Hail Holiday! Part 1

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Hail Holiday…,

The biggest day finally has come. After all moslems celebrated Idul Fitri, we go through the plan. Going   to Thousand    Island. Yes    thousand   island, I know it sounds like kind of sauce that we put on the top of our pizza hut goddamn expensive salad, but it’s not. We’re talking about almost forgotten island in the north of Jakarta.  One of them was the first soil that V.O.C took over from us. They crossed the sea and conquered the whole fucking Nation then.  The name of Thousand Island is not represents the number of it. It’s all because our elder were too lazy or too stupid to count. Once upon a time after all day debating, they were just saying, “ Okay, lets make it thousand then “. That’s the history of thousand island’s name, the place that we can count on to tan our lousy skin.  Some of us were born with black shitty skin though, but I know we still need a sunshine. A good sunshine, I mean, to cheer the mood up. Because you know.., Jakarta has been sucking our mood out, and leave nothing. We all just empty souls that need salvation, in this case, vacation, is more than enough. God just take me out of this place.

The vacation, was started at somewhere near our school. It’s all  because that’s the only possible meeting point, and also the center of area. The heart of our   beloved  Klender. Or maybe we just missed our school, missed the morning air, the ambience of going away to school again and stuff like that. And since we were stepped our feet on the first grade, we all know that the rule is.., We should have been there just in time, well in this case probably couple minutes before five., so we can take the first boat at seven and off this damned town. But God knows, it’s always hard as hell to change what we used to do for years. The habit is too hard to break.. Some friends, that include me, were coming late, not that late, but it’s still late. Wise guy says, late is late. And nothing you can’t do about it but sorry. But we’re not a bunch of wise guy who ever went the same school and stuff, We’re just can-I-say normal people. I’m sure as hell we weren’t feeling sorry about it. You know, it was just, gone with the early morning wind. The sorry feeling. was .never really existed anyway. Then we say hi like there’s nothing happened. Nobody grouches about who’s late-who’s not. We’re fine. Nothing to feel sorry about. In Jakarta, everyone is late. And even you want to say how bad you feel about the sorry thing is, it doesn’t matter anymore, because it’s too late. It’s always too late.  

And after all the late stuff, we still can find what is the brightest side of it. It doesn’t take too long to gather holiday hunger bastards like us. Within ten minutes, we’re ready to get off. So we took a not-so-called minibus that gives me a tiny space to sit in. One of my friend, rented that rotten car from a guy who have known that we’re only hopeless bastards that only want to get out. I bet he knows that we’re not gonna complaining at all, even there’s so many things we can complain about. Absolutely he didn’t give a fuck, so did I, and the rest of us.

I know,  it’s hard to stand something that you don’t like or something that you can’t imagine someday you’ll stand for it anyway. But you know, for me, that’s  fine, everything’s fine. I got my ass cramped.  My balls, I can’t even feel it anymore, it’s numb, the fucking tiny seat, that’s the reason, but it’s still fine. And I almost break my goddamn feet, because my pathetic friends were put their world class heavyweight champion bag on it. But I’m fine, as fine as my acting to pretending how fine that situation made me too fine to say to the entire fucking car that I’m FINE.

So what about my friends??? They acted everything’s fine too. I just can see in their eyes, they have something to say about. Maybe they want to talking shit about the fucking ride, about the smoke that filled the tiny car up ( some friends had no problem with smoking in wee fucking space ), or about the inconvenient situation. But they  just can’t spit it out. They just can’t. Even  if  they really  want to, and can’t stand for more. What can we say?? That’s the best we got. The cheapest ride we’ve ever paid. We swapped the price with that lousy ride. And I swear to God we were in a terrible state, because we still can laugh our ass out, like nothing happen. Well actually, something happened. Some of us were hangin’ outside the car. There’s no more room for them. But they just laugh. I know, something forced us. The fucking basic needs. You want to know what the hell is our basic needs. Cheapest price. That’s our basic needs. So humanity.

