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Warju bin Suherman who never knew how bitter life in Jakarta, only once heard the chirp of people who went home and returned to the village in style like a successful suit and tie.

Though the reality that was not known by the Warju at that time, if the person in suits and tie is Tarmad, Tarmad, working as a salesman snack kuaci and ended PHK because not selling a single seed sold by him.

Maybe that's why, Tarmad is like upset and traumatized by them - they work as Salesmen. He also gave many suggestions to be careful with all their words. Especially Salesgirl, said Tarmad has a deadly seduction so that for people polo Javanese nomads always become victims.

Come with a keen eye, like a greedy look for rupiah, tightly clenched hands, full of confidence, undaunted footsteps treading the hot asphalt road.

But on the first day Warju saw and could only see how crowded the capital of Jakarta, mouth agape even though no fly wanted to alight. Maybe flies have the prestige to perch around Warju which smells like quality garbage from Jakarta.

Walking on the sidewalk, looking at the glittering building that he could only see through posters or billboards emblazoned on the side of the road. All just views 'development for change', 'Indonesia rise'. Or 'Quick and precise steps, solve problems Without problems.'

But now it's like he's not trusted with what he sees himself. Until one person subconsciously stared at the strange warju, his expression was similar to that of the person who was holding back the mules unstoppable.

Actually Warju can understand, if the person is saying something from his heart, such as.... "Which hick is this, quickly you go back to your habitat, make Jakarta full course .".

And a fried trader, who looked at Warju with a pitiful look, either sad because the merchandise did not sell or sad caused by the owner of the contract to raise the rental price, either sad, but in his heart he said,

"Son, you better go home and babysit the buffalo just there, the city is heavy, people kayak loe a lot, added loe again, the more crowded this city ."

As soon as it was read from the eyes of the person, of course Warju did not bother about anyone's gaze. Because he himself is still like a dazed man with an open mouth looking at the building of dozens of floors of great creations of modern civilization that he never saw in the village pakulaut.

The most magnificent building of the village was only limited to the village and sub-district offices, where village officials spent time dreaming about making a bus stop beside the unpaved road. Even though do not let the bus to pass, even the cattle truck, only comes once a week.

Everyone's gaze looked like it was mocking, but it did not change the state of warju, his eyes still amazed for a few hours while wandering around looking at the tall buildings around him, even surprised just because he saw the door of the train door that closed and opened by himself.

Amazed by the eyes of the Warju like asking what kind of workings of modern tools that can go up and down.

After a few hours of walking around tired, rest next to the traveling Ice seller and hold him a bag of plastic ice water worth a hundred silver to quench thirst.

But still with the mind of warju that is still imagined how great the village if like a city with all kinds of buildings from modern civilization, this modern civilization, including thinking that the door of his house can open itself with just one clap of hands.

While his delusion was still warm to imagine, a man staggered, stopped and sat down beside the seemingly unconcerned Warju to greet the man beside him, pull a warju t-shirt and put a knife under the stomach.

"Serah your money." Talk with whisper.

"Oh You new people well, cave bullshit, if you dare to shout, do not expect to see your mother in the village when homecoming ."

Threaten the man in a whisper, maybe in the eyes of everyone saw that Warju was his brother who had been switched for years and met just because he saw a mule on the back of Warju. Both of them let go of the full yearning familiarly.

Of course warju is weak, even to fight is the wrong choice, because the tip of the knife is already attached to the stomach, without being able to bargain, just silence with fear.

"No mas, I'm just a poor man who doesn't have the gold, came to Jakarta to find work." Warju Stammer.

"Not a lot of nonsense."

Take the warju bag and he open it forcibly, it's what the thug saw in the bag, just some clothes, it's already shabby and hollow, a dull prayer mat, yasin's old book and some spare change worth a thousand silvers.

Upset thugs threw the warju bag into the trash can and also took the Warju money a thousand silver, walking away with babbling...."Village people, serebu doang only get 3 cigarettes, cih ."

Although the face of Warju was still pale, the hands did not stop trembling and the lips continued to mention the name of God. He took back the bag that was mixed with dirty garbage.

Warju started to remember about the man who came home from town in a suit and tie it once said... "Don't get me wrong, Jakarta has no pity, even if there is no mercy in Jakarta, always take the initiative to protect yourself."

So said Tarmad who was talking in the post kamling like a late night talk show and still using the style of a salesman suit and tie it.

Lips say a thousand thanks because from the advice of Tarmad made Warju save money on ***********, even though it was only eleven thousand five hundred silver, but if it is taken by people then it is over.

A few minutes after feeling the bitter events of the cruelty of the capital for the first time.The pale face then changed when looking at the highway. More than just awe, he saw a bunch of fancy cars with police sirens, carrying a person standing tall waving towards the crowd. Warju recognized the person's face, he was someone who always saw warju on the roadside poster.

Mr. president of Indonesia, the number one is second to none, which regulates the entire Indonesian population in Jakarta. His eyes sparkled, running towards the crowd of people who were waving towards the presidential motorcade, warju shouted out loud, saying,

"Sir president, I must have been a success ."

There was no response, the president smiled and waved, just a strange look everyone saw the Warju was so pitiful. But the strong fist of the Warju proved how determined it was to change the veins of destitution destiny from within the veins.

That eye gaze will be one of the eyes of the most influential people to the village nomads to make a living in this capital, Warju bin Suherman.