Thursday, September 22, 2011

Another 3-In-1 Jockey Story

A three-in-one car jockey can be considered not only as an economy generalization, but also  social disease. Economy generalization because it’s a process of alms while social disease means enable to enlarge many jobless people in this country and in-fertilizes rules. But in fact, this kind of  ‘job’ has become earn-of-living for hundreds of  people who always think that seeking for a real job is absolutely difficult. And it’s allowable.

A Black tight overcast hung  over  to the sky and it looked darker as well. A nice silver Honda Jazz was running slowly,  paused its way headed to a young teenager who was  standing by himself  in  fronf of  Education Department Bulding on Gatot Soebroto  street. With a little grin on his face, he opened and got into the car. He was a three-in-one car jockey.

His name was Tison  (it  reminds  me of  the most popular boxer ever ‘Si Leher Beton’ ). In the morning and afternoon (during three in one time) he always stood there observing every single car. If there was someone looked driving alone, he immediately waved his fingers. A  kind of signal that he would be ready to be used  as a car jockey and might prevent the car’s owner from getting trouble with the police because of traffic violation.

“I’ve been being a car jockey  since I was ten. Now I’m seventeen. At the first time I just follow my friends,” he said. Besides being a three-in-one jockey Tison also turning a finger as a street singer nearby traffic light on Mampang Street. He conceded  being a car jockey has its own advantages, “I do not have to tied down by the working-hours like other people have to, and  every day I  can feel different sensations of riding up in different cars. Once I’d been a car jockey for an  actress, but I forgot her name because it was happened a few months ago. It was  a red  luxurious car but didn’t know its brand, she gave me fifty thousand  until Kota region, for the minimum fare  is ten thousand  maybe the most luxurious car that I’ve ever rode ,” he added with pure mimic on his face.

Being a car jockey was not easy as people thought, because according to Tison most car owners were too picky in choosing a jockey. “They won’t pick a disheveled jockey and impressed dirty,” Tison said. The original young teen from Aceh also told about his twice bitter experiences when some security officers caught and dragged him to the reformatory building at Kedoya, West Jakarta. “Thank God, I’ve never come through with a stroke  even for once, because one of my Jockey friends have to feel it. Slapped at his face by them.” he said again.

Not quite a long heavy downpour showered Gatot Subroto area and the jockey business must be postponed for a while. Tison immediately made a trot through paces heading across to the ojek-pool which was located next to the  Kartini Hall Building that covered by shady trees. Fastly his hands took  a tousled plastic out from his bag then put it  on  to his head. “ So, this is one of the risks of  being a three-in-one car jockey, I can’t get any money, if the rain still falling down.” He murmured a bit shivered. Tison said  that he would be able to pocket  eighty thousands in each day of ‘working’ as a car jockey. But the highest income that he ever made in a day is one hundred thousands, “It was only happened once when fasting month a year ago,” added a young teenager who had a dream he could be an army oneday.


A 17-year-old boy who only finished his school until sixth grades of elementary school stated that he always noticed the entourage of Vice President’s cars glided  on his jockey-working  area, “Almost everyday I see Boediono’s car  go through on here around 6:30 pm, maybe  because of his  house is located not far away from here,” with a little enthusiastic Tison explained. When he got asked how could he know that the cars were escorting the Vice President, a reasonable answer came out from his mouth, “Because  many cars and polices tagg along with him, all I know mostly dignitaries are always surrounded  by lots of guardians.” He stated.

Tison’s words were proved. Several minutes later, two military polices with complete uniforms wrapped by coats, stopped their big bikes over the curve between Kuningan and Mampang Prapatan strip lines that  half of it inundated with water. By stretching their hands, they secured the area where The Vice President would pass through. Due to the protocoler reason, all the riders sychronously halted their cars and motorbikes paces. And for about a minute faintly from the distance, strident siren of  the  safety military unit’s cars roaring in the middle of pouring-rain, escorting the honorable Vice President. like usually Tison always did, he just standing still, staring at those cars with his plain eyes.(Nsri)

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