LIFE (Han, Ian, Dina, Ute & Pras)
Ep. 7 Senior oh Senior.. (Han & Ian)
...~ HAN ~...
This is the second month of my Wasana Praja..
Class lectures are increasingly intensive, considering we need to start preparing for the preparation of the Final Report/LA what it will be.
Conversations of friends have also begun to change as the rank increases. Usually, these Wasana Praja, when gathered, will discuss the theme/topic that will be described in LA, any literacy that will support and can be used as a reference or even talk about which lecturer will be chosen as a mentor.
We, if gathered, no longer discuss senior violence such as the time of Muda Praja, or about cadres such as Madya Praja, or even about romance stories such as the time of Nindya Praja.
This morning, while waiting for the doorbell, we were still relaxing on the front portal of the guesthouse complex while discussing our respective LA theme options. Popularly selected are usually circular: Leadership in Government, Regional Financial Management, Regional Autonomy and so on.
In the distance we saw a line of Muda Praja will soon pass through the streets in front of the position we were talking.
As mentioned earlier, one of the essential rules, Muda Praja is obliged (pake banged) to march anywhere, including when heading to and from class.
We also began to justify our position and posture while paying close attention to the line.
"GOOD MORNING BROTHER!" danton the line shouted loudly as the line continued to run. (danton \= commander/platoon leader/line)
My eyes could not ignore the peculiarity of si-danton and I said: "Hentiiii graaaakk..."
The friend beside me also noticed something strange about si-danton and he then said loudly: "Woiiii.. Danton you guys wear reverse muts... Time to use the countdown on the back?? Why isn't anyone reprimanding or reminding???"
(muts \= headgear like a blue donker triangular peci, approximate \= emblem like a corpri emblem pinned to the right of the front of the muts)
We began to laugh amusedly, seeing how pale and pale these young Praja looked..
It was also surprising to see the lack of tidiness and caring between them. Though this has been 2 months in their base period, why is it still apathetic?
Another friend of mine also appeared to be standing in front of Si-Danton and said: "Not all KTAs out, because no one scolded Danton.. So this falls into the category of collective guilt, shared.."
"After lunch, everyone in this row, facing our guesthouse, take the KTA!!" I said pay attention to my friend who collected KTA Muda Praja (KTA \= Sign Card Praja Member).
"Ready..
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Before lunch together in Menza, I watched over the Polpra cadres checking Muda Praja in Plaza Atas, but also the neatness and completeness of their PUDD (Regulation of Internal Affairs).
Starting from muts, official clothes with all the rank and emblems (which are made of brass must be rubbed with braso every day), belts and shoes (which should be often black), and, even checking is also done on the neatness of clothing materials and folds that can not be more than 1 line (the term if more than 1 is "ggerel").
Discipline must be imposed at first, but "ala can be ordinary" then once internalized, discipline will become habitual and eventually crystallize in daily life..
(Polpra \= Police Praja, which is the Preja of choice, the result of cadres from the end of Muda Praja and during Madya Praja).
We had lunch together at Menza... Then Muda Praja lined up again for checking in Plaza Atas. But for some reason, I feel lazy to supervise the implementation of this check and choose to go straight back to the guesthouse, waiting for the line of Muda Praja whose KTA we had confiscated this morning.
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"Woiii laarriiii. " cried a friend of mine when the young line was about 200m away from us. They ran automatically, even though they remained in line..
"Now the way squat.." cried another friend to the pale² face.
Arriving in front of our guesthouse, they automatically lined up neatly one sab. I noticed one by one the faces of² 'please be pitied' that they showed. There are true² fears but some seem to be just acting, maybe have received advice/fruit from the senior contingent of each.
A long time ago I noticed Young Praja named Ian.. white skin and oriental face is indeed different from his friends who have begun to darken due to too often exposed to sunlight in the activities² they must follow. Although his skin was white, but he did not look pale and frightened, even challenging his gaze.
"You know what your mistake is deck?" ask me kalem.
"Whoever tauuu.." they answered simultaneously.
"OK, who wants a quick way please take a step forward" I said again, challenging their courage, especially to Ian.
