THE PRINCE OF THE SUBCONSCIOUS
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Dodo, can't live and die in his homeland, no!! Increasingly, life is too stifling for him and the average person. Until he promises it is better to die in a distant village, as long as it is not in Bali. Imagine his body to be delivered to the god nirvana with the fire ngaben, which danced with the waves. An honorable death was just an impossible wishful thinking he had, by prayer alone, perhaps it was already too special.

The old man was murdered for receiving land for free from an illegal peasant organization accused of confiscating land and distributing it to landless farmers like the old man. The political issues in the area returned to the ears of the villagers. The law of the jungle seized people who entered the spirit of animism that is believed to be conservative society. The landlords, who were victims of illegal logging, saw a new sun rising to reclaim their lands.

Thus, one morning the father of the dodo was dragged to the edge of the hole, his nape was hit by a crowbar, and with the body of the farmer, he was filled, without prayer, supposedly tears. Elsewhere, in the most violent melee, children join their fathers in a pit. Dodo lucky. The tears of her children became her rescuer. The landowner allowed him to occupy his parents' old hut. She will be the maid in the landlord's house.

This bright afternoon, sitting resting in the shade of the vine-slung leaves. Dodo glances at the expelling land. He saw the shadow of his childhood running on the moor, while his father and mother worked the land with the passion of a true farmer. The shadow which then sows into the black that it wants, it sows deep. He dreamed of his old days in a faraway village and went home with all his prayers.

Although, not finished elementary school, he knew there was a land called foreign village. Where the people of the village, build a new life without abandoning customs and customs. He wanted to die there with a simple prayer.

Since long he collected information about the village that is far from his dreams, including a fairly complete road map. The map was obtained from a long-distance bus kernet. He also made news clippings that he pulled from the market. But it was the map that captured his interest. At night, before going to bed he spread it out on his bed, wide. Like an ant he walked down a road that connected his hometown with the faraway village of his dreams.

By using the bar, I do not know how many times have drawn a straight line from his village to the port near there. Five hundred meters, Ahh!!! Usually he was drowned with questionable delusions. How long that distance will be covered by creeping from one stop point to another. The anxiety usually ends with a good sleep.

Most of the time, he imagined how daunted his heart would be on the ferry that would take him across the vast ocean, he would explore the expanse of water that separated his hometowns and his dream village. He trembled because he would wade the son of the ocean, not a glimmer of water as widely as the times behind his master's house.

A prayer is more powerful than a wave. The distance of land and sea what does it mean for the determination to be ready to die. The heart-wrenching Dodo set out with years of savings, a male kintamani dog and an ape. Male anyway. Loaded cash, faux leather bags containing clothes and sarongs. Two head caping. Two pairs of flip-flops.

That is how the adventure began, without saying goodbye to anyone. This was not a revenge against the landlord who had usurped the power of the land owned by his father. For him, who wants to die honorably, it is very uncomfortable to have to live in the landlord's house. Feels like thousands of eyes watching if he takes revenge for his father's death. The storm of feeling was better to end quietly, without further ado.

A thick and cold night paraded the dodo and his friends, they together settled down to leave the village. When the last firefly silenced the phosphorus from its body to welcome the light of the ground, the dodo and his traveling companion arrived at the edge of the paved road. The luster of the car lights made his heart beat. That was the bus he was waiting for. A little nervous, he brandished, hinting at the bus to stop.

According to the beliefs of the ancestors, semeru is the dwelling place of the spirits. Whatever comes out of here is entitled to nirvana, eternal life.

Dodo had been told that, only after the entry of soldiers from outside the island, ahead of the closing of the military action, the massacre of those accused of being just makar and only deserved to be killed instantly, he said, like a sick animal. Including his father, according to him, humans also have such diseases called abominations.

Upon his arrival there, immediately look for the base of building materials. He bought a dolken bar, it was difficult to find a kaling bucket, but eventually he found a used can also on a flea trader. The can he wrapped with rubber so that it became a tambur. While the dolken rod he pulled every distance as short as possible.

With the device, along with his two friends, he forms a simple musical performance that he thinks can make money. Because the three of them must also need to eat to survive. He is very abstinent to be a beggar or a scavenger who eats from the food of even stale scraps picked up in the trash.

It is not imagined that if he had to work as low as that, or even more impossible to be a thief or a robber, he was very never taught to do such a heinous deed, forcibly depriving others of their rights. It was not a behavior that reflected a noble lineage. Surely his father there would be very disappointed if he did so.