I start a new shit. I promised to myself to write about what I saw along the way to work and to the mall.
Besties. That what came up first in my mind, so beautiful.
This morning I don’t feel really well. Feels like I screw up my throat in my sleep. I woke up with this terrible throat, but I got things to do at the office. So I decided to go.
After walking couple meters and cursing my throat, my bad mood swings into something, heartwarming I can say. I see some kids run through me, they are laughing. And behind them there are other kids that just walk and talk to each other. It is cool to have people with you on the way home. They just think about what happen to them yesterday and today, when thing get tough friendship turns out into clash. But who gives a shit to the bad future. I was in their shoes, when all I knew was I got someone. When it came the time I have to face it alone, it was kinda frustrated, but I survived. My heart wishpers, ‘they will learn’.
I turned left, following the short cut to the main road. And a group of boys are talking so loud. “It’s ok! Just come in!” well, group of boys always reaminds me of partner in crime. They talk about having something, sound like they want a certain cards. So, today’s kids still collect cards?
Finally I reach the gate to the main road. My throat hurts and I feel a bit sleepy, but I have to work to pay the bills. Two girls sit on a bank under the gate. One of them talks a bit loud so I can, somehow, hear her. She talks, I keep walking, I pass them by. After a while I still hear the same voice. Ow, so the girl talks about her problem and her friend listen to her without interruption. Two thumbs up for the listener. Lucky girl, she got somene listens to her. I remember one of my friend said to me, “I like to talk to you. You never give advice but you listen. And it is relieving. “ Good, I have younger generation of listeners. Being listener is sometimes suckes. You have to hold the emotion, because even your conversation partner say something stupid you have to listen to controll the situation. And what more important is, listening makes your friend feels better.
Different day…………..
I have to buy my dvd device and find someone to repair my shoes. I went to a traditional market near my area. It is a sunny day, but yet crowded. The smoke of burning gasoline and the sound of those vehicle, make this open area feels so small. People talk to each other, offering service or their selling things.
There it is. I am glad I find a man with a box and dozen of shoes soles.
“Excuse me sir, can you sew the soles around?”
“You got two pairs?” He opens up my bag carrier. He finds I tore my shoes right at the front side.
“Yes, how much?
“30 thousands” usualy I will bargain, but it’s too hot. I don’t want to stay longer.
“ok.” I think of waiting him finish the work, but this place just too crowded. The sounds of all the things here blend into one. But this is the place where the people run their economy activity.
“Sir, what time it is closed?
“Eight P.M.. Are you going somewhere?”
“Yes, I’ll be back to take the shoes. Do I need to bring a bill note or something?”
“No. just came back to take the shoes.” This place is so Indonesia. I trust him and likewise.
“Oh. Ok. Thank you”
I walk a bit faster. We got a junction at the front of the market, and no police stays there. So the vehicles just run all the way they want. If you don’t fast, you’ll get hit, or at least cursed. The push the honks everytime they want. This place is fucked up. I stand on said of the road, we don’t have sidewalk or bus stop. Creepy , because actually I am standing on the part of the road. Some sellers use side walk to sell to sell their things, so we get use to walk or stand on the side part of the road. If a car or bus hit you, somehow, you can’t blame them. Because you are standing on the road. In indonesia, you can stop the public transportations anywhere you want, we don’t need bus stops. Eeven the busses never really stop when you jump in, so maybe that’s why we don’t need any bus stop, except for the a special bus called busway.
Next to me, there is a guy sells cold drink. Two boys stop and buy some drink. I see them bring a durian in a bag. They look verry excited about the stink fruit. Regardless durian is not my favorite, I can see they are bestfriends. Sometimes we plan something simple with our friends like cooking ramen, or buying some fruits, not a big deal but awesome. Because after that you can say, mission acomplished and you have a good time with the simple thing you got. I see something beautiful. I do not reallize I stare at them. Well, you guys will appreciate this time when you are older. When it is not only about fruits or toys, you can hardly notice who is your friend.
Good, the red small bus. I jump in, fortunatly I find a seat. I look out the window so I can see the market once again. Friendship, something that I will appreciate for my life.