Dark Pearl from Mataram

My advisor at office just came back from Mataram, Nusa Tenggara Barat, Indonesia. She brought many souvenirs to us, as her staffs and volunteers. When I finished my ashar pray, she called me to give that souvenir. She said that that is a pearl from Mataram. I said, really? Well, she assured me with saying “of course!” . Hmm, I made smile on the lips. Well, thx Mom! It’s great to have a dark pearl from east. Did you know? The pearl’s mixed with green color from leaves accessories. It’s beautiful.

Pearl from Mataram. Actually I won’t discuss about the pearl, but the Mataram city. Because I don’t know is it the producer of pearls. Mataram is the capital of Nusa Tenggara Barat province. It has a beautiful view. Tourists most like to visit some great places here such as, Taman Sangkareang, Pantai Senggigi, and Cakranegara.

Hmm, actually, I also never visit there but im eager sometime. Hope so! I wanna see how beauty is it.

This is a story of my home, Indonesia. As you know the good things of it, Indonesia is a big country. Over 230 ethnic groups in 33 provinces store in this country. They have great culture and all of them are so astonishing. Indonesia with the people, Indonesia with their welcome. You would get the warmth of love and peace here.

Unfortunately, Indonesia is the poor country. Yes, we’re the poor. We’re the people who work and give the harvest to foreigner. We’re vulnerable people in rich country. We’re rich by the nature resources but we’re too stupid with our warmth. Sometime people take the benefit from our stupid. We pleased they come and take part in our gold mining in Jayapura. Then we get nothing exception for a little part. We pleased they come into our economic problem and gave some money as a gift (actually it’s an obligation, it’s a DEBT) then they ruined us with crisis of it. We’re too kind and those usurers are so good in their guile.

Also, Indonesian, sometime, is not the hard worker. We’re lazy nation. We have too much dreams without trying to approach them. We’re used being corruptor in every single sector, from the time to the money. We’re love to fighting with anyone. The students, from elementary school to the university, have good point in bullying, even the grown folks. This is the real that you have to know. I tell this because they won’t tell you in wikipedia or any webs of information. I tell you the truth, dude.

But overall, Indonesia is my home and would always be my home. I was born on this fatherland. I was born to build this great fatherland. And I was born to die here with all my love to this fatherland.

Thank you.

A Story by Siti Mukhtalifah

By. Siti Mukhtalifah

Once upon a time,there was a man lived on the bank of a river in Central Sumatera.His house lay between two Villages. He was a religious teacher.His name was Lebai. His living was both by teaching people and fishing. He was well known all over the two villages.

One day, the two rich families in the two villages were having a big party. Both of them invited him at the same hour of the same day. On the morning of the feast, Lebai was ready to attend the party by his boat. As a greedy man he thought hard before he went. he could not decide which village to visit first. it was because the one in the North of the river slaughtered only one buffalo, while the other in the South of the river slaughtered two buffaloes.

As the North was near his house, he rowed his boat upstream to the North of the river. On his way the thought that people there did not know him well, so they would not respect him very much. He turned to the downstream.because he would get much respect in the South,he could get two buffaloes’ heads. he thought again that they could not cook well. he kept thinking whether he went upstream or downstream. he turned his boat to the upstream. when he nearly reached the place,he saw some peoplewent back from the party. he turned his boat quickly to the downstream. Unfortunately,when he arrived there, He saw people leaving the house. he spent his time to go upstream and downstream until the feast over, He got nothing.