I met this singging beggar on my way to the office when I took bus number 11 from Slipi Jaya. This boy sang with an instrument which was familiarly called "ecek-ecek" in indonesian. It is an empty capped bottle or jar filled with sand. I was looking out through the window. Therefore I didn't pay attention to his song neither did others passengers. Minutes passed. All was quite. Then the beggar bumped on me. I wouldn't had noticed him if he didn't touched my arm. He raised his hand with his pityful face in front of my face. I said nothing but my head gave body language which said "No". I headed my face to the window again. He touched me again with his raising hand and with mercy expression. This time I said verbally "No". The next second he cursed me saying "curek". I guessed the word was local language for cursing someone. I paid no attention to him by looking at the window. Seconds passed. No sounds. The beggar boy touched my arm again and still with his ugly faking mercy and pity face expression. My temper was up. I yelled at him asking what he wanted. Why he kept irritating me. I cursed back at him. I loudly hurled my local dialect to curse him, "Ojo jancokan kon yo!". All passengers in the bus looked at our point. Few minutes ahead the bus stopped at the my stopping destination station. I jumped off of the bus and walked ahead to the office.
Birthday Surprise
I never think a birthday is a special day. I sometimes forget what date I was born. It takes some seconds to recall what my date is when someone is asking me. One day before the "B" day I did something as every other day. I woke up. I went to bathroom. I did activity as usual. I slept at night. That night I was not expecting something.
At 12 am two girls walked in to my room. They could do it because I never lock the door. I sleep with the door open. They were Henny and Ivy. The boarding house mates. In the dark they brought roll tart cake with 6 candles on it. I saw them with sleepy eyes. I woke up and I sat on the bed. I blew those candles with one blow after making wish. Henny turned my room light on. Henny and Ivy prayed for me. The two prayed beautiful ones. I was gratefull. Thaks a lot!!
After praying I cut the cake for the 3 of us. After that the girls said good night to me and they went back to their rooms. I went back to sleep again.
Little Kitty
On the way back from the office I see little kitty on the dark pedestrian. I think kitty is 1 one month old. The kitty just learned to walk and still dependents on the mother. I can't clearly examine what the kitty sex is because the street lite is too dime to lighten the spot that I want. I guess it is a kitty girl. I am touched by compassion seeing her. I always do every time seeing an abandoned cat.
I am thinking what I will do. What I can do for the cat. Keeping the cat at home is crossing my mind. She is fragile and dependent. I can't leave her alone. Doubt also crosses my mind. I am doubt that I can't take care of her well. I don't have enough space for pet at boarding house. Not all of my neighbours love cats. I bet Devy is the one.
I put the kitty on my front pocket of my bag. I put her slowly. I decide to released her in the small path near my boarding house. I think it is the best option. The path is rare of big vehicles. only motorbike crisscross the path once a while. There is also a lot off food in the garbage cans. Other wild cats around the path do eat from them. They are growing well.
I am walking on the path heading to boarding house. It's rainy night. I release kitty in the middle on the road. Kitty is meowing. She is heading to the opposite of me. I hear nothing but the the kitty mew while heading to my direction. I wish you survive the night and the night the after.
Next night I am trying to look after her. I find her nowhere. Perhaps she dies but i do hope someone has already took after her.
ATM Lost
Last Sunday I went to graphic design exhibition in National Galery on near Gambir Train Station. I met Dina and Nicky. The Two are my friends at campus. They asked me to join them to watch Blood Diamond on Djakarta Theatre.
We took taxi to sarinah for taking some cash from ATM. I took the middle machine while the two took my left and right ones. After taking cash I walked out from the machine box. We go to the theatre building next to Sarinah and buying tickets.
Fourty five minutes passed. Sitting in Oh La La Cafe I realised that I hadnt took my card out from the ATM. I rushed to the ATM counter. I found no card anywhere. I asked the security officers whether anyone had gave a lost card to them. They replied negative. I called the BCA call center to shut down any transaction from my ATM account. The officer accross told me that no newer transaction had occured before the shutting down. I was thankful knowing that my last money to survive is save.
The next day I went to BCA office center on Sudirman. I walked to the Customer Service desk asking for new ATM card. Thank You God. The process only took half day. Now I have my new card in hand. I must be more carefull next time.