Jakarta In Today
Inner pressure

Night had come, Soldier and Narmo were walking on the outskirts of the Daan Mogot times with limp faces.

Being a selesman is getting a very great inner pressure, how not, if there is not a single plate sold, then their income is just tired and then waiting for the arrival of the PHK letter.

No matter if they only work 3 days, without mercy, without being given glory, where in business logic, a human who does not make a profit, only becomes a loss. Because they are not charities or orphanages that willingly finance the lives of others.

Truly the lives of Soldiers and Narmo are like bums and the look on their faces is not like the first day coming to the city of Jakarta. Vigorous, full of high enthusiasm, self-confidence and able to conquer the world.

But now Narmo or Soldiers

like a super hero who is reported to be defeated and naked by the enemy without a sheet left************ their pride again.

Soldiers and Narmo sat next to a traveling coffee merchant who was their subscription every night.

The cold night air in the rainy season in January, the smoke of vehicles without stopping to emit carbon monoxide poisoning humans arrogantly, plus the sound of vehicle horns in traffic so greedy scramble the road. All of that destroyed the peace of mind from the fatigue of life in this great city.

Soldiers do not think, how stupid people always assume that life is as easy as they think, in this city, humans will always live their lives with their own efforts.

No happiness comes simply because we pray and continue to pray, repeating their prayers from dawn to maghrib without thinking to create their own happiness.

Soldier or Narmo is not the protagonist of a night soap opera where the poor can get a miracle in a coffee pack and suddenly become millionaires.

If there is, the coffee makers on the roadside have become millionaires because of the coffee or everyone does not need to work hard, he said, stay sitting sweet while drinking coffee and hope in the package there is a golden symbol with a picture of a car.

How ironic.

But the world still holds fast to the simple logic of cause and effect, and this life is a reality, bitterness will still be bitter if we do not add sugar in the cup.

"What a bitch." Murmured Soldier himself.

Mustering fate on the edge of the river dark smelled foul, more rotten than public toilets and also murmur it is for himself who always thinks that the work as a selesman is annoying.

Never thought that happiness was simple, even if it was described as a star actor in a movie, maybe Narmo is a person who always get trials, from the start of mother died, the family is a mess, maybe Narmo is a person who always get the trials, no one cares about each other, is not considered a family, is sick, falls poor, owes a lot, is pursued by collectors, lives contract, cannot be paid, is expelled, lives are homeless, lives are in debt, the pain gets worse and then dies, it's over.

Maybe the director will give an offer to be a movie star to Narmo if it will be made such a film, because the face of this hick man is like describing the criteria of the main character.

Soldiers raised a plastic cup containing a black truth to the lips and drank it slowly, a taste that was completely real, not falsehood or deception, then exhaled warm steam after one gulp, looking at the sky without being able to see anything on it, it was only dark and dark, really...

"bitter." Mumbled.

"This bittersweet life, right so comrade." Narmo.

Looking around, looking at the several couples passing by with pitiful gazes towards Soldier and Narmo, perhaps in their minds saying.

"Pity very, this Sunday night in the garden ama men, there are fried traders, widowed children three, just ask courtship let you-elu on not gloomy."

What a long meaning of the eyes of men who pass by with hands holding each other, at least it is a fact that they do not have a boyfriend.

"It takes one week to date and then break up, finish ." Soldiers returned those gazes, with other gazes like telepathic clashes.

Even if Soldier approached the fried merchant widow child three was not to invite dating, but just buy a few snacks to accompany the solitude of black coffee that had been frozen to withstand the cold loneliness.

Looking back around, all seemed mocking, they stepped up, chested bragging about the special clothes that were bought at the time and new in wear now, he said, even the brands and prices listed are still waving.

Dark skies overhead, how dark the space may be because the atmosphere is already shrouded in thick smoke knows the urban pot. The soldier could not see the thing that could make him a little happy, even if it was a little, it might treat his heart that had been filled with useless things about life problems.

The two of them had already decided to go to this city for the sake of a bright future, there was no reset button or wave their hands towards the camera for all to end.

"Mo, we were not born to rich people, not to bosses, not to officials."

"Yes... Indeed so. You don't have to talk about it either the cave knows."

"But remember Mo, we are from birth already living in the rigors of the struggle of the poor."

"What is the need to be arrogant because we are poor."

"That's not the concept, but... Yes, just because we get a PHK, doesn't mean our fight is over, we have to be upbeat, don't give up."

The new life that Soldier lives now, he gets dozens of lessons, especially about a pride of being a village person.

Sepahit life in the village is only limited to the thought of debt in the food stalls and as bad as sick is just a sore and catch a cold, tomorrow it is ready to wallow in mud rice fields again and even conquer the world.

There is nothing better than living in the village.

But being a human living in Jakarta covered with waste from the garbage, so complete pain, leprosy, ulcers, colds, stroke, wet lungs, kidney failure, ulcers, colds, typhus and so forth are mountainous in a body full of chemicals because it too often sucks smoke from the foul pot of the bus.

Bitter is really bitter.

Once again, finished praying in the magnificent mosque and beautiful Askar shed tears because it held back homesickness and did not forget to also send prayers for his mother to be healthy always.