The Journey, vol.3: The Preparation

“Here’s your train ticket, and this is your hotel’s information where you will spend a night, Bil.” Carla gave me an envelop which contained with train ticket, and a paper which is written the name and the address of my hotel for tomorrow.

“Do I get some cash?” I asked.

“Yes, you do. But, please wait, okay? The money is still on the way here. I was waited for the approval for the cash, and it spent almost all day. Paulo was so sudden, so I didn’t prepare a thing. It shouldn’t work, but hey, it’s me.. Carla. And I did it.” Carla smiles while winked her eye.

“Haha.. I can’t wonder what would this floor without you.”

“Hahahahaha..” Carla laughed.

“Well, I’m going to my desk. I had something that I need to search first, for tomorrow. Just tell me if you had any news for it. And, just yell out if I didn’t hear you.” I stand up, and walked by to my desk.

“Okay.” Carla said.
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The Journey, vol.2: The Assignment

That morning sounds as usual. Nothing’s special, except the Jakarta’s traffic jam, which I’ll meet after I went out from the alley of my place. Well, this is the character of Jakarta. A megapolis city which trapped on a traffic jam which is a routine for every citizens.

Urban. That’s what every people said about “my” town. Long away from proud, I was remembered into a movie, on series, and came up with so many versions. Until, I wondered, whether one of the stories on the movies, were actually true.

My watch still showed 7 a.m. when I routed into the street into my office. The roads were still, and not much cars and motorcycles on it. I chose “mouse path” which isn’t full enough, but very effective to avoid the traffic jam, and get me closer to the office. Even though, after the “mouse path” I –still- should use the major street, but I didn’t have any anger on traffic jam.
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The Journey, vol.1

walking on the sand, courtesy of associatedcontent.com
walking on the sand, courtesy of associatedcontent.com

“When you’re at the boiling point of your life, going back to where you’re belonged is the right choice. To the place feels home.”

Home. I’ve already forgotten what the real mean from that word which contained four letters. At least, that what I felt these years. Because actually, back on the old times, I knew where was my home. But now?

People said, home is a place to be protected. From heat, cold, and to gather around with family, and those who we loved. Hmm.. well that sounds true actually. But, just for the part which saying, protecting from heat, and cold. Gather around with family? Hmm.. I’ve already done it. But, whose? Read More