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Thursday, February 03, 2005

Just read

Dinner was ready, beefsteak for everyone.
We were about to eat, when couples of men in black suit walked in.
They were people from government.

we are looking for something

My Mom stood up, followed by others they walked into next room.
I was pissed off, I was starving to death.
When I joined them into that room, those men in black were tracing every inch of that room.
I complained that I was hungry by saying the food was getting cold

let Wati finish them, she used to do that

I was like, ‘What?!?!’
Whatever, I’m starving, you guys can stay here, I’ll finish my food.

Strange enough with my Mom’s attitude, I even could know what they were looking of.

Before heading back to dining room, I stopped by my sister’s office.
I stepped into that spacious, air-conditioned and fully designed room.
Olive was inside, looked annoyed. Her pregnant colleague was there, too,
on her table stood a tiny doll in white dress and long black hair.

I picked it up, and straight to where all the people were.
Saying nothing, I handed it to those men and straight to my beefsteak.

All I remembered they looked puzzled.

I don’t care.
Maybe that doll contained something inside.

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My bike ran fast.
I was on the street, it was empty, only two or three cars passed by.
If Makassar keep like this, I won’t miss Delft at all
I met a doctor with his wife, they were cycling, too.
His wife’s bicycle was red, must be new.
They rode slowly.

Ring ring.

The wife signed the Doctor that I wanted to pass.
I smiled to them and speeded up my bike.

Up to Jampea.
Strangely the street was uphill.

Let’s try..
I jumped and push my bike instead.

Everywhere streets were empty
Not many cars, only people walking and cycling.
Must because the sunny day.
It was particularly nice day.

The yellow building that was pub on Jampea was transformed.
In front of it, a box of ‘item for sale’ stood unattended.
Three afro girls were choosing some goodies from that box.
Later on I know they had a friend called Milo, a tall Afro boy, looks like an MTV VJ.

I peeked into that ex-Pub.
It was redecorated.
The wall was painted purple.
On the ceiling, there was an African ornament with shape of several men hanging on each other.
Colourful African paintings hanged on purple wall.
Not much windows, only two opened to their neighbour's frontyard.
All I remember, this room was used for billiard before.
It became special. I always like African ornament and colours.

Do you love to hang-out?
One of those three girls talked to me.
In the pub, you mean?
I’m fine with it.

She looked very young.
How old are you anyway?
14

Oh, too bad, no visitors below 17 allowed in any pubs here.
Her friends agreed with me.

I said goodbye, see you later.

Riding my bike downhill heading home.
Passing some of my neighbours were sitting in front of their house.
The air was clean,
I enjoyed my ride
If Makassar keep like this, I will never miss Delft.

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beep beep…
my mobile phone rang.
Must be my alarm clock.
15:30
Darn~
I still have to finish my intern report.
Woke up briskly, went to toilet.
What a strange dream…
Makassar, without many cars?
People on bicycles?

What is all about with my Mom’s strange attitude.
I smiled.
Turned on my computer.
Continue my work now.

If only…

Thus, I still miss Delft

2 Comments:

Blogger Natalia said...

you know what, first time i read this, I thought you were in Makassar, darling. C'mon, you're in Makassar and I didn't know?? haha..
Mom never had a weird attitude like that. Remember? She sat with us, companied us had lunch after school?? Ugh.. miss those times.. and Makassar without many cars.. yeah it happened, long time ago *in Betlehem-hahaha*, when we used to bike to friends' house..
Miss you!!!

7:39 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Bingung...
-ce live

11:30 PM  

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