Indonesian Human Problem Today

I say this is new as possible, all the Indonesian people want to be rich in material. If they can, as much as possible quickly become rich. This problem arises because the era of globalization that trap every man into consumer and commercial. To be human is consumptive and commercial, of course it takes a very big money. That's why everyone wants to be rich.

It is a reality now, Indonesia's human would feel to be human if it is able to live consumptive. They feel really existed and became man if able to shop as much as possible in a place of luxury. These erroneous views should be straightened out, but how do I make it right? Comrade, give me opinions and enlightenment.

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Sang Pratu

His name Patimah Lubay. From how to write the name Patimah with letters "P" instead of letters "F", you already can guess, from where it originated. Sundanese people do not seem to know the letters "F". For example, on the whole issue of mass media Sundanese language, the word "film" is always written into "pilem". It may be that parents intend to write the name of Fatima, but because his birth certificate registered in the Land of Sunda, then there was a typo, so that appears Patimah name.
Then Lubay, what's with Lubay?
Lubay not the name of a clan, but the name of one village in the interior of South Sumatra. His father originated from Kampung Patimah Lubay, and pinning Lubay name after name, Hassan. Be Hasan Lubay.
As most young Sumatra likes to wander, then Hasan Lubay had migrated to the island of Java. Why should to Java, because Java is more advanced than the other islands in Indonesia, and as word DN Aidit G30/S/PKI movie filmed in Arifin C. Noer, Java is the key. If you want to master Indonesia, then Take control of Java first. Even the view circulating among the young people of Sumatra, if you want to live in prosperity, work in Java. That's the view of those who live in the era preceding still closed. But we are now entering the era of information due to the success of the technologists to create tools of communication and information department konvergentif.
Now, to live in prosperity does not necessarily work in Java. In fact, quite a lot of people are disappointed and suffer with life on the island of Java. Accumulation of disappointment and suffering, exploding so anger, and anger that grew into being a crime everywhere. You can see yourself on television, a variety of crime and other moral crimes flourish like mushrooms in the rainy season, and with a new type, and with a larger scale, also the culprit is not only poor, but among them are officials who are lecherous, or rotten politicians.
In 1968, Hasan eventually stranded at Cimahi, one of the concentration of army training center in the region of West Java. Since 2007, Cimahi City has developed into an equal with the city of Bandung. Feeling has a high body with a large and thick mustache like Salvador Dali mustache, Hasan was applying for the army. Lady Luck favors him, and he was received with the lowest rank, Private I (Private).
At that time of upheaval is the result of the fight against the communist ideology and nationalist Islamist ideology. The battle was won by an ideology that is not clear on his face. But vagueness can face wrapped with a phrase that precise, accurate, as well as magic, ie: Pancasila.
Now faces are not clear shape it, revealing a true self, a face which adopts liberalism wrapped with all the hypocritical behavior. For years the face mask made of Pancasila as the liberals who also embrace feudalism kingdom. So he became the king who ruled with his heart as free wills.
Stop. I do not mean to tell about ideology, and altogether less interested in talking about it. That the affairs of politicians. I will return to the main rail, which is the story of Hasan Lubay selembaran journey which has now become The Private First Class.
This is her story. Prior to 30 September 1965 incident, the PKI is very intense action execution. One of the stories are always crammed into the ears of students by teachers of Pancasila Moral Education, that the behavior of the PKI is justifies any means to achieve goals. The majority of Indonesian people are Muslims, and for a Muslim is not allowed to justify any means. Even to achieve a good goal, it should be pursued in ways that good. People who become restless Muslim majority. Then standing between the people of unrest is the Army, where historical records, when Muso PKI uprising erupted in Madison, the Army come forward to quell the rebellion of the PKI. Since then, the PKI and the Army so hostile. Action Party in the '60s were, face to face with the strength of the Army. As the 1965 tragedy erupted, the Army again won the battle. In order not to appear again the danger latin imported from the Soviet ideology, the Army wanted to crush the entire strength of PKI to the roots.
Under the command of the Army, the soldiers were deployed to neutralize the entire region NKRI. Hasan company also received orders to clean the city of Bogor. Hasan depart with a feeling of confusion. However, those days the atmosphere is chaotic. The story of the kidnapping of seven generals who continue to murder and burying his body in an old well Crocodile Hole, gave birth in the eyes of the public perception that the PKI was barbaric. It could be happening in Bogor is a battle against the PKI lackeys who still have guns, because as reported by the mass media, farmers 'and workers' ranks who are members of the PKI, has been equipped with weapons. The war might erupt in Bogor, and war everywhere proclaim the dictum: Kill or be killed. Means that Hasan had to kill when not wish to be killed.
Elsewhere, a sweet girl was leading the women's organization meeting of suspected PKI underbow organization. Receiving information from the public about the meeting of that organization, Hasan companies move there, and laid siege to them. Hasan cold gun touched the back of her with severity. Hasat dragged her by force to the nearest office of the Police Sector. Sure hasan never thought that the Chief of Police Sector where she will interrogated, no other is the girl's father.
Can you imagine the shame that must ditanggungkan by the Private First Class who had vagrancy son of a police officer because of incorrect information received?
In the sea can be expected, in the heart who knows. Instead of feeling ashamed and guilty about it, the seeds of love grow and blossom further. Alternating days, and the child's feelings Kampung Lubay it against the girl who ditodongi rifle on his back, so mixed between awe and fear, between the shame as well as jealous. Amazed because she seemed more glittering, as well as fear that the feeling is more tapered. Shame because with the rank of soldier I and official clothes tattered, it feels too bold if you have to walk towards the police officers and blue-blooded as well.
However, the Private First Class was also jealous, because she now has a closeness with others that a company of soldiers. In terms of physical appearance, the Private was defeated by his friend. But there is one opportunity that is open, his best friend turned out to lack the courage to express his feelings to the girl. These opportunities are actually utilized by the Private First Class to start immediately steal. Capitalize courage and his battered rifle, the Private First Class Kapolsek came home to apply for the girl. As was reading Sapta Marga, the Private First Class with the point firmly and loudly.
Kapolsek shocking. He absolutely did not expect, was only a Private First Class who dared to apply for their children. Unbearably sad. But he remembered his oath, his son will be given to anyone who dared to ask him directly and male. During this time, many who approached her son. Police officer, certainly there. Successful merchant or a wealthy farmer, was also there. Not missed a bank employee or civil servant. But they all do not have the guts to face with a blue-blooded Police Captain anyway. What say, brave terhanya only a foreigner from Kampung Lubay the rank of Private First Class.
I do not know how the responses you guys about the story above. For me, meeting the two men that began with the hold-up weapon, certainly was unique, and probably deserved to make a movie scenario.

