POV: Kamu hidup sebagai Kasim (Dinasti Qing)

Your life began in a poor village during the King's dynasty. You are the fifth son of a farmer who owes more than his teeth. In these days, your career choices are very limited. You die of starvation because you failed to harvest, die in a bandit's trap, or take a fast path towards the elite of the kingdom. One day, your father looks at you with a full of love for capitalism and says,

Nah, demi keluarga, maukah kamu menjadi PNS di istana? Kamu yang baru berusia 10 tahun langsung mengangguk gembira, membayangkan baju sutra, makanan lezat, dan kemewahan istana. Kamu belum tahu bahwa untuk masuk ke lowongan kerja ini, syarat utamanya bukan CP yang bagus atau sertifikat tufel, melainkan mengorbankan masa depanmu.

Welcome to the knife handler studio aka the extreme professional sunat specialist. There is no modern anesthesia here. Instead, you are given a warm opium tea that tastes like a cup of tea and chili soup to keep you aware. Because if you faint, you can't give the last verbal agreement.

The cutter asks for the last time, will you regret it? Your father in the corner answers, no, for the sake of the money that is in front of his eyes. And zap. The method of the Chinese Empire is an all-in-one package. Not only testis, but all your command sticks are cut off evenly with the stomach. After the operation, a piece of bone is inserted into your kidney as an emergency catheter.

You were then taken to walk around the room for three hours without being stopped by two assistants. Why? So that your blood does not freeze and you do not die at that time. For the next three days, you were locked in a dark room without drinking a drop of water. On the third day, the angst was removed. If you can cough, you are safe. You are safe from infection and officially become a lover. If you can't cough, well...

At least your family doesn't have to feed the fifth child anymore. Oh, and one important thing, the pieces you had weren't thrown away. The item is stored in a glass jar filled with special oil called "bao" or "har-ta-ka-run". The item will be stored by your senior as a guarantee of loyalty.

After recovering, you finally enter the forbidden city. This place is beautiful, grand, and contains thousands of beautiful women owned by the emperor who are forbidden to touch you. Not only because of the rules, but because you don't have the tools. You are a man who is safe in the eyes of the emperor to protect his servants.

But don't expect to hold an important position right away. You started your career from the bottom. Kasim, the cleaner of dirt. Your daily task is to clean the pisspots of the slums, sweep the corridor for 5 km in the middle of the snowstorm, and receive a hit of bamboo stick from senior Kasim every time you make a small mistake. Like wrong, step or forget to kneel when the slum is closed.

low level of career here is similar to a modern corporate warehouse the difference is that your boss has the right to keep your head if he is in a bad mood due to hormone changes after surgery your voice changes to high pitch your skin does not grow a beard and you experience a problem with your genital control. Yes, you often get together unintentionally

So, the smell of a kassim is not an expensive perfume, but a smell of a pising that is equivalent to cheap powder.

Five years of cleaning the piss pot and sweeping the snow has changed Bocah 10 years old who is now a 15-year-old teenager who is cynical. You realize if you only work hard honestly, you will only end up as an old man who dies of cold in the corner of the corridor. The palace is not a place for honest people. This is a political circus.

the most deadly in the world. To be able to climb the ladder, you arrange your own corporate strategy through several crucial phases. The first strategy is to learn to read.

The majority of Kasim who enter the palace are poor, illiterate children. You see this as a market opportunity. When other Kasim use their time to gamble or make a fortune, you feed a senior Kasim who is in charge of the imperial library with the salary you save for months. The purpose is to learn to read and write classic Mandarin characters.

As a result, you are no longer just a muscle that sweeps the floor, but a rare asset that can read secret documents, write love letters and write down the palace inventory.

The second strategy is to find a mentor. In an forbidden city, you will not be able to survive without protection. You start approaching the leader of the faction, a man with a sharp tongue whose position is being shaken by ambitious juniors. You become his loyal dog, massage his legs, chew his food to make sure there is no poison, and become his eyes for his personal interests.

In the palace, loyalty is the most expensive commodity. When you prove that you can hold the dirty secret of your mentor, you automatically become his right hand. Entering the age of 20 years, when the old mentor is finally not because of a mysterious death, you are the one who stands in the front to take over all the network of information.

