Among Thousand Journeys

Station

“What do you want?” I said stand up from the chair, and enjoy the last straw from the cigarette butts I held.

Ah dead me, of course they will gang up on me, I imagine my body shredded by a sword and left lying around in a fly, and then wrapped in a mat, then recorded in the newspaper, a homeless man killed at the station, he said, and my mother's father wept over my death, ah how short my age was, my blood rippled, my heart's voice bledag

blow no shit, I'm a normal human being, who doesn't know when to die, and who's gonna die

hows it?

Ah really makes my bravery bud, fly or go somewhere?

I remember being the head gank and

20 People, I used to be reckless, but

now, living by faith is so delicious and

pasasikkan, if told to choose how to die? I prefer to die in prayer, not die being ganged up, he said,

But what

dayaku, I try to calm down and awaken the energy that has been incubating in my navel, even though I see it has not hunted, because I see everyone has stepped forward, hunting stabbing and reading my body, I see everyone has been pushing forward, I only had time to say takbir, jump forward, make the fight accordingly….

Go around here and take off the bogem, please,

therefore, without choosing which and whom I hit, the resistance is clear because

it was caused in panic,

But my heart that I had hung on him every day did not forget to pray,

“Thank You, O Beloved.

you let me die here? Thou

which is more powerful than everything..”.

Maybe only 2 people I hit, and in my horror and cowardice I hit

with eyes closed very close.

The atmosphere was quiet, I had not opened my eyes, was I dead? Opening my eyes was more frightening.

My hands were still clenching trembling, eyes were still closed, the sound of the freight train was gone, the smell of brake fluid, carried by the wind, was I the one who was dead and this was how it felt, he said, but why don't I feel any pain at all, anyway,

The pain of life is removed from the body, the life is taken and because it has been bound with veins it will leave pain throughout the body, because the veins will all be broken, because the veins will be broken, and the pain will be until the apocalypse is still felt, at least as I read about the spirit of the book of the yellow, at least,

But this is me not feeling any pain at all,

slowly I opened my eyes, squealing,

for I was so afraid that I would witness

the bitter truth is that I am dead.

Ah I'm still standing, and there's nobody else

who stands except me, and where is all

my attacker?

I was surprised to see everything unfolded, not only 3 steps in front of me, but there were also

it looks like it's running towards me too

nyungsep did not move, I slowly scrutinized one

one by one, all passed out.

Wonderful? Obviously I was astonished, in my imagination

the exposed should be me, why even my bullies? As I dragged the bodies of the young men who had passed out and gathered them away from the railroad tracks, afraid that a train was passing by, and being run over,

I thought of who the person who had helped me, subjugating all my bullies? But if human and have a very high science, and can

moving so fast, of course I still

feel his presence,

But this presence I do not feel, ah I don't know maybe the help of Allah, make faint people one country only can, let alone just a few twists of people, let it all be a mystery.

I gathered all sorts of weapons

will be made to attack me, there is a knife, a cleaver,

swords, batons, all I throw in the trash in the corner of the station.

Then I took the ablution water and did

evening prayer, heard the first Adhan sayup, from the mosque of Muhammadiyyah.

I am wired while waiting when entering dawn.

Two days I was at Babat Station. And

the air was hot, so I sat alone, looking for air that was a bit unsettled at the feeling,

The night had shown at 2 am, while turning the prayer beads, I was sitting on the platform chair, I saw an old woman snoring in the corner by the door, waiting for the pecel trade, I saw an old woman sleeping snoring in the corner by the door, which will be sold tomorrow,

Ah the cruelty of the world, how could such an old man still bear the bitterness of life, sometimes

his children, waiting at home, to

asking for money furiously, then made a joke, I remember my neighbor the ZUHDI who always chased his parents with machetes just to ask for money for drunkenness, he said,

Who exactly is wrong, the bitterness of life is felt almost all the lower layers,

the people of this country? The cry of the people, the oppression of the family, the justice that is reversed, such as following the hands of the ruler where to direct, ah I don't know, too complicated, reality and too bitter to feel, may they enter heaven, may they enter heaven,

in the world there is no happiness,

At least in the afterlife there is hope, I

keep my wirid, while my foot slams in

chair, the night began to bring a fresh breeze of the morning breeze, cool air, flowing through my body.

I saw a young man walking towards me from the front of the station, I looked up, at the step

his feet sounded in my ears, then he

sitting on a chair, from the two chairs I sat in,

maybe the young man was two years older

from me, from me,

His face was discouraging, his seat was unsettled, at least in my eyesight, as the night drew more and more a silent longing for sound, the young man's body shift was clear, as it disturbed the tranquility, and the concentration of my soul, he said, suddenly he walked towards me, and stood in front of me.

“Own mas?” the question is just a stale base, or talk carelessly than nothing is said,

“Iya, ” I replied briefly, without the tone of the voice

implode.

“What do I worry about alone?” ask again.

“Kuwatir why?” I asked back.

“Ya in case robbed people.”

“What should be robbed of me? La money

seripis aja ndak have.” I replied with

laughing, even if not laughing bitterly.

“Nginap aja at my place..!” he said, in the tone that I kissed, somehow felt in my ear, less pleasing,

“Ah ndak, I used to sleep here, yesterday

also sleep here...”.

“Ngak mas, in my place there are also no people, no,

so if you want, sleep and sleep as much as possible no one will blame.”.

After being persuaded, I finally want to, too,

we walked down the aisles close by

the market of Babat, and on our way

we talked to each other, and I knew this guy named Hendra.

Hendra's house is not too big, although it is not

it can be said small, house paint is also

many are chipped, there is the impression of an unkempt house, or a lazy person to take care of, or,

All kinds of clothes hanging, and

piled up here and there, well maybe this Hendra, too lazy, at least the size of a man who has no wife, I was told to sit in a chair, which is very musty, maybe more comfortable at the station, maybe more comfortable,

I sat my ass in the chair, which

it's on a hole, probably eaten

the rats that ate no more

others, so foam is also eaten, perhaps

imagined as bread, ah do rats also fantasize like humans?

Seriate......