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Lakes Oil

This is the first time I will make fried rice alone for 35 years of my life. What do you say, as women, for 35 years I've never even cook fried rice. Now I'll make it for dinner my husband.

I have been slicing onions and garlic for the marinade, and has pour into the skillet coconut oil. Just as I would pour the onion that has been sliced, suddenly there was a voice of rebuke for me to reduce the palm oil from skillet. 

"Why?" I asked.
"You want to make fried rice or what to do?" My husband asked.
"So what?" Again I ask.
"It's mostly oil."
 
I felt in my fingers, the touch of her fingers. And he took the implant out of my hand, and take control. He also started to reduce oil from the skillet. I considered, oil has been pretty much reduced, so I immediately responded.
 
"Stop, enough," I said.
 
But my husband did not care. He could not help reduce oil from the skillet, until you see it now live a little oil. I too complain.
 
"That's enough, dear. Do you want to make toasted rice, "I said, tenderly. Now my husband stopped, and immediately pour the onion that has been sliced, grumbling, "This is still mostly oil."
 
"Come on, let me go on."
 
Now I re-take control in cooking. According to the general view of Indonesian society, a wife is a commander in the kitchen. Logical consequence of this general view, then a wife must be good at cooking. More precisely, should be able to make a delicious meal. A wife is not good at cooking, get a rating that is less good. There are plenty of prejudice that can be addressed to a wife who not good at cooking. About this presumption, I'll tell you next time.
 
Now I'm starting to spill rice that was I prepared to be fried. I was immediately stirred, and gave him salt to taste. Then pour kecep to the pan, and immediately kuaduk rice.
Now crush, fried rice has been cooked, and I'm ready to lift from the pan to pour into the dish. Before I answered, my husband interrupted.
 
"Wait, let tasted first, what was quite tasty," he said.
 
In my heart I grumbled, why this man knowingly. I remember my father, man Pelmbang origin. My father never cook. So I also have a conventional view, as is generally the people of Indonesia, namely that the husband would not know how to cook. But this is my husband, really nag really a man, also a diributkannya about cooking.
 
But I've overdo take seciduk implant fried rice, and has pour into the dish. My husband immediately took the implant from hand. I relented, and soon kusantap seciduk fried rice that had been pour into the dish. Now my husband took a bit of fried rice which I had made, and poured it into the palm of the hand. I saw my husband a little too hot, and I grinned, but he did not care, and immediately eat fried rice in the palm of his hand. Visible expression of his face, he was pondering the taste of fried rice. Dikerutkannya forehead, a sign he was thinking.
 
"Less salt," he said.
 
He took the salt, and pour into the skillet with the way sown evenly. He asked, is there a petcin. I take pecin from its place, and I handed him. He also poured pecin and immediately stir fried rice. He tasted more fried rice that way before, taken a little from the pan and poured into telapal hand, then disuapkan into her mouth. What dishes do indeed taste like that, I thought mumble.
 
Now he picked up all the fried rice from the pan and poured into the dish. "Let me taste you," he said.
I even tasted it.
 
"Hmmmmm, nice," I said.
 
I say it honestly, fried rice that has been added salt and given pecin it taste better, really tasty on the tongue than the fried rice before plus salt and given pecin. Often I hear, many men who are good Sundanese cooking.  
Now I prove it, my husband was able to cook, at least cook fried rice.
 
He did not spend that fried rice.
 
"Why?" I asked.
"Full," he said.
"You have a lot to eat honey, let me fat. You look better if not skinny, "I said.
 
About eight months ago, the first time I met her, her body is not as thin as it is today. Now my husband's body thin, looks very thin. Obviously because a lot of issues that must he faced. I do not want told menderanya problems. My story, will kukembalikan on fried rice.
 
When I noticed in several meals together, for the size of a man, my husband is not much to eat. And the rest of the fried rice handed to me, immediately kusantap. Actually I'm not hungry. But I've spent well, useless if not finished.
 
"How does it feel?" He asked.
"It's good, yes good, but too much oil," I said.
"Lah, you own that asks a lot of oil. Earlier still will kukurangi, but you said enough. What will happen to try, if I had not cut its oil? " I grinned.
 
Why I poured cooking oil so much, this is not about just knew it or not, but about reason enough privacy and essential. I'll tell you later, why I was so fond of coconut oil poured a lot into the pan.

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