Manful Guys Overseas

Rantauku City

The temperature inside the train started to get cold, which made me wake up. With my eyes in line, I saw the clock in my right hand. It turns out it's 04:30 now. In about 2 hours, this train will reach its destination.

With a staggering body, I walked to the toilet to just wash my face and remove the sleepiness that lingers in the eye patch. I opened the water and took the water. Brrr, the water that was not too cold is now cold as ice water. I washed my face with the ice-cold water and instantly the drowsiness that hit became gone and my face returned fresh. I walked back to the chair. Just a while I sat down, the pet worms in the stomach have been protesting, my stomach pet has asked for his ration in the morning. I have not moved and still sit in a chair, waiting for a man to pass by to peddle food. But after a long time I waited, the person who awaited never came.

Where the hell are the prami? Should've gone around bringing food or what cake.

I grumbled in my heart. I finally decided to go to the dining car. Before I left, I checked my wallet. It looks like a few hundred thousand and fifty thousand pieces of money. As I recall, the day before leaving I only brought cash of 200 thousand. But how does this go on its own?

I reached for the phone in my pants pocket to call the house guy. At this hour, I'm sure you're awake.

Tut...

... : Hello asalamualaikum.

I: Hello, hail waalaikum. Is this Mas Dayat?

... : Yes I am Dayat, who is it?

I: It's Me Mas, Naufal.

Dayat: Oh and Naufal? What's up den? Missed the house, huh? Hehe.

A little about Mas Dayat, he's a private driver in my house. He has been working with my family since I was in 2nd grade. And he also took me daily between home and school. I can say pretty close to Mas Dayat.

I: Ah belom a day already missed anyway, papah/mamah has already woken up anyway mas?

Mas Dayat: Mr. Semalem went to Kalimantan pas abis nganterin aden, well if his kayak mother still sleep den.

I: Oh, thank you, Mas, assalamualaikum.

Mas Dayat: Waalaikum greetings. Be careful there den.

My phone turned off, for now I do not mind the money that increases by itself. I went straight to the dinner train for breakfast.

Arriving at the dining carriage, there were two pramis who were resting. Then there are 2 prami, 3 PKD people, and a conductor who is still awake. Then one of the men approached me.

Prami: Can anyone help the deck?

I: Ngg... anu, restoration here is there any menu?

Prami: Oh wait a minute yes deck I get the menu first.

Prami: Here's the order deck, enjoy the dishes on the car.

The man smiled and gave me my order.

The fried rice I ordered was still wrapped in clear plastic and the sweet tea was still hot. I shaved a little sweet tea and then ate the fried rice.

It doesn't take long to finish a serving of fried rice with its sweet tea. Then I paid for the two menut and went back to my own seat.

The sun has begun to rise, the beautiful and cool nature owned by the earth parahyangan welcomed my arrival here. The clock shows at 06:40. Maybe in about 10 minutes, I reached the destination station. I prepared myself and picked up the suitcase that was stored in the upper trunk.

Not long after, the train I was riding arrived at the destination station. While carrying a suitcase, I stood up and lined up to get off with the other passengers. From behind the window of the small box-shaped train, people dressed in orange and shabby black trousers ran after the train. After the train stopped, they immediately jumped and boarded the train while peddling his services.

I turned towards the back door because the door I was about to make the exit was full of passengers and porters jostling each other.

I was sitting on a row bench not far from where I went down. Here, I'm like a daze, daze there, daze here, I don't know what to do. I pay attention to the atmosphere around, many people are carrying suitcases along with their relatives and there are also foreign tourists with their own characteristics: sports shoes, shorts, t-shirts, t-shirts, and don't forget the mountain bags they always carry. This morning the station was full. Understandably, the holiday period of class increase has just begun.

While engrossed in seeing the atmosphere around, there was a father who wore orange clothes approached me.

Porter: Would you like to help bring the deck suitcase?

The father asked me, looking sweaty grooves that began to go down his forehead that was already wrinkled. Scroll struggles in the morning to find sustenance.

Me: No sir, thank you.

Answer me cold. Then the father smiled running in the opposite direction to find sustenance that he did not get from me.

I dragged the suitcase to the north exit, I dyed right-left to find the taxi driver who promised me. Then from a distance, I saw a father wearing a blue shirt typical of the taxi uniform while carrying a paper that read my name and hometown.

I approached the taxi driver and met a little. The taxi driver offered to bring the suitcase I was carrying, and I accepted his request.

In the taxi, I took a cell phone and told the house people that I had arrived safely and was on my way to home, the house I would live in for the next 3 years. On the way, I just fell silent while looking at this city, memorizing the road so that I did not stray if going alone.

Then a thought came back to me.

Can I live independently here?

I'm back to breathing.

Hhh...