Third strategy, take advantage of the golden momentum. Your age is now 25 years old and every successful career needs one breaking moment. Your moment comes when the leaf is rising will be trapped by his rival with the accusation of using magic.

They hide the Santa doll under the bed of the slur way. Through the network of your eyes in the kitchen, you know the plan. Not reporting to the prime minister, you choose to play beautifully. You take the doll quietly at night. You move it to the slur room of the opponent who planned the trap.

The next day, the palace was destroyed. The revolt initiated by the rival turned out to destroy himself. Selirwei was saved from execution, while his enemy was dragged to the court of Gantung.

Selirwe, who is now the most influential woman in the back pavilion, looks at you kneeling on the marble floor. He knows you are the angel of his guardian who is cold-blooded. At your 25th year, Selirwe takes you as the head of the pavilion.

You rise from the floor, tidy up your new suit, and smile thinly. The dirty cleaner's Kasim is dead. Now the only one left is the one who controls the courtyard of the palace. The fourth strategy is to monopolize information.

After holding a pavilion of silk, you start building an informal information ministry. You know exactly which Kasir likes to steal the palace's lily, which minister has a debt of justice outside the city wall, to the secret that the emperor is actually suffering from insomniac disease. You don't use this information to be rough. You use it elegantly, giving tips to

to the kitchen maid about the food that the emperor likes when he is stressed or whisper to the outside officials about the atmosphere of the emperor's heart that day you become the key opinion leader in the palace everyone needs you so that their heads stay on their necks with intelligence, empathy and courage to risk their lives, you finally managed to take a good step towards the next phase

Twenty years have passed since the event of the Santet doll in the Selirwey pavilion. Thanks to your loyalty, Selirwey has now climbed the ladder to become the Emperor of the Maisuri, and you, of course, followed along to climb with him to the top of the palace food chain as the head of the Maisuri's residence.

di usiamu yang kini menginjak hampir kepala lima kamu bukan lagi Kasim ingusan yang gemetaran langkah kakimu di atas lantai marmer istana begitu tenang berwibawa dan mematikan sekarang kamulah gerbang menuju kekuasaan jenderal-jenderal perang berkumis tebal dan menteri-menteri harus mengantre di koridor malam menyelip

put gold bars and gold coins into your sultry dress only for one thing so that you can whisper their names with a sweet note in the emperor's ear you become very rich outside the palace wall you have a large, spacious mansion and even adopt several boys from your family to continue your background a desperate effort from a man who knows that the

His descent has been broken forever. The most expensive sutra and the best gaharu wangian cannot hide the curses that rattle in your body. Without male hormones, the fullness approaches you in a strange way. Your face is wrinkled without any wrinkles.

and your high-pitched voice is like the sound of a night owl. The problem of severe stomach ache forces your patient to sprinkle expensive bedak every hour to suppress the smell of urine that often comes out from behind your clothes. And what is colder than the cold weather is the paranoia that rubs your chest.

Every night, you stare at young Kasim-Kasim who sweep your room with eyes full of suspicion. You see yourself who was once in their hungry eyes. You know it, behind the barricade of the Takzim, they are just waiting for you to be lazy to put poison in your soup to seize your position as the head Kasim.

All good things will end, especially in ancient China, where the dynasty changed as quickly as the social media trend. The emperor rose and the rebels burned the palace. In the night, your power evaporated. You were expelled from the palace only with clothes on your body and one thing that is most valuable to your life, a cap.

plus you have a house that you built with an expensive price from the palace storage room you spend your rest of your life in an old mansion, especially a Kasim pension your body is wrinkled, your bones are damaged because you often kneel for 40 years

When death finally picked you up at the age of sixty years on a hard brick bed, there was no family mourning or grand funeral. However, some of the remaining old men gathered around your stiff body to do their last job. With a fluttering smile, they opened the glass jar that you always stuck tightly in your chest.

Using the thread and thread, they re-sewn the cut of your childhood to its original place, among the body's branches. This last ritual is the only respect left for you. Because according to belief, if you face the Creator in the afterlife in an incomplete physical condition, you will be cursed to be a cursed spirit and thrown away forever.

You must return to being a whole man when you enter the earth, even though throughout your life you have been forced to be nobody.

History will never write your name or your bloodline. History books will only write about the greatness of a great dynasty, without caring about thousands of poor men who have to cut their own humanity, just so that the greatness of the empire can continue to exist.