The September Tragedy
Zero Rupiah

I'm looking all the way here, but I didn't even meet bang Bonar. After asking some people I got the answer that from earlier bang Bonar terlah go take a new load to deliver it.

Now I'm alone, deserted in the midst of the capital. No relatives or brothers. Even the people I know don't exist. True true a kara born and inner. Bang Bonar said at the time.

The capital is not a pleasant place.

Without realizing it my feet have stepped out of the Mother market area, towards the highway in front of the market. I'm confused about where to go, Left or right is the same. I don't know where the destination is.

I chose to go to the right, because the right is better than the left according to religious teachings. Like my teacher Buya Labay's message.

I walked down the sidewalk on the side of the highway. A lot of cars passed this afternoon. The streets are so crowded with cars and motorcycles. Sometimes the streets are jammed because there is a city transportation that raises or lowers passengers on the side of the place.

The traffic was getting denser as I approached the T-junction. A lot of vehicles are stuck because of the red light.

I noticed the signpost of the direction of the destination, Kekiri Pondok Gede remained straight towards the Rebo Market. Is Pondok Gede like a cottage cottage that is in a field in my village that is made very

big one? I don't know, I chose to keep walking straight towards Rebo Market.

Maybe there is more keramayan than me heading to Pondok Gede which makes me a little curious. How big the cottage there is.

I continued the journey. Somewhat far also walk, but again I am at the intersection of the road so crowded. I again saw the signposts of the direction of the road sign

high with large letters.

Directions to the left of Kampuang Rambutan Right Market Sunday and straight, Cijantung, Cisalak, Cibinong. It all started with Ci that I don't know what it means.

Eh.. but the Rebo Market is no longer written on the board. Have I passed it. But from the moment I walked, I did not see a market.

Not wanting to keep thinking about the Rebo Market, I again chose to turn right. Towards the Sunday Market. Right is better than left. If it remains straight to cross the road I will be a little troubled because of the many cars that pass.

Sorepun ahead, more and more vehicles passed by. After resting several times in the mosque for prayer or just a temple wash your face in Mushala and drink tap water to quench thirst on the way.

A little while after Magrib was on my way up again a more dense deviation. Sometimes the train passes fast enough,

making the road more jammed waiting for the train to cross the highway.

Back I see the direction of the road, Straight Serpong, Lebakbulus Ragunan, left of the Grand Temple, UI, Depok to right Sunday Market, Pancoran.

I chose the Sunday market.

When the drizzle started to come down, I still continued on my way. The night is growing. But the vehicles on the road still remain congested. When the rain started to get a bit heavy, I rushed to find a place to

shaded.

A wooden cot next to a restaurant so my choice to shelter avoid the rain that began to wet my wear One.

I looked up and noticed the point of rain falling at the end of the roof. Remembering my childhood in the village first. Shower in the rain with my sister's daughter and chase each other in the rain. Sometimes I slip because of the slippery land chasing after the Princess, rolling on the ground and all the dirty clothes.

To clean it up I stood under the roof because the rain was pouring down from there, flushing my body. Assisting

remove dirt soil that sticks to the snow that I use. Dad while drinking coffee accompanied by Mom just smiled from inside the house looking at the familiarity of me and the princess.

My daydream vanished as my eyes glared, in front of me had stopped a city bus. The lamp is so bright it highlights right in the eyes. A moment later the car engine died followed by the lights also extinguished the blinding rays.

The conductor descended on the back door with the driver descending from the front door. They both walked towards the front door of the restaurant.

Instantly the man stood up from his seat and picked up a bucket and a long wooden stick like a floor mop walked towards the car.

Turn on the tap that has been connected with a hose near me.

Then flush the entire car with hose water earlier. A wooden stick with a cloth was put in a bucket, which turned out to have water mixed with detergent. With that he rubbed the entire body of the car.

I just observed, until finally he ended his work by watering again the entire body of the car to remove the soap foam attached. Then put his work tool near the water tap that did not forget he turned it off beside me and continued to drive away.

Tired of walking far away, I fell asleep in the woodwork. I don't know how long I've been asleep until I've been startled by someone patting me on the shoulder and waking me up.

"Le wash his car "I was shocked and touched to look left and right, to whom the man in front of me was talking.

"Why do you go so quickly wash Le's car, I'm going to rush home".

he said intent.

As if bewitched I immediately turned on the tap and took the bucket and wooden stick that was near me. I immediately washed the car like what the skinny man had done earlier that I had observed.

When done and turn off the water tap and put all the equipment I use in its place. The man who told me that

put money on me. That's why I consider it a reward from my work, I just accept the gift.

"Other times that clean clean clean up, now that I hunt down "he said passed up the car and immediately left.

I saw the money in my hand.15,000 rupiah after I counted it. Quite inwardly, I can buy stomach rice that has begun to be hungry. While pocketing money

and then I went back to the wooden cot where I fell.

Before I sat down someone pulled my shoulder tightly, making my body turn back and turn. Haven't had time

seeing people pulling me so fast.

Plaque...

A nested fist on my left. I was shocked and took a few steps back. It turned out to be that skinny guy who had hit me.

Fortunately for him, if Anto who did it maybe I have fainted instantly in a state of weak body has not eaten all day.

"Don't try and rob me of my job here".

"Where's the money you just received earlier" he said as he thrust his hand at me. I slowly reached into my pocket and handed over the money I just received to her.

Without speaking she went away from me. I sat down in a doldrums, with the stomach worm that had begun to rebel for

fed. While rubbing my temple which is a bit sick.

Right now I don't have a penny to buy stomach food.

In the state of Zero Rupiah I contemplated myself, Jakarta is so cruel.

I lost money this morning and all my clothes now I just made money from my work were taken by this skinny guy.

It turns out that Jakarta is really not fun, as bang Bonar told me.