whether or not there are people there, questioning whether they are also watching a small ship from afar. All those stupid things raged on my mind. Up to 4 hours passed, without feeling the ship was approaching the port of Lorens Say. From afar, one of the ABKs had already dropped anchoring the rear of the ship. The engine is turned off and the ship moves with the current towards a special dock. It was seen that someone threw a rope to the end of the lip of the dock and another person welcomed from a distance. The rope was tied in one of the iron rope hooks. Pull the rope of the ship began, the ship was docked to the lips of the dock.
Passengers and luggage were removed from the ship. With a bag of clothes, Line follows a freight car to the location of the copra sale. Finished business, Line directly to the house of one of Line's relatives in the city using an offline ojek. Later that night Line prepared the files that would be brought to enroll in one of the city's top public schools.
Four days later, Line began to prepare to leave for the registration location with one of his relatives. The journey to the registration location deliberately using angkot. This is so that Line understands the path to school .
It was still very early in the morning, seen some people still doing the morning olaragah outside GOR SAMADOR, a largest olargah gym for the city. The existence of the GOR happened to be right in front of the school that was headed Line.
The view in front of the line was shocking. Already many people are waiting in line, not only the innocent faces of new children, there are many elderly faces who are pacing back and forth looking for queue numbers. Many of them tried to change the queue. Line stepped with his relatives took the queue and chose to sit in the corner of the school.
The scorching sun increasingly stings the skin, it looks all crowded fanned the face with makeshift objects. From paper to hats are used to cool the body. The atmosphere was so hot that it was still around at 9 am. Naturally, in the eastern part of Indonesia, the sun is sometimes more violent. Hours passed, and Line's turn came.
Hand over the file and rush to the test. Grateful, Line's brain seemed to have regained consciousness from his break so that Line could complete the test easily. The line does not go straight home, but instead chooses to wait for the test results. A few hours passed, lunch was missed, just filling the stomach with snacks around the school.
Time has gone up in the afternoon, the sun began to show the shadow of the occupants beside the owner. The notice board began to crowd out. Line tried to slip her petite self in the middle of humans. Jostling, until finally faced with a notice board. As fast as lightning to find his name.
"Yey pass" Line shouted. A little butterfly danced in his heart. If only there was no crowd, maybe Line had danced with excitement.
"Finally, I was able to enter a favorite school in school, and enter XB class." Line is grateful for its work.
"Mama and father would be happy, I will write a letter to be entrusted through the ABK of the ship. " Line intended to inform her parents of the news. At that time, it could only be via a letter. Letters will be left by the ship to the motorcycle taxi driver who happens to know the house Line.
Line went home to her relatives with a happy face. Undeniably, a small smile still lingered on his face. "Unexpectedly, my new journey will begin in two weeks." Think Line in the heart.
After the registration process, Liine spent two weeks searching the dormitory near the school area and buying school supplies. Uniforms, books, equipment and personal necessities are prepared. Line tries to use the money as best as possible.
A week before, Line had been living in a dorm, choosing to recognize his schoolmates who lived one dorm with him.
Line Dormitory is a small dormitory consisting only of a row of bedrooms and studies, kitchens, and bathrooms. The hostel and the neighborhood are so comfortable. Even the hostel owners loved Line very much. Within a week, Line had recognized his surroundings.
"In the future everything will go well. " muttered Line while imagining the activity of himself commuting to school. Well. Line is the number one dreamer in the world.
A new day begins. The hair is tied in four pieces using a red ravia strap. Nameplate made of cardboard hanging in front. A baby pacifier is hung using a stove strap decorated with bottle cap pieces. The socks are black on the right and white on the left. Shoes are the opposite color. The little girl with a gray white bandage is more like a girl less sane than a high school student. Walking out of the dormitory to school is not with a bag but a black creche bag. Such was the MOS attribute rule in his school.