Spontaneous he immediately went forward 1 step..
'Weh, have a mental also him.
Only he himself advanced.
"Who else wants a quick way.don't be shy." I said again offering.
I noticed Ian's face growing pias, realizing that none of his other friends dared to step forward like him..
What happened next was, he was pulled into the guesthouse by some of my colleagues..
In fact, I disagree with senior to junior coaching models like this, remembering how painful and unpleasant coaching for the sake of coaching I had felt at Young, Madya and even Nindya.. especially when polpra is being sold.
We are high and large body is indeed a delicious meal for seniors, he said more tender if used as a samsak..
But I also have no power to stem the need for friends to take revenge or just continue the tradition of coaching that is 'TOO SWEET TO REMEMBER BUT TOO BITTER TO REPEAT' like this.
What doesn't kill us basically just make us stronger right?' my inner.. (What doesn't make us lose our lives is basically strengthening us, right? although sometimes the 'basic' likes to be too deep until² is not visible on the surface).
When my friends finally came out of the door of our A guesthouse (about 15 minutes inside), followed by Ian who looked tired, I stopped his steps. I looked carefully at his condition.
"You okay² just deck?" ask me then.
"Ready ka" she replied grimacingly, possibly enduring pain in her chest and abdomen. He said as he tidied up the PDH and put his muts back on.
"Against me if there is any strangeness that you feel on your body yes" I said again, without covering up my concerns.
"Ready ka." she answered briefly and received her KTA with a hikmad. Then he stepped his feet while doing ppm to the surrounding seniors.
Our attention was diverted to other juniors who were getting pale.
It seems that our guesthouse does need to be cleaned carefully neh and we just got some help from Young Praja.
"Well please roll up your sleeves, sisters.there is a guesthouse that you need to clean" I said loudly while clapping briefly.
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...~ IAN ~...
This is the second month of the Young Praja base.
We have started lectures in designated classes (following the depth of the calculation, introduction of teaching systems, eskul presentations and others).
I was with 79 other Young Praja people stationed at Wisma Jambi (40 people at Wisma Jambi Bawah and 40 others, including myself, at Wisma Jambi Atas). While the other Muda Praja live in guesthouses that are close to each other in 1 complex of Muda Praja.
As mentioned earlier, one of the essential rules, Muda Praja is obliged (pake banged) to march anywhere, including when heading to and from class.
Because we live in Jambi guesthouse, while our class is around the stairs a thousand north side, so we have to go down through the Wasana Praja guesthouse complex, which is located in the north side, then the parade ground (with of course strong steps) in front of Abdi Praja writing (mandatory path for Muda Praja at this time), then turn left past the Nindya Praja lecture complex.
Some seniors who are famous as 'ksatrian tigers' (seniors who like to banged ngusilin junior) look well dressed, are relaxing in the portal of their guesthouse complex, maybe waiting for class time (still about half an hour, please know his name is also Wasana Praja, senior with the highest level, so be free² only if you want to enter the class last minute before the bell rings)..
Some who were sitting² seemed to start to stand up and pay close attention to our line.
And swiftly, the line became neater instantly, trying to minimize the potential reprimand of seniors.all those in the compact line prayed in their hearts in order to keep passing without problems.
"Good morning, brother!" danton we shouted out loud as the line kept going. (Danton \= commander/platoon leader/line)
But it turns out that uh...
"Hentiiii graaaakk.." said Wasana Praja.
Ah, I think I know it's senior. Wasn't he the one who reprimanded us when he had just arrived in this valley of Mangulayang?
Hm, ka'Han if not mistakenly named..
Another Wasana Praja beside ka'Han said loudly: "Woiiii.. Danton you guys wear reverse muts... Time to use the countdown on the back?? Why isn't anyone reprimanding or reminding???" it seemed that some of the other Wasana Praja started to laugh amusedly, seeing how pale and pajama our² looks, while moving slowly closer to the line..
(muts \= headgear like a blue donker triangular peci, approximate \= emblem like a corpri emblem pinned to the right of the front of the muts)
Wonderful, kog yes today there are still only people who like to see others difficult and may also feel difficult when seeing others happy?
