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The Familiar Stranger

It was a very common morning. Anonym woke up at 07.15, gathered some spirit before he could actually get up from the bed and thus really awakened at 07.21. First thing he did was to check on his Blackberry to find if there’s important message sent to him. And after that he went downstair and prepared to take his breakfast, but because that day he had none, he took a glass of oatmeals instead.

The next routine was to take a bath. It was his therapy and therefore always took more time than any other activities he does every weekdays. When it was done, he then went out to work, on foot. It took him approximately 5 minutes to reach the spot where he needed to wait for Bemo (a public transportation originated from India, can bring 8 people, three-wheeled and very shaky). Fortunately, that day he needed not to wait too long, before it consumed 5 minutes, the bemo had arrived sound and safe.

Anonym took his step and entered that ‘everyday’ carrier, yeah, very ‘routine’. Like usual, anonym had his mind flying everywhere all the way to his office. But on that day, an almost fallen tree chucked out his mind-journey—–well, that, or what’s the Bemo driver spoke in that scene.

“Scary how a tree could fall down like that, isn’t it?” asked the driver.

“Yeah, it is,” replied anonym.

It was truly near to the end destination of the bemo (before he took another public transportation named Transjakarta) before the driver asked another question.

“So, how is it? Have you got yourself a job already?” The driver probably didn’t know, but that question deeply moved anonym who in that instant also realized that several months ago, it was the same driver who drove him to his job interview before he got the job he was having now.

“Yes, I have.”

“Oh, that’s great!”

“Not really, what’s great is the fact that you by any chance still able to remember me.”

“That’s not something big, i remember all my passengers. And you’re one of them.”

“That’s just…” anonym couldn’t find the right words to express his excitement when he realized more that the shirt he was wearing was the same as what he wore on that day he had his interview.

“I remember everyone, i remember everyone,” he said again, repetitive. Anonym could see his wrinkled face formed a smile. He is friendly and such a nice man, thought anonymous, and he is only become a Bemo driver? That’s so unfair.

Okay, please stop here.” Anonym knew he had arrived to where he needed to take another ride.

“Yes, thank you,” the driver spoke while taking the money anonym gave him.

“See you again,” said anonym tried to be as warm as possible. And separation must occur.

Then, after that, anonym continued his ‘routine’-which on that day felt more different because of the encounter with the driver. All along the way, the thoughts about the driver couldn’t go away from anonym’s mind. All the ‘how could’, ‘why’, ‘what if’, and stuffs played in that small area in his brain. He remembered how he had just had a quarrel with his brother last night over a stupid problem, about how he regreted over the job he choose, about when the last time he had a conversation with a driver, about why God isn’t fair and let nice people on a lower position and rude people to become bosses, about how irrelevant all of his thoughts and the meeting with the driver was. Yeah, all of them. Even, writing it felt so complicated.

But, though it’s weird, it’s true. And even it seemed trivia, on the other side felt so important.

How many percent of chance you can coincidentally meet someone on your way to work, and he is actually the driver of your public transportation, and you are sitting in the front beside him, you found out that he was the same driver you met several months ago on your way to a job interview, you were wearing the same shirt, he remembered you, and after the work is finished, you went home, took another ride, and you meet the same person and feel connected to him?

Coincidental, or, God is trying to tell you something?

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The Boy & The Sea (Full Version)

There’s a little boy in the painting. Only his back can be seen. It’s fragile and shabby. He’s looking at the sea. God painted it with a sad blue taste. The surrounding reefs are grey, trying to be brown but failed. The boy’s standing, not firmly, as if there’s wind blowing his feet and balance. He keeps looking at the sea, he wonders if it’s actually formed from tears. Because it’s so sad.

No song. Nothing but silence. The boy tries to sing but failed. The wind blows his voice. The reefs block his courage. There is a little boy and the sea. The boy’s clothes are grey, trying to be green but failed. His pants are torn, showing his weak calf. The wind blows, the silence mutes, and the sea stalks. The boy’s still standing, not even close to firm, as if the wind shatters him, as if the silence pushes him to fall.

He keeps looking at the sea and wonders if it feels the same, Or it is not?

So the boy looked into the tears that formed the sea and asked, “sea, why you look so sad?” The sea echoed the boy with the same question, “boy, why you look so sad?” The boy stratled, he sees nothing but himself on the reflection of the sea. “Hey! I am asking you, why you ask me back?” The sea silenced. And the boy can’t help but to ask another question, “sea, why you look so gloomy, dark, and empty?”

“I reflect the sky, little boy.” Answered the sea seemingly.

“Why so?” The boy go deeper with his own investigation.

“Because the sky is facing me, and i’m pretending to be the only thing i’m looking at, in this case, the sky.” The sea gives out a clear clue.

“Your answer is not pleasing.” But the boy still don’t get it.

“I am not created to please you.”

Upset and dissapointed by the sea, the boy looked up and shouted to the sky, wonder if he can find a better answer for his curiosity. “Sky, why you look so dark and cloudy that makes the sea turns gloomy?” But suprisingly, in that instant, the sky closed his face with the grey clouds. Maybe the boy has asked  the wrong question. The sky started to cry out of  sudden. “What happened?” The boy flustered. Confused with the unpredictable heart of the sky.

But no matter how the boy apologizes or cheers the sky up, by the gone of each second of the hand of time, the sky’s  tantrum turns worse. He gives no answer but thundering screams and  raining tears to the boy. Helplessly, the boy looked down to the sea once again. Now, he can  see 3 reflections on the sea. The blurry images show; himself, the rain,  and the sky.

Unfortunately, the boy still can’t connect those images into something he can understand.

So the boy looks closer to the sea. Try to examine the flickering  water droplets each time a rain falls into the sea, and hope he can find  an explanation to his question. A question about his questions, maybe. “Sea, sky, rain, why all of you look so sad?” Asked the boy for the  last time. But sadly, all he can find is his own reflection on the sea’s  surface. In the end, the only answer the boy can get is an echoing voice from the sea.

“Boy, boy, boy, why you look so sad?”

There’s a little boy in the painting. Only his back can be seen. He is looking at the sea. Only there, his face can be revealed, through the reflection from the sky. And every pieces of his existences are there, in the sea, in the sky, and in the rain. God has painted it with a sad blue taste. The Boy and The Sea.’

“So, how do we get his sadness?”

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