it's a beautiful day to trace the long road that I have been through all this time. staring at the sun, that is still towering over the sky. It doesn't make me decrease my enthusiasm to continue exploring this place, a place that has always been in my dream since childhood.
My eyes looked at the afternoon sky but it was very bright. But I really like it, as the seconds go by. the sunset already there and the road is getting busier indicating that it is getting late in the afternoon
Many people in office suit came out of towering buildings in many direction. they several times smiled at me, I smiled back. their faces that looked quite tired. I put my body to rest on a park bench, it's seen the various places where food stand are. I saw them drop by several food stand to fill their empty stomachs. I just realized, that I haven't eaten anything, I stepped my foot to the food stand not far from my seat.
I saw a lot of menus, mostly in the form of the main food of the people here, namely rice. actually I also like to eat rice. but I don't want food that's too heavy. therefore I decided to just buy a burger. quite filling, I thought ..
"Excuse me sir, I want 2 burgers, please" I said. Looks like this food stand place is very busy, it was proven when I turned around that there were many queues waiting.
"Here's the burger." scolds a man who in my opinion is quite old. he is the burger seller in this place
"How much? Sir." I said haltingly. because not too fluent in Indonesian.
"Rp.25,000, miss." said the seller's.
I took out the money in my pants pocket, choosing the money that the seller mentioned. I know a little bit about the Rupiah currency, after I got the money according to nominal, I gave it to him.
I turned my body and left that place, a few steps I walked my body staggered slightly backwards. I looked down, there was a small child who sat in front of me holding his slightly blistered leg.
"Hey kid, are you okay? Sorry if I made you fall." I said to the little boy who was in front of me, he raised his head and looked at me. he looks very cute with shady brown eyes.
"I'm fine Aunty, it doesn't really hurt" he said, pointing at his injured leg with a very sweet smile.
"Really? You're so strong dear, what's your name?" I asked, helping him to his feet and asking him to sit on the park bench I was sitting on earlier.
"My name is Renandra Etrrama Aunty" he smiled sweetly. "Then what is Aunty's name?" his eyes glanced gently at me.
Me? My name is Reista Anyelir Wiltson. you can call me Auntie Reista".
A little proud to say my name, which in my opinion is a beautiful name because it was given by my mother, my mother gave the name Anyelir inspired by flower pink of Anyelir (carnation). she always talked about the meaning of the flower, the flower that always has the love that never dies from a woman. my mother always tell the story to me. she wants me to love people who love me unconditionally, and always love them so that my soul and heart will remain peaceful when I can love many people.
"Ahhh, I miss my mother when I talk about names," I muttered to myself.
"It's a lovely name Aunty, like Aunty's very beautiful face." He laughed as he stared at the tips of his feet. Maybe he was a little embarrassed by his own words.
"Oh really?" I answered with a smile at him, he turned his face to me and smiled nodded. I stroked his head a little gently. "by the way, how old are you dear ? And where are your parents?" I asked curiously.
"Um ... I'm 5 years old, Auntie. and about my parents, by the way I live with my grandmother and grandfather, and only have a father." his eyes began to tear up, I smiled and stroked his hair back.
"Hey, I'm sorry." I wiped his tears, my chest also felt sadness, her brown eyes looked dark with sadness.
"It's okay, Auntie, I cry easily when I talk about that I don't have a mother." he said. then this boy pretended to smile. "Even though my grandmother always said that boys shouldn't cry, I still cried."
The little boy stated occasionally wiping the tears that remained at the corners of his eyes.
"Renand !!!!."
Shouted a woman who I heard from behind me. I turned around and looked for the source of the sound, she walked quickly to the place where we were sitting.
"Renand, how many times have Grandma said not to play too far, Grandma has been looking for you everywhere. let's go home, dear". The woman who called herself Grandma pulled this child's hand slowly.
"Yes, okay Grandma, bye aunty. I'll go home for now, so we'll meet again later," he said, smiling at me.
I nodded in understanding, the woman who was Renandra grandmother didn't even turn to me. Is it true that she didn't realize there was a woman beside his grandson, or was I just too small? but in my opinion I'm not that small, I'm quite 157 cm tall and I also weigh about 49 kg's or maybe she's just focusing on looking at his grandson, I thought.
The two people walked farther and closer to a black car, I don't know the brand, but it looks like an expensive car. The wind was getting cold against my body, because the sky had turned into the dark, a sign that the night had come I got up and left the park while eating my burger.
"The burger is cold, but it's okay if my stomach is filled."
I stepped out of the garden and stuck my hand into the jacket.
I'll be back at the apartment, today's vacation is enough. Tomorrow I have to go home and do the routine again.
I have been on vacation for a week in Indonesia, the hot weather has made me feel at home for a long time in this country. I don't even care when my skin gets reddish because I was quite burned since the afternoon. going around the city center all day.
I have visited several tourist attractions such as Bali and Lombok, the beaches are very good and I like the place. the people are very friendly, invite me to chat without being awkward. I can use Indonesian language a lil'bit fluent, although it's not very smooth.
food that makes you hungry, culinary archipelago that spoils the tongue. I like fried rice and Soto Ayam. this is truly the most delicious food i have ever eaten.
I entered the apartment and opened it, this is the apartment of my best friend who lives in Indonesia. she will go to the city of Surabaya she said, I do not know where the city is. She has been working in this country for a long time, I have a dream to be able to live here and have a boyfriend who loves me, the skin of men in Indonesia makes me not srop looking at them, very exotic and feast for my eyes.