Hhaadeeuh..
One line muttered softly...
'Nawat.. Danton sleeps while walking yak?' my mind feels a little guilty because it is usually me who is often so danton, but this morning I was too late to get out of the guesthouse and when it arrived in the ranks there was already a friend who led the troops, I just follow along too.
Another senior who had been standing in front of Si-Danton said: "Not everyone took out their KTAs, because no one rebuked Danton.. So this falls into the category of collective guilt, shared.."
"After lunch, everyone in this row, facing our guesthouse, take the KTA!!" another senior said while paying attention to his friends who collected our KTA one by one (KTA \= Sign Card of Praja Members).
"Ready"..we answered simultaneously. tried to resign even though not too Iklas.
Fate yes fate yes fate.. nambah brinsik deh. (binsic \= physical coaching, usually in the form of push-ups, sit-ups, somersaults, bolsters, creeping, courvey/cleaning an area and so on that is the authority of a senior to be selected as punishment, is in theory considered part of the coaching of his junior, but the practice is so other.)
...***...
Lecture was passed as usual.more than half of the class has lost the spirit of living the day, imagining what we will live later in the senior guesthouse...
"Hi. si-face sad, dumbass? Looked pretty girl like me, kog can't feel well?" the carefree babble full of flirtatious yet classy style of a Ute broke my daydream.
2 Months in this base period did not change his cheerful and nosy personality. Though thick reddish hair that was long back, then, it has been kicked abis by the seniors and on some sides even looks untidy (either because the cut is less experienced or deliberately because the sirik sees its beauty).
But well indeed, a beautiful girl even though reduced by a little support for her beauty, will not immediately melt her charm.
Since our meeting at the beginning of entering this knight, we have indeed gotten closer. Many friends suspect there is something between us, but really our relationship is still only a friend (you also know if later.).
Even if we were seen often joking together, it was just Ute camouflage to avoid another Praja flurry. Please be understood, the comparison of Praja Men and Women is 5:1, so it is dear that our competition grabs the attention of these Praja Women, not to mention when counted the seniors (Madya, Madya, Nindya and Wasana) were not part of the female government in their respective forces.
Praja Perempuan who looks mediocre has become a scramble, let alone whose beauty TOP like a Ute.
"That's dumb again." he said this time while sitting next to me. Almost touched our shoulders.
"Cie.cie.cie.cie has only been 2 months, there has been a sneak neh..",
"The great ei.. can make Ute nyosor first..",
"What's Ian's cake pellet? Want dunks divided. ", discordant voices full of envy suddenly sounded authentic and we were finally the center of attention for a moment.
Ute immediately got up again from his seat and gave a razor sharp gaze to the Praja horde who voiced earlier while saying: "Sirik aja neh. rese deh.." then without looking at me he waved and said "Bye Ian.."
That's just our relationship. TTM (friends but quite friendly, maybe not very friendly, wherever we go or wherever we are, there are always many eyes that pay attention).
We just understand, if we are not the ideal type of each to be a partner/companion (i prefer women who are soft, patient, polite and others and so on, while Ute seems to idolize a man who is a knight and can direct him to be better..obviously not me. put the pose tau self), but so far, so, we can understand each other and be comfortable together.
...***...
The next activity (after the class broke up) that we had to follow was checking Muda Praja, conducted by senior Polpra at Plaza Atas, the location in front of the Menza building.. (Polpra \= Police Praja, which is the choice Praja, the result of cadres from Madya Praja). Again I saw ka'Han there. He was indeed a true Polpra, seneng banged negakin rules and corrected his juniors.
We had lunch together in Menza... Check again at the Plaza Atas.. And after that is done, the time for the troops to disperse.some return to class (because there are still hours of lessons) or to the laboratory/garden/farms to take field training or some return to the guesthouse to study independently and if you can steal a break (sleeping in the afternoon).
To be sure, everything is still in line wherever we go.
Our line who had also left for the intended senior barracks. turned out to be 'ksatrian tigers' were ready to wait for us...
"Woiii laarriiii. " shouted a senior about 200m from us. We automatically ran, although still in line..
