The Musafir

Happy New Year 2022

Tonight I was near the intersection. Taking advantage of the new year holiday, I decided to leave the house. This is just occasional.

The atmosphere is crowded. Peanut and corn traders stopped by the roadside, although it seemed that the young man was no longer appetizing to such a local snack. The roadside is filled with young people in pairs even though they are not in a legitimate bond. Some police and the DisHub kept the crowd from covering the road. Flashes of fireworks were seen from a distance, which was gradually followed by the sound of an eruption.

I saw my phone. The clock still shows 23:50.

“Ten minutes left.” I muttered to myself. Yes, there is no one I can talk to.

The crowd is growing. Again, what comes is young couples even though they are not in a legitimate relationship. The officers started working extra.

I heard the sound of trumpets and fireworks. Whether it's from a distance, or up close. I looked back at my phone. The clock is 23:57.

“Three minutes more.”

The road was getting quiet by motor vehicle traffic, as almost all of them had docked to the side of the road to see the fireworks display.

I heard a loud noise. Not eruptions. It's clearly a human voice. Oh, my God, was I surprised to hear a human voice after months of just staying at home writing the Musafir?

“One minute to 2022!” loud sounds coming from the speaker.

The countdown begins. The direction of view of all the people there is focused on one place, namely the sky. Me included. I look at the sky. Waiting for a fireworks show that is usually very amazing.

“Ten ... nine .. eight .. seven ... six ... four ...”

I admit that my heart was beating a little faster than usual. I really hope, tonight there will be a little entertainment to please me.

“... three ... two ... one!”

Trumpets blown hard. Fireworks are heard from a distance. Energetic music is turned on. But the gazes of the people were still hopeful, because that was not what they were waiting for.

Fireworks shows did not appear at the intersection. Which is in the distance. Maybe at another intersection.

People are still waiting. I waited a little too. Until finally, there was a loud sound coming from the speaker.

“Halo everyone, sorry! Pardon me! Firecrackers don't burn! Axis break inside!”

Young people there swore. Realize that there will be no fireworks tonight at that intersection. And they have passed the new year without fireworks.

I want to get out of that place. If asked if I was disappointed, then obviously I am disappointed. But not to swear like those young people.

But as I stood up, I held back. I see kids coming with people

olden. They seemed to wonder to his parents, when did the firecrackers begin? What will be cool?

The kids will be disappointed. And that disappointment will be remembered for decades. The new year is one of the most difficult moments for children to forget.

Then I took a deep breath. I don't want them to be disappointed. They do not swear. They are with their families, and not with unauthorized spouses. They are good children and good families, lest they be disappointed.

Then secretly, I took out a few throws from behind my sweater bag. Then get into the crowd of young people to disguise themselves.

After feeling that it had been disguised, I threw the entire toss in my hand upwards. With a very high speed of course, so it will appear as a mere prowess by the eyes of ordinary people.

When they reached the air, a spectacular sight was created. The splinters burst into thousands of white light grains that floated like fireflies.

I pressed some more puffs left in my sweater bag, while people were still shocked. The entire lontar exploded, becoming hundreds of flower-shaped light that slowly floated downwards.

That might have been pretty amazing. People are so stunned that they cannot speak. But for me, this is still not enough.

As strong as my energy, I thrust a ejection into the sky. I waited for the ejection to actually touch the clouds before it exploded into a beautiful sight.

Apparently, it doesn't take long. The tip of my lips was pulled upwards. I smiled.

A bright moon shining above the cloudy sky. Seemed with its enormous shape. People were amazed not to play, because they did not see the moon just now because the sky was covered with clouds, and they had never seen such a big moon before!

I walked away from the crowd that started cheering. I still maintain a smile.

I rarely get entertainment from others. But I am happy because it often provides entertainment to others. Wouldn't it be happy to see others happy because of our presence?

Even though my work is seen as half-eye by ordinary people. What is a writer who can only talk? What is a writer with a bleak future?

Nevertheless, I am still happy to be a writer. It is caused by all of you, who even keep reading unimportant writings like this.

To you, I want to wish you a happy new year 2022!

If it had been 8 months I wrote in NovelToon. There are some of you who have accompanied since the beginning, and some are just joining—but that's okay. And if until 2022 you are still accompanying, that is very good!

Thank you for always supporting this work. You will not be easily forgotten ....

With the change of 2021 to 2022, my service to the Musafir this year is over.

This year, maybe I will publish a new work or write the next series of the Musafir.

But for this series, it may not be over anytime soon.

Happy reading to the next episode!