We all know that the minibus was way way over passengers and bags though, but once again, we did just fine, or maybe still pretending everything’s fine. We didn’t give a shit about it. We’ve grown up perfectly. Being a normal people in this shite town. What do you know about normal people?? Normal people who lives in Jakarta?? Sure as hell you know, but you just forgot. Normal people ( in this case, who lives in Jakarta ), never really care about those fucking safety regulations.  They don’t care about chance of getting killed due to breaking the rules. Those fucking basic rules. The rules are.., no rules!  Fuck with traffic lights, safety belts, no phone while driving, maximum capacity???? What the fuck is maximum capacity??  never heard it. We can carry a whole lot of lousy poor family in one motorcycle. We can carry every shit in this world. That’s we made for. We got through it. The unpleasant way, inconvenient situation, reckless moment, and stuff like that.

In normal world, shit always happen. But not in ours, we’re the only one who called shit. We are the shit itself. And shit never happened to any other shit. That’s why we’re always breaking every rules that ever made. We way too far from that civilized thing. We’re not goddamn western people. We’re the barbarian. We see what we can see, think what we can think, do what we  just can do, never had a sense about it. So, who’s the one  in this fucking car needs regulation anyway, when you got pure fucked up life leaving behind. No one. We just want to out of town, to the fucking island. Release our stress off. The cure sings “ I don’t care if Monday blue.. “, but I do care, because my Monday, my bloody Monday, would be  as blue as the ocean that ain’t far away. That’s why I prefer Jason Mraz and wondering the beaches we walk, with the gale blows across my fucking hair. It could turns my mood on. Makes me feel alive. I even would risk all my fucking life breaking rules by taking that fully shit loaded vehicle just to get the feeling of being a free man a little while on the island.

Talking about freeman. I was the number one freeman of the world. I can say everything I want to say, do what I want to do, go as far as I want to go, and no one can complain about. 2007, that’s the year of my remarkable journey as a freeman. I got fired from a  Singa-fucking-poor restaurant. I worked there, as a cook helper for a seven hellish months. Not my dream job, I did just for money, at the time. I earned couple cash, not that much, but I’m  feeling grateful anyway. My boss, is a cute oriental girl who is older than me and has a white skinny body.. She’s  cute as hell and sometimes makes me wondered that I could date her someday as a friend, a closest friend maybe.  So I could kiss her after a serial of hot date, take her drunk body to her apartment and take her gorgeous gown off while I’m watching her pretty-pink lips. And what I do next is making a wildest intercourse that You’ve ever imagine. And  no laws can charge me. I’m a freeman, remember. Well she’s too cute to resist anyway.  . I’ve always been thinking about it everyday. How does it feel, fucking a drunk girl. It drives me crazy. Seriously I’m pretty crazy about it.

But too bad, my dream would never come true. Poor me. Because like I said I was a freeman. Nothing can’t bond me. Including the rules. The way I live my life  is the only reason why I always break it. In the next two months, she fired me. My dream sexual-mate fired me. Fuck. Well actually she never fired me. I’m just quit. I did a real quit. Even she’s only warned me. Then she gave me that fucking letter.., the most scariest letter for every hopeless employee in this goddamn country.  What we call SP 1 in English anyway??? Yes, she gave me that, because I always coming late. And that day, I was late ( again ), for almost a hundred times I guess. I came over, in my very cool and calm state, like nothing happened. No guilty feelings. No fear at all. All I did was took a look around, everyone was busy as hell as usual. I slowly walked my lazy feet while I’m feeling like I’m the only one sane human being there.

