Just a little break
Confused Humor

HAVE THE MOST SEEDS

This story is, a piece of my story in the old office. Starting from the hustle and bustle on the first floor, the sepinya second floor. The crowd of the third floor got far in the close eye in his heart the Sunday Market and the MT. Haryono as well as Branch offices.

On the first floor, the operational section. The most interesting memory was at Hayam Wuruk. At that time it was only about two weeks of joint, I was asked to make a lot of exit clearance for employees who fled without news.

With a burning spirit, armed with confident knowledge and moral support from Ibu Inna, I wanted the exit clearance starting from the operational part. Arriving at the operational section, the room does not know why it is quite quiet.

At that time there was only Mr. Tigor, Mr. Chess, Mr. Albert and Mr. Yudi all in seats that were close to each other, but Alhamdulillah he was all perfectly normal. Each is married and has children.

I said I want to confirm the exit clearance to Mr. Chess, but he said wait and let ane sit down. And this is where the catastrophe happened. Suddenly Mr. Tigor said with his Batak accent (gue also did not know he was Batak what not).

“Here is the greatest, who has the most seeds,” he said.

God, am I not wrong? he said ‘biji’? and the greatest of them are the ones with the most seeds? Is God in what kind of place? Then who are they, who can have a collection until it can be pitted the most?

I brought two heavy ones. Then Mr. Tigor's shortsighted eyes led to ane. Dalem my heart cries out, “Last you Bii, have you will be their scramble to declare who is the strongest among them.”

If at that time mad cow disease I could be expelled. But a few seconds later I realized. Kalo ane is not a cow. However, not long after Mr. Tigor stood up and told Mr. Albert, “Udah hours of rest sir, can you play?”

Mr. Albert as the manager replied with a nod. Huuffhh, thank God it turns out they really want to play games again, and I happen to be the one who came to me so much the same hours of rest.

I'm still wondering what game it really is, but that's it. Forget it, important ‘punya’ ane safe. That's the most important memory in the operational section, which used to be until now people are cool and friendly.

Until moved to Duren Sawit and added several Departments. The first floor is operating cool. Although the people are still the result of crossbreeding between HVS paper and grass clippers. Weewws.

GOODBYE, GUYS

This week is December 13, 2015. Recorded as a day that enough to make my heart grieve and these tears glistened. Because today I lost one of my playmates and one thought with me.

Strong, humble friends, weak defenders, intelligent yet reserved. I have some poetry stanzas to let go of him. I made this poem with tears in my eyes and longings that burst out against every memory of being with her.

Apart from my hand. Break up already this togetherness. When you left. I lost my identity. Why my heart is beating. Why I shed tears. Why I feel like I lost you.

I am your path. You are my caravan. When searching your home. I found my place of residence. I am your word, and you are my heart. When you don't talk. I can hear it. Since with you. I became capable, the difficult became easy and the distant became close. Welcome my friend,****Tramen 3***.*

May your services be remembered on this Earth and I will always make a pilgrimage to your grave if there is time. Because the distance from Grogol to Tokyo is quite far. Especially if taken by way of ngesot while snacking.

Plus, no one picks up and transfers. Because Grandpa Sugiono is busy filming horror films. So I can only say. See you in eternity, buddy. We will always remember you.

I admit, I rarely talk to my youngest. Because I go to the office sometimes before he wakes up, and sometimes when he sleeps too.

But one morning the prayer was finished. Suddenly I saw Ahsan again sitting pensively in front of the door. Her face was plain, her eyes were blank. Why another child? Sit in front of the door.

I walked up to him, and saw something stuck in the tip of his left hand's index finger. Like a piercing piece of wood. I thought, like he's a wooden mess. I said, “Ahsan why? kusuban yaa? please hold the pain for a moment.”

I'll take his hand. I touched it and I pulled out something that was at the tip of his index finger, and it turned out. It's not a piece of wood. Except it's upil who is still muddy slippery. Damn this damn child.

“Ahsan wants to sleep again ahh,” he said later.

He just said that, walking away from me who was still stunned because of the behavior of this boy. It is true, said Izul. This one boy should not be too pampered and sabarin.

JUMPING LATCH

In a hospital, there are so many journalists who want to cover the news that is quite electrifying this city. How not to stir. The news was about three young men who compactly committed suicide.

By jumping from the roof of a five-story building. Either the fate of those who are less fortunate, or the life that is still dear to them. When they jump, expect their bodies to hit the asphalt.

There are three cars below them. They only caused injuries. It was not until they made the three of them, facing the Creator quickly. One week has passed.

Now there are reporters who have the opportunity to interview them. The reporter asked the three of them why they wanted to end this life. But they are still young. Their path is long.

“The reason I wanted to kill myself, because I was cut off by my boyfriend, Mas,” Jacky said in a sad tone.

“Ohh, I see, who is patient, Mas,” said the reporter.

Then, the reporter asked the other young man. This young man was quite badly injured in his legs and hands. Still with the same question, “Mas reason to want to kill himself why?”

The young man named Badha was crying and replied, “Tokan I cheated, Mas. It hurts even more that his affair was my own father.”

The reporter felt sorry for this man named Badha. Tragically her love story, it was only natural that she wanted to end her life. He asked the third young man. This young man had just dazed to see his two friends in the interview.

The reporter asked the young man named Fatih, “For Mas himself, the reason for his suicide is the same as them? because of romance?”

Fatih shook her head weakly answering the assumptions of the reporter. The reporter is confused. “Then the reason Mas, want to commit suicide what?” ask reporter.

“I just follow me two years. You are sad if not cemented,” said Fatih lightly.

Makes the reporter lose her mind, and eventually stop being a reporter. Choosing to switch professions to shaman santet.