Love Indonesia... (17an edition...)

Month of August, should be have special meaning to our people. Though the respons isn’t quite the same like the celebration fourth of July. But I always notice something special about this month, yeaa make my love upon this nation grow even bigger. Albeit many people mocking or insulting this country failure holding up their image, in front of its own people. Either when all nations questioning our ability to recover, my love to this nation is raise greater.
Don’t bother to deny that this country indeed have major problems in all cases. Merely when we found the spirit of it’s people struggle for better life, my love heave up to the higher level. One thing for sure that make me love this country is the people I’ve seen and lived with.
I was amazed and still, every time I saw Mrs Karta her husband and their only grandchild carry more than 50 kg bananas and cassava on their each back, few hours before dawn to the traditional market which only 8 km away from their home. The fall of wet dew and soft cold breeze become their closest friend, to begin their day. I know this family better, cause sometimes Mr Karta give a big help at my place dealing with all unwanted grass at the yard. In his nearly 80s, work isn’t a burden. In fact, he thought his muscle will start aching if he stays at home n doing nothing. Same quote I found from mrs Karta’s too.
Though I believe their income from selling bananas and cassava ain’t enough to provide good meal for the entire family. But I hardly found them grumbling about this condition, in fact they always remind me about being “nrima ing pandum”. Which means accept each role that God given to them without complaining. They believe that God already create a big plan in their life, so they just fit in with it and do the best to adjust with it. Adjust means, stay humble and do better their role in this life .
This two old couple give me a clear vision, that our people ain’t lazy or obstinate as others said. Sadly, sometimes our own people concur with this hilarious idea, and also pointing their finger at their own brothers. Sounds pathetic but it happen, while I’d rather see everything that happen on this country in a clear and bright spectacle. To watch single tiny effort from everybody around me try to fit in their role in life, indeed make me more in love with this people.
I hardly found any despair in their eyes, I only found stream of wet sweat falling from their forehead and their hands. They only offer something positive, hope that they’re doing the best that they could. How can I not be fall in love to this people? I would become a foolish if I dare to underestimate my own people who encourage me everyday to play to best role in life.
In this August, I try to remind you, that we’ll never able to manipulate our identity as a mighty and sedulous Indonesian. I proudly said, that I’m 100% indonesian, 25% javanesse, 25% aceh+malay, 25% borneo’s dayak, 25% non-native immigrant from arab. That will be a great reason why i couldn't get easily drawn into ethnocentrism. And my biggest intention is to meet each of my brother out there, to show how proud and lucky I am to have their blood in me. As well as I will try the best to make them proud for sharing their blood in me 