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Sunday, June 07
This day is Saturday, times to take a rest from all activities that feel so suck. All of the people compete to satisfy they self with so many kinds of way, just to forget all routine activities. So do I, in this holiday I wish (and pray) that I can relax at lest for one or two days, though I know (since the first times I accept this) my jobs need attention everytimes (including in this holiday), cause this Friday is Waisak Days, so we get long weekend (again, one week a go also long weekend). This is my country, there are so many rest day in each years than the busy days. Well.. Its ok, I don’t want a talk about it (directly, why i say that directly cause i guess everything that i already write just for my country ofcourse) in this article. I want to give all of u bout some dialog between me and Pak RT yesterday, I get so many ‘unpredictable’ opinion from him. This happen when I visit Pak RT house just to introduce my self and want take some permition to live in my complex house. Maybe its not really important in this island (I know this after the dialog) to want some permition, because peoples around us usually not really care with us since we dont disturb them and do something bad. Meanwhile i think what i do its not bad, moreover in my island the new resident in new place should give some report that they will stay in that place. I thinks its will be very usefull oneday if something happen, cause we can’t live alone in this world.
Thats evening, about 04.00 PM, with my red shirt with little logo of my company, black trousers that feel to become small (or my stomatch to become bigger hehehe..), and my green jepit I go to Pak RT House. The distance its about 30 meters from my house, not really far maybe, but I still go to the place mith my motorcycle, because I also have plan to go to Puncak for bough jeans. (In my agenda i just give some ID card to Pak RT, but what happens its change totally. I talk with pak RT very-very long times, about 1,5 hours!! We talk about so many topics, I dont know how we can talk so long like that, cause ask I know and also Pak RT admit if usually the people in this island so hard and difficult to talk with the neighbour. In the end, I decide to delay go to Puncak, because no more than one hour toward maghrib).
Pak RT house is nice house I think, with a palm tree in front of the white fence feel so cold and romantic house. After parking my motorcycle beside the palm I comes into the house, then I knock the doors. I wait for the second, then pick the bell, after that the old man (about 60 years) open the doors. Wearing white shirt (from one of politic organization, it can be seen from the logos) and short white pant, i hold her hand “Dani sir.., i’m a new resident.. ”, refflectly I introduce my self. After that he told me to comes and sit down, I accept with pleasure. I thinks important for me to talk just to know about this environtment and the charracteristic the human of this place.
First we talk about some problem that he get about 2 years ago, its about tellecomunication. Absolutly I must hear carefully, because its have relationship with the company where I work there (he is one of customers my company, he and his family use our product, and handle some complaint from the customers its must be done although its not my job desk). Minute by minute we talk out of topic, about her pass experience, about family, about live, about anything. Sometimes we laugh if it feel funny, also some reality that feel so hard and all we can just laugh, before the real laugh us like him opinion.
One times he say, “I dont want to cut and kill ur idealism, but as a old man I’m so sad with this country. There is no hero anymore, if you can keep survival, its enough and good for you”. I dont know this is called by pessimist or is this the realistic, I hear with so patience and carefull, I dont want one of word that he talk to me lost from my attention, honestly I’m so interested with him opinion. “This county have no proud anymore, its can see from so many neighbour country brave to stamp us. A long times a go they really fear if we attach them, but now they catch our island as they like. We educated to become more fool, if you have a little brain you still didn’t have a chance to implementation your idea. Be a good people also become more hard and difficult, so many challenge, and you have not respected by many peoples”. I drink a red syrup that already serve by his wifes, in my heart one more times I ask to my self wheater this is called pessimist or realistis. He still continues him ‘preach’, “So many illness and virus grow very fast, but the docter not better than a quack, they just try and gambling with the medicine that will give to the patient. Include the syrup that u drunk also full of chemical material, the price becomes so expensive but the quality so cheap. People in here likes eat a fish, so much nutrient, its a big and good think to people learn something likes a japanese. But you can see, we are so lazy, we so far away from patience and effort. You plant this day but you also want to get the result this day, how comes??..”.
He takes a breath for a second, pick some peanut than eat two pieces. I’m waiting for the next story that he want to tell me. He breath so deep before continue, “If I received some intruction from government, usually I put into garbage. They want us to do duty, but forget (dont care) about our right. As long as all resident can live together its enough for me..”
I’m going to home with mixed feeling, I now that not all of what pak RT say is true, vice versa. I think I get one important point, that is we should more actually open our mind, open our eyes, and listen all of sign. Because that is one way to keep this country still exist, I know that pak RT just pessimist because they get not good experience and situation maybe. Come on all youth of the nation, dont pessimist, we can stand together, keep our holding on to build this country. I dont know i become more optimist this time.
In the night, like I say before I go to the one of the big and familiar shoping centre, Puncak, bough some snack and ofcourse (my first plan) jeans. Not more than one hour I choose and decide to buy a dark blue jeans that have a size 30, its so long but I think the most important that the jeans enough to cover my stomatch. I’m so thirst and buy some tea and a pack of snack. When I already at home I just realize that snack its expired, I can’t believe its can be happen. I didn’h have a plan to complaint, cause I think its just wasting my times. I hope this just some a bad dream, but it can be deny this is real..
How comes it can be happen, I fell on a island that so far away from my big country. I becomes remember pak RT, maybe he is true. Its called by reallisctic not pessimist.
Reallistic.. Pessimist.. how are you?
Finish, 11:28 AM
Aranda.
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