I hope this pictures can make us all nostalgic.

This is the pictures of MT’29 :

I’m sure we’ll be a SUPERTEAM not a SUPERMAN.
We are the one.
We are ready to challenge in front of us.
We’re

This story originated from the Dutch Military Aggression II in December 1948. These events make Sri Mulyani (Tika Project Pop) outcast from his hometown in Maguwo, Central Java. The innocent Sri wander up to the Panjen region and met with Indonesian guerrilla leader Captain Hadi Sugito (Gading Marten) who is opening enrollment of new members. She wants to join to save his father, who was arrested KNIL troops.

Together with Sri, Udjo, son of an aristocrat who turns traitor participate enroll because tricked Wiwid (Shanty), the idol girl of his heart. In addition, there Ahok (Odie Project Pop) and Tumino (Gugum Project Pop), youth villager from around the Panjen region. They were later joined by Toar (Yosi Project Pop) myopic youth from Sulawesi that has already become insurgents, Cpl Jono (Dwi Sasono) are often demoted, and Lieutenant Bowo (T. Rifnu Wikana), Captain Hadi Sugito right hand.

Before Sri and her friends get adequate skill for fight, troops under the command of Lieutenant KNIL Kuyt had attacked their base, Panjen village. Lieutenant Kuyt kidnapped Wiwid and her sister, Yayuk (Masayu Anastasia) caused anger to Cpl Jono and new members Panjen guerrillas.

Under the leadership of Cpl Jono, the military troops who lacks of experience daring escape from the headquarters to free their friends. By simply relying on information from Once (Oon Project Pop) Colonial Army soldiers who they seize, and paramilitary troops stormed the headquarters of Lieutenant Kuyt. As a result, they are pressed and then participate in captivity. Fortunately, Lieutenant Bowo with other Panjen troops followed and freed them.

Cpl Jono tantrum and his men had made Captain Hadi wrath. They were fired with no dignity. This makes them not included in a major offensive to Yogyakarta on March 1, 1949, led by Lieutenant Colonel Suharto. But the fighting spirit of the army Cpl Jono and wasted is not retroactive. Silently they move themselves to intercept the Dutch aid troops in a daring mission, they are known as elite troops Siliwangi forces, and also recorded a history as a reckless hero is not forgotten.

This musical comedy film genre does not seem monotonous and can make the audience laugh because of the behavior, the actions of reckless and humor of his players.
For this film I’m willing to give rated 9 / 10.

What is most awaited by a woman who had just married?
Surely the answer is: PREG-NANT

How far is any way to go, as heavy as any steps that must be swung, no matter how long the time that will be lived, do not know surrender in order to get an assurance of a midwife: PO-SI-TIVE.

Although heavy, nothing that makes it able to survive unless the seed in her womb.
Crying, laughing, sad and happy no different to her, because she is more interested in what her child felt in her stomach.
Often she asked :
Is he/she cry??
Is he/she laugh??
Is he/she sad or happy in there??

Even when the time comes, nothing can match the love that never gives, when it dies will be at stake as long as future generations can be born into world.
The pain was gone, when I heard the first cries of the baby, no matter the blood and sweat that kept streaming.
At that moment, an episode of love ….. just spinning.

Nothing is more proud to be discussed other than the child.
Not one of the most interesting themes to be discussed with co-workers, peers, relatives and family, except children.

When child had just saying “Mom?“, she immediately picked up the phone to preach to all that is in phone list.
When the first new stand, she was screaming hysterically, between the emotion, pride and a little frightened child falls and injuries.

The first day of school is the first time her eyes witnessed the first step of success. While at the same time, her mind continued to wander and loose lips could not pray, hoping that her husband never cease sustenance. For the small footsteps was not stopped in the middle of the road.

“For the sake of children“, “For children“, a major reason when she was in the market to shop for the little guy.
When she was in a party of a relative or a family and a few pieces of food wrapped in tissue.
She always remember in every mouthful rice, every bite of cake, each time going shopping for clothes for her child.
Not infrequently, she failed to buy clothes for herself and changed to take clothes for the children. In fact, just yesterday afternoon she bought baby clothes. Even though, sometimes she must owe. Again, on one reason, for the sake of children.

At the moment dizzy mind set which is too limited finances, check her notes.
In the small paper was written:
1. Buy milk children;
2. Child’s school fees.
The next sequence number only needs the other. But clearly there, the needs of children has always been a priority.

In fact, there is no rice at home was not why, as long as her baby’s milk still be bought. Never let her baby cry, nothing will be done so that the smiles and laughter still sound exhilaration.

She became a teacher who never paid, a maid who never paid, a waitress who is often forgotten is rewarded, and become the most loyal babysitters. Every now and then she transformed into a snow princess who sang melodious wait edits the prince.

The next day she seemed willing to be a horse neighing, running catch and banish the enemy so as not to interfere. Or when she was expertly into a rabbit hopping around the garden, looking for carrots to eat everyday. Only laughter and screams cute she wanted to hear of fairy tale stories that never absent be told.

Sleepiness and fatigue are no longer ignored, although must disguise voice her yawn with tiger’s roar. Or pretend she dropped dead witch ……… just to be able to close the eyes for a second. However, her child has not been closed and asked her to tell the tale to many. In sleepiness, she continues to storytelling.

Nothing is done at every morning before breakfast the children who will go to the campus.
Not one of the most awaited her return in addition to her husband and children. Necessarily the sentence, “Already eaten yet?” do not forget the time just flew into the house. No matter when the little one she often used to buckle in the embrace, it has now become adults who can buy their own lunch on campus.

Day when the child who has grown it is able to take important decisions in her life, to determine the path of life with his partner,
Who is best first to cry?
Who comes first shed tears?
Look at the corner of her eye, has become the ocean of tears in an instant.
Step willingly take her baby weight to the wedding seat. She cried to see her son smiling happily clad in a wedding dress. At that time, she was conscious, baby who for years became puddle outpouring of love was no longer just hers. There is one more that tethered heart, which he hoped in, “Shall you still my son?“

At dusk, when the wrinkles on the hands and face began to talk about her age.
She also realized that soon her time is over. Only one asked who often spoken from her lips, “When I died, I wanted my the children who bathe. I want you bathed me in your lap.”
Not only that, she was the priest’s body prayer request from one of her children. “So as not useless your mother educate you to become shalih & shalihah since childhood.” he said.

Oh mom, hopefully I can answer your wish later.
How could I do not want to meet your wish?
Since I was little mom has taught me the true meaning of love.

Mom is my love madrassas.
School that only have one subject, namely “LOVE“.
School that have only one teacher is “LOVER“.
School that all students were given a name “MY BELOVED“.

(This figure could be not only your mother, but also your wife, a mother of your children. Honor to your mother. Love your wife.)

I have Indonesian version from this article, you can download in here or here.

It’s really made me amaze to be placed in there. New place, new atmosphere, new life. I’m sure I can survive and be a better person, for myself and for those around me.

Success is a journey, not a destination. – Ben Sweetland

To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe. – Anatole France

The first and the most important step towards success is the feeling that we can succeed. – Nelson Boswell

Waallahu a’lam bi showab.