Among Thousand Journeys

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“How come, he also does not know anything, not give anything, I want to receive what?”

I said and we started to walk quietly because

passed the vegetable market.

“Si Lina has a crush on me, or like me, it's still your guess, la why should it fuss.”

I said I made it in a mangosteen tone, but

my mouth is still laughing.

“Yes that's not Yan, yes this is still an estimate, but if this really happens, he falls in love with you, this is suppose lo ya.., if judged from your point of view, she belongs to your dream type girl?” tanyakanya.

“Ya.. I admit that Lina is beautiful, rich, even

beautiful and rich are already above my shadow,

but frankly I'm not afraid of it later

I was the guy, he was bored, then I

he threw out his snot, dumped it like he dumped garbage in a garbage can, not afraid like that, but honestly he's not my typeku, too grandiose for me, or maybe I don't know, even though I'm honest, I'm a normal guy too,

Are clearly interested and feel good with

her beauty and excellence, but if

asked my conscience, I don't want to be

her lover, just make kebat-kebit aja, torture

heart..” I said at length, do not know what Edi

understand what I mean.

“Wah why kebat-kebit I worry about Yan?”

“Many reasons, if outlined one

one by one, it will take a long time,” I said

in short, it didn't feel like we had both reached the back of the Plaza, either,

“I ndak come to the place mbak Ningsih ya.”

I said straight into the Plaza, by the way,

“Lhoh no breakfast?” edi said stop, though,

“Simple it later.” I said nyelonong

enter the front hallway of the work window in the shoes

brick, and do busy every day, and,

cleaning merchandise, offering and wooing buyers who come, especially if the girl who comes, must have been seduced to buy shoes, sometimes even though I seduce to buy men's shoes, but sometimes I seduce to buy men's shoes, but because my seduction fits so yeah

finally, I want to too, let alone take off his shoes and I put on new shoes, I think I saw the flowers on his face first there was a sense of pleasure.

But starting one week working with the waitress, bored me, even though two waitresses often invite me to chat, ah like my world is not here, I'm like a lost person, just like, monotonous and do not know the road, dark and very mute from

developmentally, I'm like a robot

put on human clothes, to begin with

wrestling my mind, fortunately there was a Friday’at

it's my turn off, so I can study myself,

parsing and thinking is this the path I want?

Like Friday’at it, I take the day off and I wear it

walk, treat my longing, from my morning

it's gone, tell Edi and Ikrom

for a walk, because of the holidays, I don't want to

in the room,

I just walk, do not know the direction, and do not choose the direction, ten o'clock has arrived at the Porong toll gate, I turn when I see a mosque, I see a mosque, ah I feel my mind calmer if I walk like this more freely

and without being bound by anyone, more free

look and catch all the moves

Alloh over this world, I take ablution and enter the mosque then after the prayer takhiyatul mosque, I also overslept selonjoran, ah how peaceful, the world without burden.

Someone half-old, came up to me, and then

say hello, I answer, and shake hands

with me he introduced himself named Mr. Teguh.

“Where are mas?” tanyanya politely.

I also answered fine.

“Kok in this mosque, does it not work?” ask again.

“Against sir.., this is again a walk, nyari

new atmosphere...” I replied lightly.

We also had a dialogue, which originally discussed

about our introduction, until discussing

about my favorite walk.

It turns out that Mr. Teguh is also a person who likes to walk, although not as often as I do, he also told me that he originally worked in the train post, until the time of the morning we chatted, and Adhan

we were also busy with ourselves

respectively, I looked for the Qur’an I read while waiting for the priest to go up to the pulpit, for the sermon jum’ah.

Every human being is bored

standing in a world he doesn't like

or a world that is not at all his world,

so am I, even in my new world

all the material is always there and fulfilled, but the heart that is in search is always bored quickly and as if everything is bland there is absolutely no sweetness that can be tasted.

I had moved to work in brick shoes, yesterday night the boss of brick shoes from the Netherlands came to see me and offered me, to be the head of marketing in Bali.

If I am gathered with fools, then I may be the front row, for even the most ignorant would still want a lot of money, but why would I not want money like everyone else.

If the walk was as fast as the ride

bus, then I'd rather walk, anything that doesn't need the money would be

my first choice, always inside

my mind, if it does not use money, why should use money, and the reality of living in this world is opposite to my non-convulsive mindset, sak karepe udele dewe, he said,

well at least that's always crossed my shallow mind.Frankly in my opinion, if I have money, my mind will feel unsettled, always want to find more, if I have money, and always in the same place on the same occasion, always want to eat good, delicious,

Always want to buy anything that is of value

its usefulness should be doubted for now, if the Hajj to Mecca could not use money, he said,

then I'll choose the front row

flight tickets, but the truth is

must use money.

“I don't care Ed..” I said to Edi.

“You mean you want to go home?” edi asked as he walked down the railroad road.

“Iya, I want to go home.”

“Not that you've been trusted who has

brick shoes factory?”

“But I feel this is not my world.”

“Then how does it go?” ask Edi

bland.

“Yes I'm home..”

Suddenly my neck strained, I don't know

why, my hands clenched, and all the veins

my veins are hard for me to control.

“Mas…! Why..?” edi asked in surprise, as I rolled across the railroad tracks, Edi

hunting me down and trying to wake me up, but I cleared it, so he was thrown, and then I half-consciously didn't, trying

against the forces that seek to dominate

my subconscious, I see like there is

the black shadow that was trying to rule me,

I hit, I kicked, my body was like a possessed person, Edi just looked, I sometimes hit the pebbles around the train tracks, sometimes like slamming something, Edi did not dare to come closer, until half an hour passed, I stopped, sitting panting on the ground, five minutes later and Edi approached me.

“Ian... why are you.?” edi was still half-afraid.

I was quiet for a moment, though,,

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