Who is he? maybe this heart keeps asking when it passes. Somehow but this question is always repeated when he saw it running among the crowds of men who are competing to find for just a bite of rice that sometimes way to get it too dirty to be known, so dirty to sacrifice people who are powerless to fight injustice that has been real in front of the eyes those who are not ready for this. Who is he? still this same question when I found it was sitting among the crowds of humans running still racing to find a treasure hiding among the cruel world that was criticized as the cause of all these problems.
Yes he? This huh always asks the same question constantly not borednya ask who he is, but why? maybe this heart starts to fluctuate because it is constantly dissatisfied with the answers I get from the mouths of those who sit in the coffee shop that I stop every home from the boring college hours, "boy if you want to know who he is just ask directly wrote" babble customers coffee shop that when I hear my question the umpteenth time that gets support from people who hear it with repeated nods. "But where am I supposed to look for it?" I asked with a serious face perhaps because this curiosity had mixed with the smell of coffee I had drunk this time. "Yes, you wait just across the street" replied one of the crowds of customers who enjoyed coffee in this grueling afternoon. "Where?" I asked again. "He replied, pointing toward the opposite side of the street that was just the dumpster I saw every day. "That?" I asked with a sense of wonder because I knew it was just a garbage dump. "Yes, that's the place" he replied assuredly. "Okay I'll wait for that guy over there" babbled my heart excitedly. "Thank ya sir" I say close the question I ask among the curiosity that resides in this heart.
After paying I immediately walked away from a crowded coffee shop with people busy discussing what they can today. Yes, maybe it's just to take off the burden of life that they bear for a day working to pursue the happiness of the world that feels more expensive with time. Sure enough the father said not so long I waited here he came with a heavy box, "assalamuailaikum can I help bring the box" I said as I offered help. "Waalaikumsalam, emm" has not had time to answer it I also took a box from his hand that turned out in it there are many colorful books. "Eh do not have to bothered" he replied as he tried to take the box back. "Baseball kok I'm here again again nungguin you" I replied with a smile that mixed with a very big curiosity. "Roughly a lot of books are going to be brought to where" I continued again. "Eh nungguin me?" He said in a confused tone. "Yes, you" I replied casually even though I did not know who was standing in front of me. "Come on, where are you going to book this book, I'll just ask why I'm waiting for you" I continued. "Yes deh but you are not a bad person right, not a thugs right" he asked like I look like a big guy criminals only. "Eh kok ngomongnya like that" I replied. "Emangnya I look this scary yes" I continued again. "Baseball just make sure aja, because where I go this to a very important place where if the aja the thugs know where the place then maybe the child can not learn" he explained. "Thugs? children? "I asked full of curiosity. "Later aja ngejelasinnya long story, let's go," he said as he walked left me into the garbage trash scattered. "Where to?" I asked again. "Do not have to ask later you know too" he replied.

Srek srek sounds my step through this landfill [TPA], thugs? children? learn? what he really meant I did not really understand. "Yee .. sister ayis already come !!!" shouted one of the children who play in the garbage. Eh it turns out there is life behind garbage garbage that is here whisper my heart is new to know this fact, it is ironic this country even though a lot of development happened whether they forget their life very far from word worth, even though this country very very rich but whether they turn a blind eye to the presence of those who are the responsibility of this country, or whether this country is only for those who win, those who are respected and those who have a very influential position, is very ironic.
"Hey you're wondering what?" The voice woke me out of my daydream. "Eh no matter what really just think what really happened in this country" I explained to her question. "Yeah, that's like you see here it all looks so unworthy" he said as if he understood what I was saying. "Really, really not worth it at all" I said yes what he said. "Please bring here his book," he said as he reached out to pick up the book from which I had been carrying. "Eh yeah ..." I said as I handed him the book.
"Okay sister today will continue to learn to read us yesterday" sounds her voice start learning today. Meanwhile I'm busy with my world thinking again why this economic gap is so far away why? This logic leads me to think why only people who have money and positions can enjoy this country. Though this country actually belongs to his people not who is who.
Tit tit tit my alarm alarm clocked at 5 pm learning has been completed with a prayer sapujagat sung enchanted by the children who learn to him yes him. "What are you talking about?" He asked me. "My name azri ya pangil aja oji kalo you" I asked back even though I already know his name ayis. "Ayis" replied briefly, "eh actually why you waiting for me" he continued again. "I admire you yis, actually every day I see you walking casually between busy human" I replied, "I do not understand your aura is different from people in most, really aura very cheerful and calm" I continued again. "Is it like that?" He asked again. "Yes" I replied while looking at the sky this afternoon afternoon sky. "May know since when did you start teaching this kid yis and why are you calling thugs with such fear?" I asked as he took a book that fell to the ground. "It's two very related things ya if since when I taught them maybe since two weeks ago, that time I found one of the children who was crying on the sidewalk" whisper started the story, "then I approached the boy why my deck, you do not know what the boy said? "he asked me and then I fried the sign did not know what the boy said. "The boy said if anybody want to teach me then I am, will not continue like this", then my heart was touched to listen to it and start the next day I started teaching them here yes maybe even though what I teach is just how to read or write but at least I've trying to help him "the story is long. "But where are the thugs?" I asked again. "I told you that this is related because they will be performed like slaves when there are thugs who know that here these children hide from their savagery" answered ayis briefly, "at least this is my attempt to help them and build this country" full of nods from me the sign of agreeing with what he said was the one who most intrigued me as well as the one who amazed me with what he did to build this country that seemed to have closed their eyes on the presence of those wandering loiters seeking lost protection over their greed of the representatives of the people who often falsely promise false promises and spread the word sweet words that never become a real or indeed they only spread a REAL LOVE.
Yes, I finally found out that his name was a woman who managed to take my attention with sincerity and his efforts to educate the successor of civilization of the nation that had never been noticed by the representatives of the people who might be joking with their baby to forget those CHILDREN who expect their help .
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