I looked slightly to my left, my work-mate, he fried something, and the others were busy to shouted out loud, looking for a fool costumer. They always shout it loud, that welcoming words. And the place next to my restaurant is a furniture store that especially selling bed and something. I never heard a  single sound there. Them girls were  always whispering and put a big fucking world-wide fake smile instead of shouting. That kills me. The point of my story is, I was late, and no one cares. Well, if they really is, they shouldn’t have to. None of their  fucking business anyway. Just don’t be such a nosey. In case someday they’re coming late, well I’m not the person who’s trying to mind their own business. I’m not telling anyone. I don’t even tell my boss. My cute boss. I’m not gonna licking her ass. Late is a common thing. Just let it be. It doesn’t kill you. Right??? And that day was peacefully passed, until my boss, my cute boss suddenly gave me a phone call. She asked me to meet her in the office. She told that somebody is always reporting my attitude in a work time. Every single details. She wasn’t mention any name at all. But I swear it, I know who’s the bastard.

A guy named Vicky. Older than me, ass-licking type, nosey jerk, and pure thief rats. He’s a world-class PHONEY fucker I’ve ever known. He’s always acting like he own the whole fucking restaurant. He pointed himself as a right hand of the owner. And when the boss come over, he ‘s always goes along with them, showing how hard we work our ass out, telling lies about sales, and pretending that everyone there is giving him so much respect as a leader and all. No Shit, he’s the only possible bastard that gave the report. And I’m gonna stab him with a meatballs fork. Sure I will, he pissed me off, right on my face. I even caught him once, stealing goods, and sell ‘em. . But I don’t care, I’m just walking through and put a fake smile on. That’s the way we live our life in harmony. Never minding someone else’s business. But since the first day I met him, I just can look from his eyes and smile, this guy is a phoney. He can’t hide it from me. I read gesture. And from what I had been read, I knew that he’s kind of person that could ruin that. The fucking harmony. I hate him then.

The next day, I came late again and didn’t give a fuck about the warned that my boss gave me. I never stepped a foot on the office. I texted her with a couple lousiest words that crossed my mind. I even said that her golden boy, Vicky is a fucking thief. My boss seemed shock, but I don’t care. On the restaurant, my friends were waiting with their worried faces. I slammed the fucking door, yelled, and kicked the trash bin. He’s not there. And if he is, I’m ready to land my fist right on his goddamn face. For the final act, I spit the foods. Eat my saliva you fucker.

Couple of days later, my friend, the only one who treats me like a human there, texted me. He said that I can take my latest paycheck. Nice. I’m not a fucking slave. I took it then. And what I’ve heard from the people there, my boss wants me get back to work, if I still really want to. But I’m officially quit. A freeman never licked his own spit. That’s what I am, a freeman.

Okay, back to the topic. Holiday. At first, it’s just because me and couple friends had reached to the  nearest island, Untung Jawa, which was its beach succeeded got our dick wet all the way home. Then, a mate by the name Hendra suddenly had the idea. He said “ why don’t we try another island ???“        We don’t even think              what is  going on there,       but we just say “ Yes why not?? “. Plus…, Heri ( one of my mate also ), made a good fucking story. He landed his ass on those beaches first, long time before we do. You know ??? I’m the boy with eagerness , and I just can’t hide it.. Yes if you know me, I’m sort of that type. That’s why he got me, with all those stories. Heri was a good storyteller at the time, and I’m a pretty fucking good listener if I wanted to, in my case, I was so eager and wanted to go to the beach so bad.

He mixed the story very well, reality and fantasy that blew my mind.., I’m fucking serious now,.it was.., really was.

The point is…he got me..He said about snorkeling,  (what the fuck was that..I don’t even know, I only saw it on tv once ) sandy beaches with mirror-like ocean, lot of nudist girls lay down on the shore, elephant barbeque as a supper, good liquor, and to make my day, there’s a pussy that we can count on. Hahaha..the last four is totally bullshit. There’s no possible way Heri would offer me a cunt, even the cheap one. That’s not his style. He’s kind of shy and lil bit religious at once. And by the time he finished the stories, my head was full of expectations, a good one. I never snorkeling before, like I said I only saw it on tv, but it sounds very nice. I don’t know, if it’s right or wrong?? But, when I think about good beaches, my not-so-smart brain always sends a Bali pictures. And the worst part is, it lingers… like my girlfriends perfume. Since I was a kid, until now, people always makes a good-hearing stories about Bali. Pramuka island?? Never crossed my mind, not even a bit.

