Jakarta In Today
the pitak fish

If I was in the village every thing felt to have its own uniqueness, or also a characteristic that could not exist in the life of the city people.

For example...

No matter how wide a village is not wider than moringa leaves, why Soldier can say that, suppose he got lost at the end of the village and far away was rubbed up through the river, and the forest (actually the real story).

Meeting him accidentally with a Pak Tani when walking home from the rice field, Pak Tani's clothes look dirty and musty full of mud, while the hoe on his shoulders swayed following footsteps while walking.

Hearing the sound of sobs that he considered as a forest guard, but in fact the farmer met a boy crying because he did not know the way home, but it was still a village.

No need to ask about home addresses or ID cards, because it is impossible for seven-year-old children to have them.

Just one question.

"Tong, whose father are you ?." Said mr. Tani.

That was enough of a hint of information to get him home.

"Oh, your father is a distant brother of this mbah." So the response sir knew when he knew the name of the father of the little boy.

Though the two of them do not know each other, whether the name of the parents who drove him back home was still mysterious. But just the name of their father, it became a magical and real thing to happen.

It is very narrow human life in the world of the village, tied to each other by the rope of brotherhood that comes from the ancestral lineage is still in a relationship.

Much different than living in the city of Jakarta, even though they ask ten people on the edge of the road even once, sometimes have to end up lost anyway.

Moreover, if there are people who ask directions only to a pedestrian, who looks so happy because he brought a bag of rice raskin the results of distribution at the RT house, just one question.

"Sir, is this really the way to the village ." Quite simple no, but the answers received are so complete.

"He's right, son, just stay straight after that there is a crossroad turn to the left, just a little, but if not wrong there is a construction stop, so preferably before the intersection there is a little entrance alley, a little, then turn to the right and stay straight. But for example confused after reaching the alley, just ask the same people around will definitely be told, but remember do not speed, many children will be wretched." Complete words.

They will get all the answers for free. Even if a little lucky they will be taken to a nearby coffee shop and tell other stories, until one polio paper is full of directions and only needs to nod listening to it, it is very complicated to live in the city.

But it is true that a village, has a close family, we just ask as if connected to each other, as long as claimed to be brothers.

Either a brother far from his ancestors must be a great bloodline bond, in pride when there is nothing great from that distant brother.

Just one brother of the Prophet Adam has become a friendly bond for people in the village.

There is nothing more unique than a village, about the news even mothers who often buy vegetables in a stall next to the post kamling. Always be up to date in delivering the latest news.

The problem about people who fell into the rice field this morning because of wrongly igniting cigarettes, really can within 1 hour after the direct incident, it will spread until half the village knows.

It is troublesome if there are neighbors around who are affected by the incident, whether it is the result of wrong use of the left sandal all, the shame will not disappear for 3 weeks.

"Well you've grown up Tong, feel new yesterday you're out of your mother's stomach, now you want to graduate school alone." Said a aunt who stopped by during Lebaran Shawwal.

Though 10 years more migrated to Jakarta and just came home yesterday, but a situation is also often contrary to the time.

"What a true village this village, from the old days it was still a forest, but there was no supermarket here."

Although it has been 10 years but still nothing has changed, Mushola Al Muhajirin remains as it used to be, with a dusty green carpet that is only sunbaked once a year before the Eid prayer.

Mr. Lurah Dotol who is still the same as his ancient abacus, still easily he calculates quickly even able to beat the calculator owned by the coffee shop next door, that happens when calculating coffee suppliers for regional income recap meetings.

Including Soldier's father, Sopian who is still busy reading his own fairy tale book between Pitak fish and cork fish.

Truly everything will not be affected by the turn of time, whether the next ten or twenty years all of it will continue to run as it once did, nothing will change.

Although earlier...

Soldiers have met Warju, see the legendary figure staring with the look of his face like a person who is counting kuwaci seeds one by one to be sold to the bird market.

Mr. Warju seemed to be thinking a little seriously, he was remembering the look of someone who looked a little like a soldier.

Perhaps also in the mind of Mr. Warju liken the figure of the face of the village who he saw like a coconut picker oranges. It was Soldiers while running around to park every Kopaja.

"Where's the overseas kowe song ?." Ask Warju.

"Fall sir, "Askar replied and saw Mr. Warju's eyebrows raised like getting enlightenment in his life.

"Where is it ?."

"Pakulaut village ." The eyebrows go up the eyes of the Warju father until his crown is pulled back.

"Kowe's son Mr. Sopyan ."

"Dad you know my father ?."

"God, I am still your father's distant brother." He laughed out loud.

It is true after the Soldiers research, remember and talk with the Warju father. He also began to remember that his father had told him about distant relatives who migrated to the city of Jakarta many years ago.

Maybe this is the first time for Soldiers he feels the world is so narrow that he can be met with someone who is often the subject of the story of the father to deliver him to sleep.

Soldiers always remember how the pitak fish had to fight desperately in the cork pond, and now the figure of the pitak fish can survive until now.