The Staircase
My neighbor 2
It's true said father and mother; the world of business, business, sales, and whatever it is that depends on the buyer or the customer-is not always successful. Dad lately overwhelmed not because of more and more buyers, but no one helped him promotion, attracting market visitors. More visitors turned to the stall next to the father, aided by his son, shouting to promote his merchandise, good at attracting buyers. While your father knows for himself, he will soon be sixty years old.
It's not that I didn't help dad, but school in the twelfth grade was soon the final exam, I only had time off at the market, besides that I studied more. In the twelfth grade, my world changed completely. Starting from height, weight, and insight. The sophistication of communication aids such as cell phones makes it easier for us to get to know the outside world, and of course we can establish love. My friends in class every hour of rest there's nothing else they do, otherwise snack, yeah, staring at the phone screen. Sometimes I lend a friend my age. The reason for searching for answers on the internet, I had a little time to open the facebook application, ask for friends with women I did not know, contact one of them, call one of them, and a lightning-fast reply made me dagdigdug enough.
My friend knows that if I secretly open another application on his phone, he was angry, but I deflected it with the word, just for a moment.
"This is how you get to know the internet." Said my friend, his name is Didi. Sometimes emotional, sometimes good, sulky, shy, sometimes self-confident. Nature fluctuates.
Didi created my facebook account. He said let me not miss the update. Often he made fun of me acute singles because he knew my history during school never once dated. Unlike him who has dozens and even he forgets how many ex so many. I'm translating. Because of his daily life Didi is active on social media. Play games, and interact and add insight with the internet. Didi also taught me how to open the internet, looking for what we want to know. Like this afternoon.
"Did, why is your phone like this. I just pushed a button, ok, just now."
Didi checked his phone, "The package is out, Ki. It's got to be open for more than one app." His word.
I blushed in shame. Right, I just called the dimpled woman who's having a birthday this month. Unfortunately, I was just a minjam cell phone so I didn't know the woman's answer.
Didi put her phone in a bag, "We go to the library, yuk."
He nodded in agreement, "May. But you read and look for the book." Didi. It was clear that he was just accompanying me but not looking for answers. I nodded in agreement. Than the task not done. I murmured in my heart.
It is easier to find answers on the internet than in books. I had to flip through each sheet on some of the books I took off the library shelf. Didi who was sitting in front of me just kept quiet, occasionally glancing outside.
"This is answer number one, Did." I pointed to the writings on the book that were as thick as a pillow in the house. Didi shook her head violently, giving up.
"You copied it, Ki." His word. Free of me to show my findings in the book, Didi had absolutely no intention of helping me even just copy it. There are quite a lot of answers. The task of this group really weighed on me.
The first task has been completed, there are still the next four tasks. I searched for it, and copied it in the taskbook after finding the answer. Reading table full of books. Until the final subject entrance bell rings. I want to worry about the books scattered on the table. Didi's already on the doorstep.
"Leave it there. I'll take care of it." Said the library officer. I thank you, following Didi.
In the school parking lot lined with various types of motorcycles. Those who are old enough and have a Driving Permit, are allowed to bring a motorbike to school. Especially for those who live far away.
I escorted Didi home because we were one way home. Usually early in the morning Didi picks me up. Dad said set aside pocket money to replace Didi's motorcycle fuel. But Didi refused it, help me do my job. Refusals sentences.
Arriving at home I was greeted with my mother's scolding. Fortunately Didi was away, otherwise Didi would know what my mother is talking about right now.
"School really. Don't make trouble especially to shame mom. Look at your father in the market hard-earned rupiah. Every month we have to pay our rent. Not to mention electricity. Not to mention other needs. Right our neighbor said, "dad bowed deeply, staring at the floor of the house. I'm in, slowly.
"Fulfilling the needs of life is our hard work. Not to mention the school fees. I'm not sure our son's gonna be wearing a toga, yeah." He held his head up, looked at my mother.
"Don't just nag. The kid just came home from school so. Change your clothes there." Said Dad, disagreeing with my mother's way that no day without nagging. Although mother's nagging will not break without reason, the causebab.
The neighbor's incitement was indeed efficacious to make mom nag in front of me and dad.
"It's not. But there's a point our neighbor said." Refute mother. Every time I heard the neighbors talk, I was swallowed by my mother. Without prior consideration. From my mother I learned a lot about women. I think they prioritize feelings in their actions. No wonder women are more easily nagged, not satisfied they have not stopped, until their feelings begin to calm, peaceful, and safe - just stop.
"A little while our son's finished school. I want him to go to college." Mother continued.
"We'd better ask him, go on or work." Wise father. Glanced at me who just came out of the room.
"I don't want to go to college, Mom. I'm going to work. Help mom and dad. We don't have enough money, don't force it. College is not about toga only, but the process to get to toga is quite complicated. I have to list college. Just want to register I don't have a cell phone and a laptop. Not to mention going to town. Cost of living there. Indecos. Well, I'd better agree with my current decision."
"Son, the job is for sure. Whenever, wherever, as long as it is healthy, work is certain. You have no choice but to work. Even the Tibetans, who are rich and rich, do not count their wives" mother chuckled softly. Tibetans recently got married again. We are getting more pressure to sell more vegetables.
"They keep working. Who says rich stay at home, beleha-leha relax. But education is, once in a lifetime. Try to remember how many of your classmates are not going to school. Do they want to go to school again?" I'm nodding.
"School while young. Don't be like mom. Don'tdon't. Again, don't." My mother's eyes are glazed. Then wipe it with your fingertips.
"As far as you are, son. If you want to go to school, try the scholarship program. I'm sure you can. Make our message your motivation." Said my father.
I nodded, looking down. All the words, not easily, popped into my head. Surely it is true that continuing college is the biggest and toughest challenge in life, especially I who just have the intention.