Well that’s the story. But I even very close to blow my chance to get there. Some stupid events nearly fuck up my  plan. In the last minute, I had a terrible fever. There were a lot of big red dots all over my body. I’m not really sure what it was. I guess it’s some sort of chickenpox or my allergy, because it’s so itchy sometimes. Very irritating. Well that disease eventually  brought me to see the doctor. I was afraid the doctor won’t let me go so. But what happen next was, she said I’m as well as hell. Nothing to worry about. She only gave me couple of medicine that I should take about three times a day. It will take out all the red itchy dots in my body. All of sudden, I felt so healthy then. Never that healthy since I took my first sleeping pills long time ago.

 I know it’s not the medicine, it’s the doctor’s word. You know, sometimes you just believe in person that you never known them well, just because they much more educated than you. Well, if the doctor says, I got a H.I.V virus on my body, I still believe in them anyway. Doctor is more like God to us. Doctor has a power to cure people or set them in the state of being helpless. And no one could ever dare to ask. We can’t ask God can we?? Well we can’t ask the doctor neither. Overall, I had a strong will to heal and ready to carry on my vacation plan. I can even tell you, nothing can stop me. Not my mom, not the disease, and not even horrible disaster like tsunami or something.

It was 7 when we got to Muara Angke. The sun was right above our head. It was hot as hell there.  Way Too hot for 7 am in October. The place was total fucked. Imagine when you mix tomato ketchup, expired yogurt, add a little bit of a fat man sweat on the top of it, and you drink it then. Tasted fucked, right??   I don’t know if you guys have ever been there before, because that’s my second or third times and I still can feel the weird all around me..I mean, the  place was  just like a sad song, with nothing to say, about the life that turned so wrong. Not very far from there, there are so many fancy people living in their fucking fancy houses, riding their fucking fancy sophisticated sport car, while they’re answering phone calls with their smart-fucking expensive-phone.

Well do they know about how fucked Muara Angke is??? Yes, they do. But do they care?? Fuck they don’t. You can see many people there work their life out. Do whatever they can do. Guess, that’s not the proper way to feed their families and all. But they just did it. No questions. They never dare to ask the doctor right?? Well, most of them never ask god neither, I bet. Some faking motivator is always saying about hard work and all. About how close we are from those fucking successful life when we work our ass out. But look at them, people there look so exhausted and I can see from their eyes that they were lose,  long-long time ago. Life forced them. No matter how hard they work their ass out. Their life had been set by capitalism hands. They would never leap that fucking social classes, not even crossed their dream. And  I’m little bit of scared to stare at them straight. I saw the eyes of no options there. Many of them.

And for sure,  suddenly we stole their attention. A bunch of town kids with bags and full of desire on their faces. Yeah we just arrived and made a scene. Lots of people there stared at us. They might think “ what the fuck are you doing here?? “,  or they just envy of our town-look life, or maybe they just don’t care at all. I was just not trying to look very happy or something, because I don’t think most people here like an overwhelming celebration about holiday in their work time. Their fucking endless work time. Muara Angke is the center of fresh fish market in Jakarta. So, don’t ever ask the smell. I’m sort of person that can’t stand fishy smell. I can tell you, it kills me.  I can’t eat fish because of the smell. And Muara Angke is the heaven of fish if you know that. Fish are everywhere. I even saw one right on the road. Dead. And it’s rotten as hell. In a couple minutes, I hold my mouth not to puke. Because it will raise more scene I know. And I don’t want to, I swear it, I don’t want to.

TO BE CONTINUE….