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Unfinished Journey (episode 3)
By: Muhammad Jusuf*
January 3, 1973, my uncles, nephew, grandmother, and other relatives, about 100 peoples, relatives from my mother sides, and also relatives from my father side were stand in the waiting hall in Sepinggan Airport, Balikpapan. Today was a historic days for my entire families, because our family went to move to Jakarta. My father had to move on his duties to Jakarta. That was why my relatives, my grandmother and others relatives had to cheers to say “good by’’ to my family.
Event my father an infantry sergeant soldier, but we had flight to Jakarta by private airlines company of Bouraq. The Airplane was a Dakota’s with two propellers on his two wings. The airplane capacity only for 40 passengers, and the airplane was not empty yet, because they have one pilot, one co-pilot, and four cabin crew, and 10 of my families, father, mother, and 8 of my brothers and sisters, four sisters and four brothers. Of course the airline chairs was not comfortable like the current airline sofa, because the Airplane chairs was made from simple thin leather.
Event this travel was the travel moving for our entire family, but this travel was not the first time to me to visit to Jakarta, because in 1970, two years earlier, I accompanied my father who went to Jakarta to check and to hospitalized in Cikini Hospitals in Central Jakarta. My father was hospitalized in Cikini Hospital around 3 months to recover for his long stomach disorder. Thanks to God Almighty, because my father recover from his long sickness, and because in my father hospital room, there were four peoples whose were also the same sickness type, but only my father survived, because tree other patients were passing a way cause by not discipline on their diet. As soldiers, my father, name Agusno, was a discipline person. The first months in the Hospitals, my father only drink milk, and the second months he was only eat and drank milk mix with corn mush. And the third months he had only eat rice mush mix with vegetables, especially amaranth. Tree other peoples in the same room in Cikini Hospital were passing a way, because event the medical doctor was advice them to eat the ingredients like my father was eats, but they had eats everything, from chicken to steak and to smoked in the room when the doctor was not on duty in the room.
We were flight to Jakarta around 09.00 local times, and we arrived two hours later in Kemayoran Airport Jakarta. Major Dumyati, my father colleagues and his wife and his only one son has already stand by in the Kemayoran Airport. He was rent a box car to bring my hall family. Mr Dumyati himself was drove his FIAT compact small car.
Mr Dumyati brought us to small motel in Jatinegara, East Jakarta. Our family stays in motel around tree months, before we went to move to Infantry dormitories or small military houses complex like a small dormitory in Cililitan areas, East Jakarta. The military complex has only has one room, so my father should build another one small room in the second floor in order to secure his 10 peoples in two rooms.
A few days later, my father registered my to Junior High School, namely SMP Negeri XIV (Government own State Junior High School Number 15) in Jatinegara areas, East Jakarta. 1970’s, the density of Jakarta only have a 4 millions peoples where the pedicab (tricycle) were dominant mode transportations beside the public bus and small taxi car.
One of the most historic to my hall life was when I had attended a second year at Junior High School, because on 15 January 1974, a riot broke out in Jakarta after a mass student protest turned violent. That was my teacher give an announcement to the students that they had to return their home earlier than the school time program to avoid any violent or any riots victims.
Malari incident was a mass student protest that turned into a riot wher