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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….
Beneran itu masih kaya gitu semua badannya?hahaha..kalo si hendrik terakhir kali ketemu emang bgtu..salam jembut..
BalasHapusItu dulu waktu kami rajin erobik.
HapusSalam burket!!