Riko was disappointed. With a dispirited gait, he headed home with a little question on his mind. Why didn’t the airplanes drop cookies from the sky? His father had told him, there used to be a “ship” that would come to their village to drop cookies for children.
Rico could only dream that someday he would be aboard a flying ship and would fly home with a lot of cookies.
Fifteen years later — thanks to his involvement in Orang Muda Putus Sekolah (OMPS – School Drop Out Youth) movement — that young man with curly hair was chosen to attended a local facilitator training organized by Kemitraan in Yogyakarta. This was the first time Riko actually flew on an airplane. Even though he was already 23, he had never been anywhere other than Pontianak. He was very nervous when he rst set his foot in an airplane cabin.
“Hmm, so this is how it feels to be Indonesian?” he mumbled.
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