"Now the road is squatting." shouted the other, when we lived about 50m away from the horde of 'ksatrian tigers.
Up in front of their guesthouse, all were lined up neatly on the terrace/yard of the guesthouse..
If I count, the number of seniors who seem interested in our existence, almost 2x more than the number of us who are still lined up neatly one sab, of course each one with a deathly pale face and a heartwarming look seemed to be begging for mercy.
"You know what your mistake is deck?" one of the seniors asked kalem.
"Ready tauuu.." we answered simultaneously.
"OK, who wants a quick way please take a step forward" ka'Han said offering, with a derogatory look as sharp as ice.
Spontaneous I went straight forward 1 step. (in addition to feeling challenged with his eyes, what I did was also in accordance with the message of one of the senior contingent, who was Purna Praja, who was already there, when we left about 2 months ago..
If a senior offers a quick or slow way, choose a fast way, because the slow way will usually really slow and the pain is both the fast way..
If the senior offers the left or right hand, choose the right hand, because usually he is left-handed.if not left-handed usually will not nawarin, directly 'bug' ajah...
It turns out that the 1 step forward is only me alone...
Although he seemed surprised by my spontaneity, Ka'Han again offered several more times, "Well anyone else who wants a quick way.."
However, no one stepped forward..
In my heart I said, "I'm done with this.."
What happened next was, I was pulled into the guesthouse by several Wasana Praja people. ka'Han did not appear among them. 2 Wasana people held each of my right and left hands, respectively, from the shoulder to the wrist. Several others landed these punches quickly all over the chest and abdomen.
After they are satisfied and maybe also pity to see my exhausted condition, I was released and then welcome back to the Jambi guesthouse.
When I walked out of the door of A senior guesthouse, Ka'Han stopped my steps. He seemed to be watching closely my condition.
"Are you okay deck?" tanyanya.
"Ready.. good ka" I grimaced with chest pain (due to a 2½ button punch, a shot that is cast exactly between the second and third buttons) while tidying up PDH and wearing muts back.
"Against me if there is any strangeness that you feel on your body yes" he said again, looking aga concerned.
"Ready ka.." I answered briefly and set foot alone to the Jambi guesthouse, shortly after receiving my KTA.
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In the afternoon, while trying to get up from the lying position, I looked at the clock of the C plot wall. It is past 5 pm, why my friends have not been back from the Wasana guesthouse earlier? Even though around 2am I was able to relax myself..
The question I asked in my mind was answered about 10 minutes later.
My one-row friends, who numbered almost half the barracks, went home..
They seemed to enter with emotion.
Some are kicking the door, some are throwing themselves into the bed and some are making a noise themselves.all look full of anger/anger..
"How long have you been home?" ask my bedside friend.
"WE WERE TOLD BY KURVEY.. SHORTLY AFTER YOU LEFT." she replied in a snobbish tone. (Kurvey \= cleaning activities of the guesthouse and the surrounding environment).
"Certainly??" ask me again, still curious about the continuation of the story.
"AFTER ITU (after the floor of their guesthouse is clean and shiny all, even up to the bathroom and toilet as well) WE ROLLED.." (scroll \= term punishment in the form of push-ups, sit-ups, sit-ups, etc.) WE ROLLED, somersault, bolster, creep and so on).!
"That's it??" ask again.
"AFTER THAT WE WERE BEATEN... IF YOU KNOW IT WILL BE SO TOO, FROM THE BEGINNING I CHOSE A QUICK WAY LIKE YOU" he said rudely, maybe the impact of his regret is very deep.
In my heart I give thanks for choosing a quick way.gut thank you is only I do in my heart, worried about offending my friends who are still emotionally harboring arrogance.
They are still in the atmosphere of feeling Shit (already fallen, hit by stairs and laughing at neighbors again).
Just 2 months we lived in this Manglayang valley, have many experiences of the meaning of the word KORSA, such as: eating in Menza together, sleeping in a rame-rame guesthouse, always wearing the same uniform, and so on, everywhere the rows together and others that we did were almost always together..
Noon until this afternoon, again we experienced his learning (although I only felt a small part), Korsa in the real sense..
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