Jakarta In Today
Unemployment

Without needing to ask why, Soldiers always believe that the life of every human being always goes like a wheel. He who had been living as a village boy in a wheel rotation at the bottom, was crushed back and forth on a dirty road full of mud, and, and the wheel is the wheel of the cart carrying the remaining goat manure that becomes fertilizer.

As far as the wheel turns its life, it is only slightly pushed a few degrees to spin up, but back down again to fall. As if nothing good had happened all this time, being played with by a wheel, going up and down, slightly going up more down, not going up and down, the wheels were leaking in the middle of the journey of life.

What a misfortune that soldiers always accept.

To describe a Soldier family that was very as simple, even too simple. It could be said father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, brother, without sister because she was a bastard child with three brothers. They never overdo it, let alone for something more, never once remember the last time they had more money.

Mak Yati fasion style itself is only limited to kebaya sedernaha, without any festive knick-knacks to color it, some buttons have also been replaced by safety pins, and a batik cloth for subordinates. Fashion pure Javanese, does not change until the hajj or lebaran shawalan.

His father, Rohmat Sofyan, just describe it like a middle-aged man with a gloved distended stomach, a shirtless singlet shirt and using a skullcap, quite like that Sofyan fashion style in the house.

Once there is an event, no need for a big one, just a village meeting, Sofyan uses a long-sleeved batik shirt that he bought when Lebaran. No more and no less.

As for the other brothers, they look ordinary and do not need to be asked, it will only be disappointed.

But for the Soldier family, the happiness they had obtained was very simple. When getting rations of rice social assistance. When asked to serve as chairman of RT, and when seeing the child using a graduation suit at school graduation.

Even when it comes to getting misery, nothing more than simple, not far from the debt at the grocery store and paid when Rohmat Sofyan gets paid for his hard work as a building porter.

A little happy thing with Soldiers getting a scholarship to graduate, even though not as a smart student or inventor of an egg breaking tool without having to dirty hands. But he got a scholarship for being a poor man to complete a mandatory nine-year study, it's one of their joys as a poor man.

Enough like that and Soldiers don't want more, not less, that's the simple life they've lived for decades,

"Kar, life is enough to live, pray, work, give thanks and enjoy what is, God will never test beyond our limits." Remember the words from his father when they enjoyed relaxing together in the house.

Never imagined, if Soldiers were born into a wealthy family, conglomerate, sembako master, or successful building foreman, Soldier thought life was good, he said, but many things about the problems of lifestyle are lived by people like them. More complaining about less property, when seeing the next door neighbor buying a new house and styled arrogantly tell how the precarious excess he bought was expensive.

Because the envy made them upset and when eating imported salak, Soldiers forget that they immediately swallow with the seeds, choking and stuck in the throat until almost abis breath, taken to the hospital, and, immediately then exposed to an impromptu stroke after seeing a note of care at high cost, falling poor and dying, ironic not if imagined life of soldiers like that.

So Soldiers are more grateful to be destitute with little happiness, but to live quietly with family until the end of life, no more, no less. If it could be a little more, just want to go to mecca for Hajj.

But now that Soldiers live under wheels no longer, the wheels have entered the well of misery, and the well as fifteen meters deep is difficult to climb, namely Jakarta, with Narmo as well.

This became the most bitter misery for the soldiers to feel, living in a small and seedy contract, the most marginal suburbs. Piled up urban rotten garbage to the mountains, bitterness does not stop at the contract. Because no more jobs will accept it.

Applying to be a factory worker is rejected because there are many factories memPHK employees, even though the Kuwaci factory does not want to.

Applying to be a driver, he was rejected just because he did not have a SIM. It is so, let alone the car, the motorbike is limited to the metic only that Soldiers can drive.

Trying to be a security guard, he was seen by the head of the complex security guard, saw his body was thin, too slim, dirty and hick, really bitter Soldier heard the remark, really bitter,

"Elu body people are already rich broomstick, do not deserve nglamar so security guard, maling must laugh to see the look of the model Elu ."

Although he first came to the city of Jakarta with a sense of pride as an educated student from SMK 1 school is second to none. Does not change the status as a destitute person who needs a job, while the job never expects itself.

Narmo came carrying a used newspaper with a job vacancy column listed in it.

However there was one that had to be met as a suitor and it made a spirited smile on Narmo's face go down.

First: Looking attractive.

"Indeed they think ugly people don't need to eat, even if they have to eat the wind it's 2000 silver in a tire patch."

Second: experience is preferred.

"Where do you want to gain experience, this is just want to work."

Third: ready to work under pressure.

"Kar, what work must be pressed." Ask Narmo.

"Care project time."

"Ohhh." He just nodded his head unclearly.

The four: capable of mastering the four elements of water, fire, wind and earth.

Fifth: willing to be placed in two realms.

"That's it... Forget." Narmo eventually threw away the newspaper.

A few days around like a lost man carrying a black trouser stellan, a white shirt, and not to forget also the school's proud alma mater suit.

Until in the end, Soldier saw a job offer attached to the power pole, which is to become a plate salesman.

The soldiers hesitated a little because it violated the advice of Tarmad's father.

"Kar, you think right now, you want to work for money or be unemployed, remember kar, next week if we do not work, what would you like to eat?, Wind ?, Two thousand on the tire patch."

Soldiers could not think of anything else, because what Narmo said was true. Where the reality is to live without work, and there is no compassion for them.

Everything needs money. Including being noble. The two of them immediately came to the address on the power pole leaflet.