A Random
I planned to sleep earlier than usual. At 1 or 2 a.m.,
I usually get to bed. Yeah after long long time playing dota, I keep awake
until late night. But today, I realize that this habit is not good for my
health, for now or for the future.
So, I wipe everything out, shalat earlier, tidy up
everything, and get ready to bed at 9 p.m. I put down my ambition to play more
Dota games, or to do anything that makes me up late. I forced myself to sleep,
and I did it. But only last for 2 hours sleeping.
I am awake now, I am writing this at 11 p.m. And don’t
really know what to do. Then, I decided to write something, yet I still have no
idea what would be the “something”. I just let it flow the way it is.
I have been living in Jakarta for almost three and
half year. The first time I went to Jakarta back then, was to go to Asrama Haji
for interview and paper-test of my scholarship back in 2011. That was my first
time. I was impressed by the tall buildings and
I could not stop starring at those buildings from the side window of the car.
Like
most people who ever lived in Jakarta would say, this city is so hot. And I
couldn’t agree more at first because I was used to the high humidity
area, cold one, like Garut and Tasik. So I didn’t get used to the hot temperature, but then I got
along better with the environment.
I can’t make myself convenience when my body can’t
stop sweating over and over. It would
totally kill me if the
fan was broken or so.
If you live in the big city, anytime anywhere you’ll
see a life. Like people still go to minimarket at 2 or 3 a.m, or the road still
full of traffic even its nearly 12 p.m on the clock. My childhood, I still
clearly remember, and until now, you would rarely see people go out from the
house at 8 or 9 p.m. at 7 most of them dreaming already.
Last time, when I was in Garut in my home, I went to
Internet Cafe that provides online game. I played dota for hours. Realizing that
its already 11 p.m., I went back home. The distance where my home live to the
cafe is quite far. Like 7 km or 15 to 20 minutes bike driving. It was surprisingly
quiet and scary and lonely road I was riding. There was no single other rider
or people that come across when I went back home.
Literally no single one, no other rider, or no other
life beside me riding my bike. And that moment, where your mind leads to tell
that a banana leaf looks like a Pocong, or a single bird noise is a ghost or
you felt that somebody floating sitting in your backseat of the bike. Then you
pull the gas to the full, and pass
all Sleep Police a.k.a Polisi tidur,
in a full speed, and your face and body like vibrating up and down over and
over again. That’s how you face a late night driving bike in my town.
Jakarta is different story. Anytime, anywhere you can
still catch up a transportation to go any place, even there is a midnight show
at some places. If you hungry, you can still eat whatever food you wish to eat.
You can still hang around without any concern of being kidnapped, or raped,
unless you pass the quite lonely area where gank punks usually gather.
The other side of Jakarta is the place where all
people from across the country, struggle to make a good proper living. I was an
intern in Haruka Edu, the office resides near Gandaria City and I lived in
Pancoran. I worked 9 to 5 or even 6. Every week days, I passed Kuningan,
Semanggi, Senayan, that most people that master the Jakarta maps know that these
roads are the highest traffic jam in rush hour.
At first, I yelled most of the time, furious, mad, and
so inconvenience. I hate traffic, every time and always. That’s why I risked
everything out to get a bike to mobile everywhere. By the time, I passed across
high traffic area, I saw many different people. I saw people tirelessly ride a
Metro Mini with salty water of sweat all over their face.
I looked at the bunch of
people in Transjakarta with the headset on, put the anxiety and mad face
because they saw the bus can’t move for
quite some time. People who got caught by a police officer because passing Ganjil Genap roads, and like denying
every mistakes to the police and flirt to take a peaceful way rather than go to
court.
The conventional taxi that stuck in the middle of
traffic with no single passenger on the backseat. Those moments lead me to take
more time to think that I might be luckier than them, more fortunate, and why
do I have to be mad and furious with traffic if those faces might lose more
than I do.
But still, I hate traffic though, for whatever reasons.
People will say sleeping is a half-dead, so don’t ever
dare to think I went to the other side or so and come back to life with
superpower or the sixth indera or something, it’s a clickbait though.
And that is the “something” I write about. No
particular meaning or lesson that you can take definitely, and you just spend
your 10 minutes reading nothing except the bad grammar, spelling, and bad
english. Well, I am
still not feeling sleepy, but I guess I won’t write anymore cause it so much
useless and takes more of your time to spend on nothing.
I just play one game of dota I guess, 25 MMR would be
good. Bye, have a great day.
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