It’s my second day at the office after a week holiday due to Eid (Idul fitri/lebaran we called it in Indonesia), as always couple of days after Eid productivity will a bit low, but I already experienced increase in traffic today FYI I’m driving now ^_^ after more than a year coz my driver is on the leave until next week, my lack of driving mostly due to traffic, you should see the motorcycles for yourself, they like flies..they are every where , with no respect of regulation what so ever (I know…I know, I’m being hyperbolic but to be honest God knows how bad the traffic in Jakarta nowadays)...so Meicy, u are not the only one that put off coz of the traffic, it also part of my reverse culture shock , well if u could considered that as a culture shock anyway hahahhaa.
I spent my Eid in Jogyakarta, my dad’s hometown, It’s been more than 2 years since the last time I went there, despite couple of new mall, everything else remain the same, the cozy atmosphere, the smiling faces, the famous Malioboro, and of course the food hahahaha.
In spite all those things I gain lots of personal things as well, I couldn’t help to notice that disparity between the rich and the poor became wider, this one as an example.
I have so-called auntie of mine having 4 children, her husband business need to closed down as an impact of the high fuel rise and other matters, now they have to struggle with their daily lives, she lived in Wonosobo around 1 hour drive from Jogyakarta.
We....all of my father family try to help them best they can, and they thought one of the best way to help them was to take care the children, so my other auntie decided to bring one of the children to Jakarta to live with them (actually my mom thought the same but don’t have a heart to separate the family), her name is Pipit, she’s 4 years old.
On our last minute before we head off to Jakarta, when everybody seated nicely in their own car (we went there by a car, kinda road trip, 4 cars convoy), Pipit was in my car along with my cousin that’s already became her best buddy, she sat on my cousin's lap, doze off, when suddenly she cry, not a loud cries but one of the grown up cry, you know...when u desperately want to cry but try the best u can not to let anybody know u are crying, which makes u sob and kinda have difficult in breathing, that kinda cry that I’m talking about.
At that moment I felt like my heart was torn in pieces, I know it was for the good that we bring her with us, but part of me feel very guilty, because no matter what we already separate a child from a parents, we pull out Pipit from her comfort zone and she’s just a kid, 4 years old only.
I had an urge that night to hug my parent tightly and whisper how lucky I am to have them, how thankful I am that they fought and worked best they can to support me and my siblings. Which I actually did, I hug my mom for the longest time ever.
PS. Eid Mubarak everyone!!!