A week went by, the punishment and happy times during MOS were well passed. Teaching and learning is going well. The line passed the first semester with great enthusiasm. Trying to compete healthy with smart students in their class. First semester, Line got satisfactory grades.
This is told to his best friend Didi who also became a schoolmate but different classes. Often Line will join with friends Didi who eventually become a plot Line. All the stories are told to Didi. For Line, Didi was the family he had in town. Finished the semester they decided to stay in the city. They prepare to start the next semester. Line friends often invite Line out, from here the hobby of making fun of Line wrestling. Although not having a personal motorbike, Line always follow his friends to train the ability of the line in this field.
Not feel the holiday was finished, back to do favorite activities. Study and read. Too washed away in activities, Line forgets the problem that is disturbing the glut of Line learning for some time. Thinking of various solutions but seemingly nil. Line still follows school activities, although each time he has to bow his head whenever the homeroom teacher reminds him of the problem.
Collapsed! Line five brothers, but to find their shoulders was like waiting for water in the desert. Hiding everything alone, wanting to inform his parents, but Line has just heard the news of his father's health deteriorating. Line did not want to make her parents worry.
"Ughs. What should I do" Shouted Line with a long sigh. Tears could no longer hold themselves back from jumping out. Closer behind the blanket. Trying to grimace slowly while thinking about whether Line will stay in school tomorrow. Half a semester, Line has been trying hard. However, the second semester's mid-terms are a week away. Line has not found any results to solve the problem. Some relatives in the city could not even lend a hand because of some things.
"Ma, Pa". Only this speech continued to come out until Line fell asleep because of the sooty crying.
The next day, Line decided to go to school. Saturday, where Line had to wear the olaragah outfit. Arriving at school, Line met Didi to convey his purpose. Didi who could not help could only hug Line and strengthen her.
Line was crying again. "In, I didn't like my school" (Di, I wanted to stay in school), sobbing in Didi's arms. Line took out his dick.
"E I'm suu. " (yes. I understand) while patting his best friend's back, Didi tried to calm down.
Wiping his eyes with his best friend's shirt, Line returned to the location where Line's classroom was. The previous line met Didi in a canteen located d in the school's backyard.
Arriving in the class, Line stared at the row of chairs that became the seat of the class occupants who had been the source of his laughter.
Feels heavy. "How is it, this is all my dream. " Think again. Walking out looking for his classmates who turned out to be joking in the back of the classroom. Approaching and hugging all her girls. Pat each of his boy friends' shoulders. The tears fell back. For the first time, saying sorry is like removing a se~ton of sand from a transport truck with your bare hands.
"Sorry" That's all that comes out. Line friends staring at Line. Their helplessness to help, they were just trying to entertain Line.
"And still a week Line, "The voice of a friend of his who was none other than the head of his class was heard. Line who was hugging Lilis my best friend turned around and replied with a trembling voice.
"Thank you, you're the best chairman". Line has not been able to say more about his decision. Line doesn't even know how his life will be if it's really over. How to explain to both parents, how to face the expectations of the people in Line village
"Aghs. This is all going crazy for me". Line raged in silence while staring at the faces in front of him. Staring at them inside as if wanting to accommodate as many as possible every corner of their form and expression for himself.
" If later, the decision takes me far, at least let this half-semester be my friend. " Begging in your heart, considering everything, looking around the school, breathing in as much as possible that memory can hold. Every angle. Every atmosphere.
Nailed for a moment, Line looked back at his friends. "I'll let you go home first, all of them. " Line stepped in with a languid bow. Not to the exit, but to the teacher's room.
"Ah. I hope there is a way ahead. " Whisper Line on himself before entering the teacher's room. Striving as hard as anything, humans will definitely experience a period of tears, and sometimes for some people, that time even has a twin. Recur.
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*Tap : a play on the word sedap.
*ABK: crew
* MOS: Student Orientation Period
*Sorry if there is a writing error.
*criticism and suggestions are needed greatly by the author.
*to schedule up (according to mood) ☺