Inspired by Maggie Tiotakin who wrote Selama Kita Tersesat di Luar Angkasa (it’s an accumulation of short story btw) which is in there she rewards the reader by bonus stories in the almost-end part of book, in English. Perhaps it’s because she thought to tell the another stories in a different way.
However, her dissimilarity with me is… still, my English writing isn’t as good as hers. Still clumsy (am I right using it as kaku in this case?), and quite simple. Oh one more thing, I’m pulling dictionary here for accompanying me at writing this as well.
So today I spent my free time at Rangkasbitung. (I usually go to some near places accidentally without any plan before) The reason is… idea about going somewhere used to pop my head. It just happen, and if it’s reachable, let’s be there.
Remembering the Jogja trip, a quite short trip, only 12 hours in there, how I got asleep on the bangku taman. My colleague (honestly I won’t mention them as friends) (again, is it right for using colleague word here, in English?) forced me to tell where I slept. Calmly I replied them with a-single-honest-answer and they said I was must be mad. I really regret that, ignoring them was better.
It’s fun challenging self to go to somewhere so there I can observe my own social skill development—Is it increased, or decreased instead? Because oh how easy I loses anything in a very short time like today I feel okay with people being here with me, and tomorrow will think oh hey look I’m not even qualified to be existed in this world, I can’t talk to people, I pretend like don’t see person I know (only know, not that close) who just walked through my eyes, I can’t. AAA I will be die of being surrounded by them!
If it doesn’t work, (can’t detect my own social skill) the second option is much easier: observe people, observe the other.
HAHA.
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A new couple of parents with their maybe-2yo-daughter joined me for lunch at Hasana fried chicken. I didn’t talk to them and planned to talk only when they start the small talk first. I only clapped eyes on the child, which has a couple of cute cheeks. She was rewel, they just took off from the train. Being there with no talk that involved me made me be an amateur-observer. I think the wife is a great mother, she talk endearlingly to the daughter, took care of her spaneng-endas-condition (ha ha javanish mixing), and she who gave their lil-mouth-daughter food as well.
Whereas his wife was so busy with theirs (they just took off from the train too), the husband solemnly smoked, calm, no word that has got out from his darkened lips. I heard his wife, in her business, talked about their trip-plan but oh he didn’t show any response.
Their child was rewel. The wife was talking alone. The husband was sucking cigarette, solemnly.
Are you afraid of marriage?
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I went back to the station track and—because of seeing some clothing stores, I decided to get in the Rangkasbitung traditional market. Maybe I’ll get the jeans jacket here, for the visual art exhibition dress code, will be held on February, I’m inviting you, would you like to attend?
But I don’t get any (because of its qualities or the price) (actually I’m searching the second-hand one) (wanna write about the special reason of buying second-hand stuff later) So I went to the town square. It’s a bit smaller from ours, Serang dong.
Being there, I daydreamed. Always love this activity, (ha ha is it worth it mentioning ngelamun as an activity?) it brings mind to another atmosphere, moreover it’s lovely because of the sleepy sensation! I sat next to a women and man (didn’t know are they couple, the woman is older). Three children came near to them, asking for more money again, and again. (btw there are many game to play such as motor-motoran, pancing-pancingan, mandi bola, lil bit similar like pasar malem, last day our town square has it too, but it was moved to the stadion)
Their mother (if she is) is a merciful mother. Guessing this by seeing the way her eyes putted attention to them, two glittering eyes.
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Found an almost last schedule of train departure, would be back to the station with angkot. It was only 7.30 PM, angkot rarely goes across highway. I found one. A driver inside, waited for a prey. How compromising it was, he immediately drove his rented angkot just a while after I got in. What a pathetic creature, plan to tell this later.
Got on the train which would be gone half of hour later. I was surrounded by a family. Two, in front of me, a married couple with one year old-an male baby, the wife is much younger. Next to them, seemed like a group of other family, contained the baby’s aunt, grandfather, cousins, etc. A man, the baby’s father according to his hollow face that shows his half century of age, looked like just has a child, like the baby is the only one.
How can it’s not?
His eyes stuck on his son. When for a while, the baby was being taken by his sundanish aunt. Then didn’t take a long time, his father, I wanna name him Solopoh, took the baby (may I name him Dede Abay) back, seemed confused of finding his son didn’t be on his couple of arm.
Solopoh has to go to toilet. His wife moved Dede Abay to his aunt, their son loves her. After less than 5 minutes, Solopoh was back. Again, he got confused, his child wasn’t on their seat. Then he whispered to his wife, a bit angrily, “Why did you give our son to her?” In sundanish, but I could understand B)
“Dede Abay, here, come back to papa,” Solopoh grinned.
“He wants be with her aunt, uncle!” Son of his aunt—the baby’s cousin said.
Solopoh was silent.
Until the baby, with his unclear voice said, “Pa… pa… pah.”
Immediately, the baby was back, in his lovely father.
His lil cousin, an active child, got interested to mistreat the baby by poking Dede Abay’s sole of foot. The baby was being a bit disturbed. Solopoh who saw this, got angry, and with the threaten face said, “Stop it! How naughty you are.”
A man, a possessive father with his cute son. His wife, a mother that chooses to be silent. And an aunt with his active son was the last things I saw before I dropped my eyes into SKTLA book, the bonus stories part, of course, presented by Maggie Tiojakin. Then the train skimmed….
not my capture. Just forgot for putting this the credit, so i came back and realize... i don't remember where i got this.
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