A HARD FATHER, so all her children think of Markoni. Markoni was aware of it, but could not change it. The militant system implemented at home is the result of the greatest regret in his life, which no day passes without regretting it, ie not having had high school.
In fact, his father was a capable man and once said something that further adds to Markoni's chest tightness, that if Markoni wants to go to school, his father, Mr. Razak, who is a Shah's Shah, is willing to pay for his schooling anywhere.
"If you need to mortgage the house." Heard in Markoni's ear the sentence.
Mr. Razak is eager for Markoni to follow in his footsteps in the maritime field. Markoni was named so as to be a ship markonist.
"Markoni is a distinguished, officer on the ship, his only marker boss is only a captain," his father encouraged the markonis.
His father was heart-felt, great hope, because he knew Markoni really very intelligent. Seeing his son, Mr. Razak envisioned Marchese Guglielmo Marconi, a top Irish Irish scientist, the first man capable of carrying a cordless message across the Atlantic. Undeniable for the safety of the ship, for mankind.
Mr. Razak dreamed of people calling his eldest son, spark, a cool call for a radio officer, a radio officer, like Kep's cool call, to a boat captain. For that, Markoni must enter the Radio Perwirra School of Shipping in Tasikmalaya, aih, dashing. However, unfortunately a thousand dear, Markoni chose the way of life as a bastard.
Only the first year of junior high school he was smoking. Short sleeves are rolled up high, mending if the arms are muscular. Long hair cuts on the back. Similar to the parrot tail. One trait of the child is promising. Bolos school is his hobby. All the values that the Indonesian pioneers of education had expelled had been blatantly exposed in broad daylight. Not knowing what gets into him, parents are always enemies, lessons learned, teachers are resisted. It is a miracle he can finish STM, majoring in electricity.
Indeed, the markony went to Tasikmalaya and entered the radio school, but his work is playing games.
"Just two years, be patient," his father told her to finish the D-2 school. However, there is no patience in Markoni. He went back to Belitong, instead of carrying a diploma, he brought his wife.
Soon his father died and that was when Markoni got the real life slap. Bear wife and child, without parental support, no job, no experience, no adequate diploma. Cold water in a glass of boiling variety, Markoni describes the crisis of his life to a friend.
Applying for a job here and there refused. This business failed, the business was declining. Indeed there are job vacancies on ships, shipping companies or vacancies in the electrical mechanical parts of local hospitals, but require a minimum degree of baccalaureate diploma.
Must be a family, Markoni can not and should not give up. The opening of food stalls, folded out, food stalls, out of capital, motorcycle workshop, more expenses than income, footpath, taxable uber Pamong Praja Police, vegetable stalls, traffic jams, selling satam stones, gibberish, selling meatballs, losing rivals, selling kerosene, hit by police brackets, gambling tails, fear of fire.
His musical instrument rental ends horribly because the hicksters of Belize, who want to learn rock music treats guitars like paddles, drums like mattresses that can be beaten as hard as bones, and organs like one cake dough, baseball string to break, imagine that! Bass strings to break! Perhaps it was for the first time in the history of international music. The endless tragic musical instrument endeavor affects Markoni's trust in musicians and has his own feelings for the Belgians.
Written debt to the loan shark and having to deal with rough people, Markoni is dead flea and begins his father's words first transformed into a ghost.
His heart was sick to see his friends who had attended school in Tasikmalaya had become Ship officers. Muhtadin whose STM time could not answer the exam if he did not give a cheat sheet, has now become the Head of Education Office. Torn of Markoni's heart. People say, Markoni is always unlucky because the same with his father. The law of karma must apply. In his father's tomb, Markoni apologized.
The only hope of staying Abu Dhabi. Once his friend had offered him a job as a truck driver in a country that supposedly that summer people can fry eggs on the asphalt road. Markoni could not stand the heat of his life, his heart was his ears, his head was hot enough. The heat makes it uncomfortable. However, he was cornered with no other choice.
Wondered Markoni at the coffee shop. Her eyes were staring at the children who flocked from school. It was painful to imagine himself as a schoolboy, always treacherous to his father. His father's face was dazed, if he could turn the clock.
However, seeing the schoolchildren, Markoni suddenly thought of something, something great! Quickly he came out of the coffee shop and stood on the side of the highway to look closely at the group of school children. One great educational theory is strung together in his head. Markoni jumped cheerfully. That's a eureka moment!
Educational theory that stems from the assumption that the spirit of people to childless never subsided, consequently more and more school students, automatic teachers will be more and more. From the point of view of the business, it only meant one thing - the demand for papers, books, and everything in the form of prints, cards, forms, posters, leaflets must have increased. She saw her own son, still in elementary school, but had at least forty books. The printing business will be booming.
Markoni jumped up and down. He wants to be involved in the government's efforts to educate the nation's life. The next day he immediately sold the musical instruments that had been abused by the musicians. The proceeds were immediately used to start a new business: printing bricks.
